The Pilot and The Werewolf

Amber Today is turning out to be a typical day. I'm flying the young Alpha to NYC for speed dating with some of the local pack's daughters. Although "dating" in the human sense is unpopular within werewolf circles, it is becoming more popular now. Since finding your mate is becoming rarer. I can still hear my wolf from time to time, but faintly. I'm not sure if I'll find my mate or not. So I don't blame the young Alpha for his choice. The pressure on Alphas to be mated is intense. A luna is a vital part of a pack. She is a necessity. Running a pack, especially a large one like the Redwood Pack, has got to be tiring without a partner to share it. I come from two Alpha bloodlines. My father is an Alpha, and so is my mother. Alpha males are pretty standard, but to find a woman that our wolves acknowledge as an Alpha is rare. We're the only pack I know of with two Alpha leaders. Great things were expected from me, but then I turned eighteen and never shifted. I was trained to be the Alpha of my pack my entire life. But I did the best thing for my pack, and I decided to turn my pack over to my brother Sam. He shifted at eighteen and has been doing a great job. After I turned over my pack, I decided to pick up a job that would give me the adventure I crave. So I went to school to become a pilot, and I don't regret it. It has given my life some meaning and has allowed me to travel. I might not be able to shift, but I am a quick thinker and still have quick reflexes. Plus a stable mind from all of my years of dedicated Alpha training. All of this made me a damn good Pilot, and I graduated at the top of my class. Right now, I'm inspecting the jet before taking off. The captain isn't here yet, but I'm chronically early. So I'm halfway through my preflight checklist when I smell something unique,...but I have a job to do. Eric Today is not one that I'm looking forward to, but something that I have to do. I'm trying dating for once. At twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight, I had given up on finding my true mate. So I roll out of bed and throw on a blue dress shirt, black slacks, and my dress shoes. I'm dressed to impress, but I'm not worried. I've never had issues with gaining attention from women. Now it's a task to find one with whom I want to spend my life and share my pack. That's why I'm going to New York City. I have been reaching out to different packs and setting up dates. Most of these packs we have business with. So maybe I can find love and benefit my pack simultaneously. "You'll regret this when we find our mate. Our pack would be stronger if you'd just wait," said my wolf in my mind. He sounds tired and pissed off. He hasn't talked to me much since I started planning this trip. But our pack needs a Luna. "We're the largest pack on the west coast; we will be fine," I replied. My pack is situated deep in the Redwood forest in California. We even have a coast that we can head to quickly. This makes it easier to surf and generally be outside. Between being the part wolf and being a surfer, I appreciate California's culture of being outside as much as possible. We have private lands with our own private jet fleet. It makes it easier and safer for us to get around the world. My parents, the previous Alpha, and Luna have also started quite the wine business in their old age. That keeps them busy and happy while I run things here. I unplug my Tesla and drive to the pack's airport. I park, grab my suitcase, and head toward one of our private jets. I take a few steps when I smell something sweet. First, it's like a mix of coconut and vanilla. Then, the overwhelming feeling that I get hits me in the gut. I can feel my wolf's excitement build… that can only mean one thing. "That is our mate!" says my wolf. My heart feels like it's in my throat. I've been looking for her for almost a decade. What is the Moon Goddess happening? I look around and see a woman with blonde hair and a uniform standing by a jet. Every instinct in me wants to run up to her and spin her around or something crazy. But she isn't reacting like I am. Is she human, or is she a werewolf? She smells like a werewolf. But she doesn't recognize me as her mate. She is still working and doesn't even look up right away. This drives my wolf crazy, and I struggle to keep him from shifting. I don't feel like meeting her nude. I keep staring at her like a crazy person from where my car is packed. Damn. She is real….. I have to go up and talk to her, but how do I do that without making an i***t of myself? I start to walk up to her, and she looks at me, and time slows down a bit. Oh sh*t, she is stunning. Her eyes are a golden color. Her height is perfect. Great body. Everything about her seemed perfect. As if the Moon Goddess took extra time with her. I'm at a complete loss for words. Instead, she is the one that speaks first. ""Good morning, you must be Mr. Redwood! I don't think that we have met yet, my name is Amber, Amber Mount Wood, and I will be the first officer for this flight.".