Chapter 1

Chapter 1

If my memory serves me right, excitement flooded me the morning of that vicious day. Nothing could've brung me down at that very moment- not the pouring rain, the howls of jailed wolves, the snores of my dad down the hall, hell not even my sister's atrocious cooking which I forced my self to eat could've ruined that morning.

That morning was happy but the evening that followed came crashing in just as the rain met the gravel of the village around me.

My mother had surprised me while I still lazily laid in bed with a cupcake as she and my sister sang happy birthday while giving me big bright smiles. We were the poster white American family, who were also powerful and respected werewolves in the community of course. My sister was the only non-normal one in our family, she was only two years younger than me which made her sixteen since today my age dramatically changed to eighteen.

She was more adventurous and dramatic- and if you ask me she's a little weird but mostly secretive. Who knew sixteen-year-olds could be as secretive as my sister was.

My dad was the only bit of flavor we had since he came from a Brazilian pack but somehow found his way to Canada and managed to make a pack of his own named The Cardinal Pack which has over three hundred and ninety pack members and one day I was expected to take over and rule alongside my mate.

If I'm gonna be honest part of me felt like I couldn't handle that but don't tell my dad that because he never listens to me.

"Keep your head high boy! You're made to rise above!" If I'm gonna be honest again, I had no idea what that meant but apparently, my dad has more pride in me than myself.

My mother was the good-hearted Luna of the pack and she was the main mother role model to everyone since she not only raised two healthy kids but somehow managed to do so much in the pack. She would take care and feed the orphans, train kids how to shift and she was one hell of a cook but her main talent was being the village psychiatrist. Do you have any idea how hard it is to talk to your mother when all she does is analyze you?

"So, how exactly do you feel about turning 18 Ezekiel?"

To be honest I feel nothing-.

In the human world, eighteen is a celebration of the beginning of your adult life, in some countries that age allowed you to drink, drive, legally smoke, and many other things. But Ina werewolf community eighteen signified the beginning of your mating season. In this, you find what the elders describe as your soul mate chosen by the Fates. The Fates were the goddesses of destiny to the Greek faith. They controlled the, well... fate of every being to walk the earth.

With a little help from Eros- the god of love- the Fates created a bond between wolves that were so scared not even a seductress like Aphrodite could ruin- or so they thought.

For months Kennedy and I had dreaded me turning 18, she was nervous that I wasn't her mate whereas I was certain. My wolf had already imprinted on the girl during sex and even though she couldn't tell I refreshed that imprint through ever kiss.

Falling in love is a headache on its own. You feel like there's a storm sweeping your chest as the lightning was electrifying your veins.

Our love was epic.

Kennedy was five feet six inches of beauty. Every time my eyes looked upon the girl, not even the demi-god Hercules could punch the daydream of her beauty out of my imagination.

Her brunette hair fell onto her light brown skin, the bangs that she regrettably cut hung curly hairs against the forehead of her heart-shaped face. Perfection at its finest that could only be completed with her hazel eyes that could make a man's heart stop beating.

This girl looked like the personification of the word kindness. Her honey brown eyes melted my soul and filled me with joy. That girl had me, as my friends would call it, whipped.

Her beauty wasn't all there was to her though, she was kind, brilliant, soft, gentle, passionate, considerate, and above all epic. I loved her so much... I swear I did.

But that wasn't enough.

Because at exactly one a.m on Friday 8 March 2018 when my eyes locked with the happy loving eyes of the gentle, kind, and passionate Kennedy Baker confirming that she was everything I hope she was, my wolf decided that he needed to run.

He didn't though, he allowed me to run to her catching the small body of the girl I considered perfect into my own.

"Looks like you're stuck with me baby."

"You and me forever baby."

Even though my wolf didn't run, part of me wanted too.

Because despite that world pausing smile and heartbreaking light that Kennedy Baker captured

that wasn't enough.