All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue.My name is Elizabeth Mannering, and I was born eighteen winters ago to Alpha Greyson and Luna Victoria Mannering of the Crescent Moon pack.And I am a werewolf.My pack was situated deep within the Lunar woods, surrounded by the Lunar Mountain range. It was small, barely consisting of three hundred members. A border pack, lying quite close by the human kingdom of Reincast in the continent of Maqori. The Lunar woods were where the supernaturals lived, while Reincast was where humans lived. Humans weren’t quite aware of our existence, but they were wary of the Lunar woods as they felt that something was off in it. They rarely ventured in, and when they did, they’d face dangers that were beyond shifters, were the Lunar woods hosted all kinds of supernatural and paranormal creatures such as druids, witches, dwarves, dryads, nymphs, centaurs and many, many more. Shifters such as my pack were only a small part of the mosaic.I was the first-born of the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pa

Elizabeth. I make my way down the actual staircase to the first floor of the castle, trying not to wring my fingers with nerves. I don’t know why I feel so anxious about this lunch, it’s not like I’ve never done this before. I do think that it’s the nerves that are meant for tonight setting in early, what other explanation do I have?I got along with my family alright. I loved my father, although he could be difficult sometimes, I adored Carol. Carol could be a little too submissive to my father, easily giving in to his whims, but I tried not to hold that against her. She liked to see her family happy, and sometimes she went about it in the wrong way. Otherwise, she was a delight to talk to. And of course, she had filled the role of my mother ever since I could remember.My relationship with Easton was that of a typical brother and sister. We used to be very close when we were children, we only had a three-year age difference between us, and both of us could look over that. But as tim

Elizabeth.Carol comes knocking at my doors moments after, but I don’t want to speak with her, so I stay where I am, with my head buried in a soft pillow on which my tears dry. I’m normally not a person to cry out loud when I am upset. Most of the time, I’d just bury my face in a pillow and let the tears fall soundlessly as I run every reason as to why I’m sad in my head until the severity of those reasons and the intensity of my emotions die out. It was my coping mechanism with grief, and after a good cry, I would find myself being able to completely move on from it.“Eliza,” Carol’s voice comes from the other side of the door, and I think I hear the sadness in it, “I am so very sorry that we made a scene at the table today, especially considering how it’s your birthday. I didn’t intend to let myself get carried away like that, I was too caught up in my own emotions that I failed to think about you, and I truly, truly regret it. Today was supposed to be your celebration, but we manage

Elizabeth.“Mother?” I whisper as the scream continues on. My blood runs cold as everyone whips their heads in the direction of the castle. I’d never heard my stepmother scream like that before, and the first thing in my mind is that something dangerous had happened.I’m frozen where I stand until another scream splits through the air, and that manages to break my stupor.“Mother!” I scream out and start running in the direction of the castle as fast as my bare feet could take me. My heart pounds in my chest as my mind conjures millions of scenarios for me to panic over. What had happened? Was my stepmother hurt? Was my father hurt? Was it Easton? Had they been attacked? How could they be attacked they were in the castle!The northern border is not that far from the castle and in moments I find my feet slapping on the cobblestone-laid path that leads up a small slope towards the castle. From the corners of my eyes, I notice torches being lit on either side of the road as I run, and peo

Elizabeth.I lean on a tree, panting. I think I’ve successfully shaken off the wolves who were tracking me, but I can’t be sure. The night has become darker, and I can see the stars blinking through the sparse clouds as I look up. I’d just climbed a mountain, and my legs ache. I’m still drenched from my trek into the tunnel behind the waterfall, and the cold air of the night bites at my skin. I feel a headache approaching, along with a runny nose. There’s nothing more I want to do than return back home, change out of my clothes and bundle up on my bed in front of the fireplace.Home. The very word makes my stomach drop, as it reminds me of what had happened just hours ago.I don’t know the distance I’ve traveled from the pack, nor the time I spent on it. It feels like a lot. My head and my body are heavier than ever, every step I take is an effort because it feels like my feet are trying to fuse to the ground. I have the unshakable urge to scream, which I feel like I should attest to t