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2: Going to work
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2022-02-14 02:03:28*Cathwulf*
On my way to work, walking through the small town of Azalea in Oregon, I am thinking about all the big things that will or might happen soon.
The rituals and the first change is certain, unless I should happen to not have a wolf, but that is so rare that I do not really fear it.
I don’t know much about the rituals, no young wolf is told beforehand. All I know is that they are sacred, given to us by the moon goddess herself and that they are different for men and women, but equally important.
The butterflies rumble a bit in my stomach, but it is the good kind. I am sure it will be a great experience joining the wolf ranks for real, getting my place in the hiraki.
To be honest I do not wish for much. Not knowing who my real parents are, no one can really guess about my rank. But most orphans are fighters or omegas.
Then there is the other thing, but there is no guarantee at all that I will find my true mate. It can happen that night, if he is there… maybe I will have to visit other packs searching for him. Or I could be like Lyca, she has never found her… maybe he died before they had a chance to meet.
This is something I have been dreaming of since I was a little girl: finding my mate. I hope he is handsome, kind and smart, someone I can talk to as well as snuggle up too. The man who will be my first and only everything.
I smile to myself, thinking of the man of my dreams. My very own Mr. Right… trying to imagine how he might look.
He doesn’t have to be someone powerful or famous… like an Alpha or a top ranked warrior, not that I would complain of course. But I mean, I am nothing but an orphan, so I am happy if he is a good man.
I spend the rest of my walk imagining how our first meeting will be. Will he take my hands and confess his undying love ? Will he kiss me in the moonlight ?
To be honest I have never seen anyone meet their true mate for the first time, as I have not been allowed to attend any first change ceremony, logically, but I have seen Them, the newly mated and they always seem so happy.
That is what I want the most, someone to look at me like I am the most beautiful creature under the moon … someone who will want to kiss me constantly because I am his everything.
Yes I am very much a dreamer and a romantic, my whole family tells me all the time, but I don’t care if they tease me, that is what I dream off and a girl can dream right ?
Reaching work I hurry inside, go to the maschine and clock in, before finding my small desk and starting with my work.
I actually like my job, even if it is for a company producing fur products. Evill Winterbottom Fur, it is called, it is the biggest fur company in Oregon, and the owners are very rich, like actual billionaires.
I guess it is a weird job giving that I will have fur myself soon, but mom needs the money, and it was the only job I could get. Also I only do paper work, and typing up letters and stuff, I do not work with the furs.
Most of my colleagues are also very nice. Especially those working in the same area as me, and we often talk during breaks, even if most of them are older than me and all are humans. They don’t know about werewolves of course.
Humans often come off as very little observant to be honest, they seem to think the pack is some sort of commune or cult, depending if they like us or not.
After having worked for about half an hour someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see Mr Evill’s personal secretary Rita. “Mr. Evill would like to see you in his office for some reason”.
To be honest Rita is one of the few People here I don’t like much. She seems to always look down her nose at others.
I smile at her nonetheless. “Oh.. he would. Okay, let me just finish this..”.
“Now !” She barks. “Mr. Evill said he wanted to see you now… you are not gonna make him wait are you ?”
“No of course not”. I hurriedly put my things away and get up. “Coming”.
She strides off with a huff and I follow with my heart pounding in my chest.
I feel myself getting all flustered and I quickly smooth down my clothes and hair, wanting to look perfect for the boss.
For some reason he always makes me very flustered and nervous, and him requesting me to come to his office like this has never happened before.
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