Prolouge

Kennedy and I had the simple normal high school sweetheart love story. We had the fortune of meeting each other as kids, both six-year-olds innocent and oblivious to the world of chaos and pain around us.

My oblivious nature wasn't by choice though, because when Kennedy was around it was almost impossible to focus on anything but her- she was just that enchanting- that even in my six-year-old body I couldn't help but resist her smile. From the moment she burst through the doors of our primary schoolroom and smiled at the students that girl had me by the tail.

Instantly she became my best friend, we did many things that best friends do together like riding bikes, sharing food, holding hands, binge-watching shows, talk shit about our other friends and even stole candy from our parents. In a way we both started to become bonded, you would never see me doing something without her and her I.

I couldn't for the life of me recall a story of my life that did not end with Kennedy in it.

Somehow I didn't see how bad that could be.

We guided each other through our first shifts into wolves- we cried seeing each other in pain, it was like we're perfectly in sync.

Then we turned fourteen and things started to change, hormones went racing and this one girl was the target of mine. Let's just say my heart wasn't the only thing excited by the thought of the girl and I guess my heart wasn't the only one who got excited at our encounters.

So like many other boy and girl best friend duos Keny and I began to date. It was awkward and weird at first but after the second date things just happened. Our very first date I remember her laughing every-time I attempted to pull a move, least to say my ego took a bruising that night but eventually it was smooth sailing.

Not only were we happy but so were our people. We were widely accepted and shipped among our pack members. Hopes were high for Kennedy to be my mate because everyone loved her- they wanted her as their Luna for I was their future Alpha.

She would be a perfect Luna.

But she was not my perfect Luna.