The wolf within stepped forward, taking over smoothly; like flowing water, we both smoothly shifted from human half to wolf. As the wolf, I shook my fur and looked at the male before me who seemed much smaller. The howl was louder and purer. Achingly beautiful.
Around the tender age of twelve moons—years. I had thought about my fated mate. Thought that for the first male I would claim he would be powerful, an alpha to rival all others.
I had been ignorant. I had been nothing more than a pup.
Pups(Children).
Their minds, even if they are dubbed geniuses, are simply naïve. Foolish for having such ignorant thoughts.
The howl was changed into a song that had only ever been heard by myself and them.
My enforcers.
Now the first fated mate would hear it as well.
At that time, I had at the age of twelve thought; this howling croon would be perfect for expressing my willingness to claim my mate.