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Growing up, I always felt like something was wrong with me, like a very important part of my soul was missing. Back then, I thought that couldn’t be possible, after all; I was alive, and without every part of it, it wouldn’t be possible. Till one day, when my parents took me to a festival where I came across something that seemed to call to me like a song that you know all the words to, but you just can’t remember them, no matter how hard you try.
It’s not because I found out that I was adopted, that’s definitely not it, because I had known about that my whole life and never felt like I wasn’t their child.
As it was getting late, we decided to grab some food before heading to the festival games. After all, my father said, “Honey, you're 18 in a few weeks, it's time you had some food and stopped hiding away in your room.”
Which was true, I did hide in my room quite a bit, drawing things like forest scenes that looked like they were from a dream, with a full moon hanging heavy in the sky. I shook my head as the thought and said, You’re right, Dad, so what do you think we should get to eat? It all smells so good.”
“How’s about we pick a bit of different foods and then have a bit of a picnic over on one of the tables?” Her mother suggested.
“TIFFY!” Came a shriek from within the crowd.
The shriek came from none other than her bestie, Laura. I froze for a second, “Laura, geez, what are you doing here?”
“Probably the same thing as you, having fun?”
“Yeah, so far we were just about to get some food, but we’ve never been to one of these before.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you follow me,” Laura said, pulling me towards a food stand where a tall man was standing in line. He had to be at least 6 feet tall, and even from behind, you could tell he would be a heartbreaker.
“Ok, easy girl.”
“Come on, Tiffy, before the good stuff is all gone.”
“Fine, that over there with the large group seems popular, the one with that 6-foot-tall guy.”
“Well, it’s a good place to start. Let’s get in line.”
We made our order, and a second later, the heartbreaker looked at me, his green eyes seemed to want to pull me in, “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he replied with a look on his face I couldn’t read.
“Miss your orders ready,” said the lady who had put our food together.
“Yes, right, the food, thank you, and sir, sorry for bumping into you. I'd better go now, my parents are waiting. Coming, Laura?”
“Yeah, let’s, it smells so good, and I think you went a tad overboard, Tiffy.”
I shrugged, but lately I had been eating more, and said nothing. As we walked away, I felt like I was being watched, maybe by that cute guy, but hey, who knows.
-MATE- Came a voice in the young man’s mind, -OUR MATE-
-Shit, wait, why is she walking over to humans? Oh crap, my mate is a rogue, dude, this isn’t good, we’ll be forced to reject her.- The young man replied.
-Don’t care, our mate, I want MY mate.- growled the voice back.
-Storm buddy, it’s not like that, and you know it. My father would never allow his son, the Alpha heir, to mate with a rogue.-
-She doesn’t even seem to know what she is, but she smells Alpha-born. Clint, we need to get closer, keep her safe. She is ours.-
I try to ignore the weird feeling of being watched as I make my way back to my parents with Laura chattering beside me. The food smells amazing, but my appetite has suddenly disappeared. Something about that guy's green eyes has me feeling... strange. Like I've seen them before, maybe in a dream.
"Earth to Tiffy," Laura says, waving her hand in front of my face. "You totally zoned out. Was it because of Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding back there?"
"What? No," I lie, feeling my cheeks warm. "Just thinking about where to sit."
My parents wave us over to a picnic table they've claimed. Dad's already spreading out napkins like we're having some formal dinner instead of festival food.
"Who was that young man you were talking to?" Mom asks, her eyebrow raised in that way that means she's trying to seem casual but is definitely not.
"Nobody," I say too quickly. "Just some guy in line."
Laura snorts. "Nobody who looked like he wanted to eat you alive."
"Laura!" I hiss, mortified.
Dad chuckles. "Well, you're turning eighteen soon. It's natural to start noticing boys."
If only it felt natural. The way that guy looked at me felt... different. Primal, almost. Like he recognised me from somewhere I can't remember.
As we eat, I keep feeling drawn to glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, on my third look, I spot him. He's sitting with friends but isn't paying attention to them. Instead, his intense green eyes are fixed directly on me. When our gazes meet, something electric passes between us. I quickly look away, my heart racing.
"I think I need some water," I mumble, standing up.
"I'll come with," Laura says, but I shake my head.
"No, stay. I'll be right back."
I need a moment alone to clear my head. As I walk toward the drink stand, the strangest sensation washes over me, like my skin is too tight, like something inside me is stirring. The full moon hangs low in the darkening sky, and I find myself staring at it, transfixed.
"It calls to you, doesn't it?" a deep voice says beside me.
I carefully return the papers to their folder and the folder to the filing cabinet, making sure everything looks untouched. Mom and Dad can never know I went through their things. It would break their hearts, especially after yesterday's conversation.Back in my room, I sit cross-legged on my bed and try to make sense of everything. If I really am what they say, a werewolf, a pack heir, someone's mate, then my entire life has been a lie. Not the love my parents gave me, but the fundamental truth of who and what I am.My phone buzzes with another text from Laura: *EARTH TO TIFFY! Did you DIE after your date?? DETAILS PLEASE*I sigh and type back: *Sorry, wasn't feeling well. Tell you later.*What I really want to say is: *Hey, guess what? Apparently, I'm a werewolf with two rival packs fighting over a destined mate with forest-green eyes and me. Also, I might transform into a wolf at the next full moon. Normal Tuesday, right?*The thought makes me snort despite everything. Laura would
The response comes almost immediately:*I won't. But if you need me for anything, I'll come. No questions asked.*I stare at those words until they blur. There's something so absolute about them, so certain. Like, he means it in a way that goes deeper than normal human concern.Another text appears:*Your wolf will call to you soon. When she does, don't fight her. Fighting the change will only make it hurt worse.*My wolf. Like she's a separate entity living inside me, waiting to emerge. The idea should terrify me, but instead I feel a strange flutter of... anticipation? Curiosity?I delete both messages and put my phone on silent, but I can't delete the way his words make me feel. Like he understands something about me that I'm only beginning to glimpse.The rest of the day passes in a haze. I manage to avoid Dad when he gets home from work, claiming I'm still not feeling well. It's not entirely a lie; my skin feels feverish and tight, and I can't seem to sit still for more than a fe
"The paperwork came through so quickly. Usually, adoptions take months, sometimes years. But with you..." She shakes her head. "It was almost like someone was in a hurry to place you. And the adoption agency closed down just six months after we brought you home."I feel like the floor is dropping out from under me. "Why didn't you ever tell me this?""Because you were ours," she says fiercely, reaching for me again. This time, I don't pull away. "From the moment we held you, you were our daughter. The circumstances didn't matter.""But they do matter," I whisper. "Don't they? If people are looking for me, if I have siblings I never knew about..."Mom's grip on my hand tightens. "What exactly did these people tell you, Tiffy?"I open my mouth to answer, then close it. How do I explain werewolves, pack wars and fated mates to the woman who taught me to ride a bike and helped me with math homework? How do I tell her that, according to three strangers, everything we thought we knew about
I want to deny it, but I can't. My skin feels too tight, my senses too sharp. The scent of the grass, the distant sound of traffic, the way the sunlight filters through the leaves, everything is heightened, overwhelming."I need to go home," I say again, taking another step back. "I need to talk to my parents.""They won't tell you the truth," Rebecca says. "They can't. They probably don't even know what you really are.""And what is that, exactly?" I demand, my voice rising. "A werewolf? A forbidden heir? A…a mate?" I spit the last word at Clint, who flinches as I've struck him."All of those things," Eric says gently. "And more. You're the key to ending a war that's raged between our packs for generations."The weight of his words settles over me like a physical burden. This is too much. Too big. I'm just Tiffany Moore, a high school student who likes to draw and hang out with her best friend. I'm not some magical creature destined to broker peace between warring werewolf clans."I
My head whips around to see another figure emerging from the trees, tall, with sandy brown hair and eyes that shift between gold and amber. There's something familiar about his face, something that makes my chest tighten with recognition I can't explain."Eric," Clint acknowledges with a tense nod, though his stance doesn't relax. If anything, he seems even more on edge now."Well, well," Rebecca says, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "A family reunion. How touching."I'm drowning in confusion, my mind struggling to process what's happening. Half-brother, half-sister, rival packs, it's like I've stumbled into some twisted fairy tale where I'm apparently the prize everyone wants to claim."I'm not going anywhere with any of you," I say, surprised by how steady my voice sounds when everything inside me feels like it's crumbling. "I don't even know you people."Eric's amber eyes soften as they focus on me. "Tiffany, I know this is overwhelming. But you're my sister—my blood siste
"Right," I say when I can catch my breath. "And I suppose next you'll tell me vampires are real too?"His expression doesn't change. "No, those are myths. But werewolves are very real. You are very real.""This is insane," I say, standing up. "I'm leaving."He doesn't try to stop me, which somehow makes me pause. "You've been feeling it, haven't you?" he asks quietly. "The changes. Your senses are getting sharper. Food tastes different. Your temper flares at the smallest things. The pull of the moon."My heart skips a beat. How could he possibly know that?"That's... that's puberty," I say weakly. "Normal teenage stuff.""Is it normal to feel the call of the forests that you have never been to, longing for you to run them?”Before I could answer, “Well, well, what do we have here, an Alpha heir, Alpha heir Harrison no less, with a rogue, how interesting. The forbidden one still lives; you were meant to have been stillborn. Very interesting indeed.” Drawled a voice came from behind the







