They say that when a werewolf finds their mate, they will be able to identify him from miles away. It comes at an instant. One minute you will still be falling through trees and the next you’ll be faced with him. You’ll be face with the dark hair, the perfect sculptured face. Everything will be perfect.

The words makes my wolf howl once again in my head, letting a thudding sensation build up. Felix’s hand slides off of my chin and wraps itself in my own hand, giving it a light squeeze. Our hands fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. He guides me out of the woods, moving slowly and continuously making sure I wasn’t hurt anywhere.

Once we part from my parents we head to the woods, me instantly relaxing a bit more. Thought that probably only lasted for five minutes. “Can I ask you something?” Felix squeezes my hand, letting shivers once again roam up my arm.  I nod, glancing at him through my curls. His eyebrows are knitted together and he

I glance over at the house for the millionth time before finally deciding to just do it. Chase had been my friend since we were babies. He knew every little thing about me. We were more than friends. We were brothers. And even if that sounded corny, corny was what we were. You get those types of friendships that are all about jokes and messing around. Those were what

Felix guides me into the woods thought we take a new route which makes me nervous. I haven’t explored the woods that much, even if it was my home away from home. I usually stuck to my routes, going north or east. There was unknowing of what was going on in the west but that was mostly because Felix and his gang would usually go there. Yet, now he was guiding me that way. We trudged through the woods up until Felix suddenly stopped.