Hey, creating new story it's about werewolves not a particular topics just werewolves in genre and mates…
I sluggishly dragged my feet all the way up the steps of my school, another day alone. I thought silently to myself. I tried so hard not to think of that day but it always managed to return no matter how hard I tried to forget…
At 16 the age that werewolves of either gender can find there mate or get ahead and try to seek them out, I chose the latter when I became of age , the thing that I had been most looking forward to as a child that likes to walk around in her mothers high heels and put on make-up with extravagant tiaras and feathery scarves and the fake plastic diamonds that dazzled any toddlers fancy, was that the only thing in life that was promise for my kind was a life partner, soul mate, eternal love, imprintee mate whatever you wanted to call it, I had been counting down the years until I could find my life partner. Every werewolf has there own, chosen to suit them by the ancestors of our kind and our pack (Red rain pack) to be together for life and to continue the jeans of the Red rain pack cubs that replace us when we die. But as I had dreamed of as a sweet, innocent, little girl fate wasn't always so kind to those who dream…
FLASHBACK:
I waltzed threw the park laughing with my school friends about something entirely trivial that was on Sky last night, when I felt this pull deep inside my stomach, it ordered me to turn my head south-east and seek for something, my body followed my brains orders t the 'T' as I searched the crowded infant play-ground my eyes has directed me to , I scanned the swings, roundabout, climbing frame, goal posts until my chocolate brown irises searched the parental benches that lined the interior of the children safe fence, my breath caught in my throat as I analysed a handsome looking man that seemed o be in his early twenties. He had a mature air/vibe that surrounded him though, brown shaggy hair, stubble and easily the iciest blue eyes the world had ever scene. He seemed to be waiting patiently for something, his eyes wandered over to were I stood frozen we made I contact for a millisecond it jolted me like an electric shock- he's my mate. I stood there with my mouth hanging opens lightly agape as I fell for him then and there I was building up the courage to go and make conversation with him but little did I know as I watched him further a pretty blonde women came and sat next to him they shared a kiss for greeting and at that moment my heart turned to dust and flew away, my heart stopped dead as they shared words and stood up, arms wrapped around each other in genuine embrace of love and adoration, they seemed to call to words, I couldn't hear not even with my improved hearing, but felt as though I had been hit by a bus when a boy about the age of 6 and a girl with similar facial feature races towards them crashing into there legs. My heart just ate itself and disappeared just as my chances of ever being happy in life did, I noted the girl and boy- I presume brother and sister- had replica faces of Mr. Handsome and Mrs. Pretty blonde woman combined, I gasped, my mouth became dry as did my throat. They were there kids, as my conscience drifted of with shock it only returned in time for me to see the happy family dance there way past me merrily, when a band of gold on each of the parents fingers caught my attention in the summer sun, they… they had wedding bans on, my… MY only love is married and has kids… with the wrong woman.
END OF FLASHBACK.
Thanks for reading, please PM me if you thing I should continue this is like a taster of the new story I want to begin, constructive feedback is welcome, not to harsh though please…
Molly
