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Chapter Five- My First Shift
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2025-10-06 22:17:07QUEENETH'S POV.
After some minutes, I was standing on all fours, my fur was so white that it glittered under the moonlight.
My friends turned to each other screaming.
“She's different, just white,” Aisha said.
I was very anxious to know why they’re surprised. I looked at my wolf and asked her.
“Why are they gasping. Is it something special?.
“We are a pure wolf, Queeneth, which is very rare; in fact, it does not happen. Everybody has a combination but we are just white.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“I mean that in the land of wolves, there's nothing like white wolf, there's always a spot but we don't have a spot.”
“What does that mean?” Aisha asked her brother.
“I don't know,” Reuben said not taking his eyes off my wolf. “But she's beautiful.”
I looked at him and immediately felt disappointed. There was no connection which simply means Reuben is not my mate.
“Queeneth, we are not his,” Amy said.
“Relax we belong to another.”
“What do you mean?” I surprisingly asked her.
“I mean that I know our mate, it's not Reuben.”
I was more surprised because other wolves don't know their mates until they see them.
“Who is he?” Tell me please. I'm curious.”
She didn't say a word to me. I asked again and again, my anxiety was at its highest limit.
“I'm not saying anything until the right time. Now stop talking to me and focus on your friends. They want to talk to you. Reuben is trying to mindlink you.
I quickly pulled my focus away from my wolf and focused on Reuben. I don't know what mind-blinking is; I just heard about it, but have not experienced it. I just experienced it now that I shifted. I can now mindlink the entire pack.
“Queeneth!” Reuben called me.
“Queeneth, can you hear me?
“Yes, I responded. I'm sorry I was talking to Amy.
“You're very beautiful, Queeneth. I’m so proud of you.
Would you want to run to test the strength of your wolf?
I gave a slow nod.
Reuben quickly told her sister, Aisha, to shift so that they could run with Queeneth. Amy met Reuben's and Aisha's wolf and we all went for a run.
We ran a long distance when I told them I was tired. We ended the run and went back to our clothes to shift back. Shifting is very painful, it hurts. But according to what we’ve been taught, when we keep doing it over and over again, it becomes a part of you, and it won't hurt badly again.
My friends hugged me and gave me lots of kisses. I was so happy that the three of us are at the same level. Reuben and Aisha have their wolf, and now I also have my wolf..
We picked up our belongings and started heading to our different houses.
“So, finally we are not mates,” Reuben said, his voice laced with regret.
“That was the same way I saw it “ I responded.
“I'm not happy about that, Queeneth. I wanted you to be my mate. I know I've never said this openly, but I love you, Queeneth, and I want you to be my mate.” Reuben confessed.
What Aisha told me before, that her brother loves me, is very true. I least expected her to express herself that day. I felt so emotional because, since he wants me, I also want him. I love him too.”
Aisha interrupted my thoughts.
“Brother, it's true that you love Queeneth, I knew that before now, and I wanted her to be your mate so that we can be family. But you’ve to give her a chance to find her own mate. If she doesn't find them, you can be her chosen mate, but first of al,l, she has to find her mate.” Aisha explained.
The whole thing Aisha was saying was not going down well with Reuben. The way he was staring at his sister as though he wanted to blow up her brain with his eyes if they were guns.
After some seconds, I nodded to what Aisha said.
“Aisha, you're right. She has to be given a chance, but I also pray she doesn't find any.”
We all laughed loudly together. We left the forest and got to Reuben's house. They bade me goodbye, and I headed straight to my house.
I got to my house and was too tired to even shower, especially because of the run. It was the first time I was doing such a thing and it really told my body. I managed to take a shower and put on my pyjamas to go to bed. I checked the time and it was 10pm. I already gave up, I won't find my mate since it is already 10, and I’m back at the house. Where would be see me for the connection to spark again? I was home.
I believed that it was the way the Moon Goddess planned it but never knew she was wiser.
As I was about to go to bed, I heard a noise that pushed me out of bed to check what the problem was. What I saw gave me the biggest shock of my life.
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