As a child my mother hoped for me to give her grandchildren, as she loved to spoil them rotten. My dad wanted me to have a son, a strong man who could take over the Alpha position once I had grown old with my mate. My little sister was the one I was overly-protective of, I grew up watching her get more beautiful as each year past. I remembered I found out she was going on her first date she was thirteen, I watched her from her door as she was putting on makeup and doing her hair...
*Flashback*
I leant against the door watching her pacing the room back and forth, I could hear her heart working overtime, double beating. She looked mad as she was talking to herself in a hushed tone.
"What's up sis? Whats with all the pacing?" I asked entering her room sitting on her bed.
"Im just- nervous
