The sea, and the surprise.
I asked that we didn't have a party. I wanted to escape, and breathe. I wanted to get to know my wolf.
All my worries, and anxiety washed away that night. Her voice was like mine, only from within me.
" Hello, Malarie. It is nice to finally meet you."
" Oh goddess, hello, I was so worried you weren't part of me!" He smooth voice chuckled inside my head.
"Your wolf appears at the time of your birth, and we were born at 9pm. I am sorry I kept you waiting."
"If that is the case, than you are not late at all."
"I like to think I am punctual. I am Val by the way. I am really excited to start this journey with you."
"Well, wouldn't you know. You're Val, I am Mal, and our dog is Mac."
Another chuckle from my inner she wolf. With that she disappeared. I sensed she was just as tired as I was.
I sat and watched the sun rise over the ocean. Segals called across the beach, fighting over crumbs abandoned on the sand. Water softly washed into shore, and the wind was gentle rustling through palm tree palms.
I wondered, as I watched the beautiful colors play in the sky, why was I not relaxed. Any normal person would enjoy the many shades of pink, purples, and orange. Why was I different? Why was I so stressed, by the salty smell, of what might otherwise ease my tense posture? Honestly the answer escapes me.
I clench my coffee as familiar footsteps pitter pattered behind me. I let out a soft sigh of relief, as Mac lay beside my chair on the elegantly decorated porch. His long white snout rested on my feet, black nose twitching slightly. Probably smelling my coffee.
I really wasn't sure what breed Mac was. It made me feel safe to have him though. Mac was a huge dog, with a full, long, thick coat of white fur. His eyes gold, and his paws large. Resembling the soldier wolfs, who worked for the alpha.
My parents found Mac as a puppy, four days before I was born. Too young to be away from his mother…. Yet… no mother in sight. I was never really a pet person, but Mac is no pet. He is my straight up, honest to God, best friend. I know that sounds completely cliche. Dog is man's best friend, and all that bullshit. I don't care, and I most definitely, am not a man. Bedsides, Mac had been my best friend from the start.
There is a picture on the fridge, of Mac and I, as baby and pup. Curled up in my bassinet.
The story is that I was born colic. I would cry for hours, and hours. With no avail. Until one day, my father decided to put Mac beside me, inside my bassinet. I stopped crying instantly. That moment we were bonded for life. Thank the moon goddess, my poor parents.
My long bronze hair blew across my face, as a light wind blew through the sky. I shivered and drew my shaw across my full round chest. It was chilly this early in the morning, and I could feel something changing. Something in the air. Something inside me.
Mac whined, and lifted his head to look at me.
"What is it, Mac? You feel that?" I asked, peering up at the slowly changing sky. Mac barcked in response. I think that means yes. Something was certainly changing.
I was changing. Today was my 17th birthday. That meant the moon goddess was going to bless me with my wolf, and my mate, willing I had one. But now... I have met my wolf....
"What are you going to do, If I get my mate, and he doesn't like dogs?" I asked looking back down at my furrever friend. Mac growled in response.
"Ah, I see. You'll eat them? Where would that leave me, Mac? You know, a wolf is incomplete without a mate." I explained, matter of fact in tone. Mac laid his head back down on my bare feet, and let out a sigh. The equivalent, I assume, Of an eye roll.
I sat there, until the sun was completely in the sky. Feeling lucky that my birthday fell on spring break this year, and that my family had taken me on vacation. If my mate is part of our pack. I won't know it until we got home to the App mountains. We were part of the Opal Crest pack. Alpha Leon, and Luna Meaghan Winter ruled our pack with an iron fist, and sleeve full of hearts. My mother and our Luna are life long friends. Like Mac and me, except wolfs.
