Catching My Scent

The Mating Moon was on the rise. In just a few days’ time the males would be wild with the need to mate. Driven by sexual hunger to take rather than ask.

And there were perilously few females in our pack. I was more than beginning to worry.

Draven’s words echoed in my mind. This year he would claim me as his.

I hadn’t told a soul, not even Marta. I know what she’ll say.

She’ll tell me to submit to him.

But truthfully, Draven terrified me. He was utterly in control of everything. Emanating strength and dominance. And here I was…just me. I tried to help the lost in the pack and stay from view.

I didn’t even know why he’d set his sights on me.

But every day he was getting more doggedly determined.

***

Tonight I had waited for dawn when I knew most of the wolves were in. Since we were mostly nocturnal, most preferred the night. Only Jaecar and the Hayden brothers who did the night watch were about during the day.

And none of them are a threat to me.

They all already had their mates picked