Uniting My Mates

I lay in bed staring at my ceiling. Thunder rumbled through the sky and the wind is bending the glass in my windows. I watch as water drizzles from a crack in the ceiling down the wall. Lightning shines through the thin curtains. It brightens the room and I can see my tiny table next to my small kitchen with its single chair. Wind slams into the wall and a picture falls off. It makes the sound of shattering glass. I sigh out of frustration because I will have to clean that up later. I used to be terrified of thunder but I have lived here in this studio sized house for years now. After being alone through so many storms I have become immune to it. I cannot remember my parents anymore. They died from a vampire attack when I was a little. I still try to close my eyes and see them. To remember anything. The only memory that is still perfect in my mind is that night. The night they died. I remember hearing screams. So many people were screaming. I was grabbed out of bed by my mother. I remember her heart beat pounding through her chest as I clung to her. It was a blur. I saw smoke and fire. I saw people running in a crazed panic. My mother flew down the basement stairs and we were in the bunker. My mother heard a child crying from upstairs. She sat me down and told me she would be right back. She had them lock the doors behind her. That was the last time I saw my mother alive. A few hours later we were let out and walked past bodies all over the ground. The smell of smoke and blood is forever engraved into my memory. I still have nightmares of that night. I miss my family. I had an older brother who also died that night. I remember following him around everywhere he went. He allowed me to be the annoying little sister. When we got out of the bunker I found his body. He was fourteen when he died. His eyes were still open as he laid on the floor. A giant circle of dried blood had surrounded him. Every nightmare starts differently but it always ends the same. With his lifeless eyes staring at me. I have gotten better at handling it. I no longer wake up screaming or crying. Our pack was torn apart after the attack. We lost our Alpha, Luna, my father the Beta and so many warriors. There were many women and children who never made it to the bunker on time. The old Alpha’s son Caiden was too young to take over at the time. So his grandfather temporarily had control until Caiden turned eighteen. He has rebuilt our pack much stronger than before. Our warriors are trained very well. They are prepared for almost anything that challenges us. Our pack the White Crescent Pack has officially become the largest pack in the world. I was left as an orphan after the attack. At first I was bounced around with different families. When I got old enough they put me in the pack house and I had my own room. It was a nice room. Much nicer than this house. My father was the previous Beta. So I had high standing in the pack even as an orphan. My downfall happened when my wolf didn’t appear. We normally shift between thirteen and sixteen years old. Being the daughter of a Beta I should have shifted earlier. They waited to see if my wolf was just delayed but at some point they assumed I would never have a wolf. They labeled me human. It has never happened that I know of. A human child born of two strong wolf parents. After I turned sixteen they moved me here. It could have been worse. Had my father not been the Beta and had he not died protecting this pack, I would have been kicked out. Being wolf less makes me weak. No pack likes a weak member to protect. So they sent me to live in this house. If you can truly call it a house. It is pretty much old brittle wood that is held together by a miracle. I turn eighteen today. Well actually my birthday started two hours ago. Happy Birthday to me! Usually at this age we would find a mate. Someone that is deemed our soul mate. It is believed that the moon goddess took one soul and split it in half. That our mates complete our soul. I am nervous. I am unsure if I will have one since I don’t have a wolf. After the attack I became obsessed with having a mate one day. I just wanted to have a family again. Someone who cared if I existed. The idea of someone loving me used to make me excited. I have been alone for way too long. I am just afraid to hope now. To have a mate that rejects me will hurt. Anyone who does mate with me is likely to reject me since I am considered weak. My parents were strong and well respected wolves. They both came from Alpha bloodlines. So it is not completely hopeless. I could find one. It is just going to suck, though, if I am rejected. I am trying to prepare myself emotionally for the worst possible outcome. I close my eyes and say a prayer to the moon goddess. I pray for her to look after my parents and brother. I pray for her to help me find a mate. I also pray for her to protect my pack from the vampires out there. Even though I am human I still feel a need to protect my pack. I jumped a little when thunder ripped through the sky. It shook my house more than usual. This storm is going to do a lot of damage to my home. It is really a great start to my birthday.