Amelia’s Awakening

Chapter 2 - Sharing Good News

Jorah’s POV

I am rushing to put my clothes on so I can dash over to Amelia’s house to share my good news with her. I could feel the excitement coming off my wolf, Convel, adding to my own excitement.

‘I wasn’t expecting you to be as excited as me about going to Italy’ I looked at my wolf in my mind. He sat there, ears perked up, sparkling eyes and tail wagging. ‘Look who looks like a big puppy’

‘Shut up Jorah, you know I am a fierce warrior’ Convel plops down and rests his big head on his front paws looking at me obviously annoyed by my comment.

‘So are you going to pout or answer my question first’ I tease and raise my eyebrows looking at him in my mind.

He huffs out air and scowls at me. Note to self, don’t ever call Convel a puppy, even in jest. ‘I don’t know why I am feeling so excited. Something is just telling me that this trip is important for us’

‘Me too buddy, I wonder what it is’

‘I just hope that we find out when we first get there and don’t have to wait around feeling all anxious’ he states.

I nod my head in agreement and look away so I can finish getting ready

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that I got into the foreign exchange program that I applied for, after all my dad has connections with the Alpha of the pack near there, but it is still exciting.

Times like this I am so thankful for being the second son of the Alpha and not the first, I get to follow my dreams instead of being saddled down with responsibilities like my brother, Ronan. He has always been more serious and seems to thrive with his responsibilities, but it still must be annoying for him.

I will settle down when I get back. Probably accept the role of second beta that Ronan offered me. I am one of the strongest fighters, I can even beat Ronan sometimes. ‘Damn straight we beat everyone’ Convel puffs up his chest. I just smile at him, my fierce beast.

I let my mind wander back to thinking about the linguists problem I just got accepted into. I know not all would think linguistics would benefit the pack, but I know I can help build our international relations, both pack and business.

Plus, all these hot headed Alphas let their egos get in the way of understanding each other. I know I can help with their disputes. I cannot tell you how many times an Alpha fight has happened during our quarterly Alpha meetings, too many to count.

Our pack is also one of the big six, the six strongest packs of the world. One on each continent except Antarctica. The six of us have to work together. We already deal with the hot headed nature of us Alphas, but then the language barrier as well. It is an accident waiting to happen and a recipe for unnecessary war.

I wonder if Amelia has heard about her exchange program yet. Hmmm, maybe I should wait until she shares if she gets accepted first, it is more her dream than mine. When Amelia was ten she watched a movie that was set in Italy. Soon after her bedroom walls were covered in artwork she made depicting the Italian landscape. Later she was able add some travel posters of Italy. I vowed to get her there one day. That is why when I saw the foreign exchange program for artists in Italy, I knew I had to share it with her.

If anyone is talented enough to be accept it is Amelia, heck she even got me into art, and that was never really my thing. I am sure my Dad put in a good word for her too, after all she is like a daughter to him.

I mind-link my Dad see if he has any information on Amelia’s application.

‘Hey Dad are you busy?’

‘Not really what’s up?’

‘I wanted to go over to Ammy’s house and share my good news, but I’m wondering if you know if she got her acceptance as well’

‘She should have received an email today. just like you. Maybe just go over and let her talk first, just in case’

‘Good idea Dad, thanks. See you later’

‘See you son, hey don’t forget you are heading the afternoon warrior training. Don’t be late’

‘When am I ever late’ I cut the link before he can answer knowing full well it would be all to easy for him to give me an example of my perpetual tardiness. Good thing I am his son or he would be pissed at the disrespect of me cutting the link first.

I rush out of the house only to bump into one of the she-wolves that has been after me since I turned eighteen. Three years of not taking a hint, and I am very direct.

Everyone knows I am waiting for my mate and have no interest in anyone else. The problem is, they see me with Amelia and no one that doesn’t really know us believes that we aren’t a couple.

She-wolves seem to have an issue with Amelia being human and won’t get it through their thick skulls that it is none of their business. Unfortunately, because I am one of the Alpha’s sons, I have to be nice, eye roll, so frustrating.

“Sorry for bumping into you Tammy” I go to walk around her.

She lifts her hand to touch my chest and purrs, “oh no problem Jorah, I never have a problem with being close to you” she looks up at me trying to look seductive, but she looks more constipated to me.

I side step her hand and glare, “It was a simple mistake, not a way to be close. See you around” I turn and get away from her as fast as I can.

Many people don’t believe that Amelia and I are just friends and not friends with benefits. Other people think I am crazy for having a human as a best friend, they don’t understand how we can relate to each other when I am a werewolf and she is not. Honestly, she gets me better than anyone else. I really don’t care what they think.

Amelia is funny, smart, creative and loyal. She always has a way of seeing the best in any situations and in other people, where most seem to dwell on the negatives. She moves through life always spreading kindness.

She is fierce too, I have seen her stand up to people and situations that would have most pissing themselves. She even put a neighboring Alpha in his place once. She didn’t even back down when he let his Alpha aura out and his wolf was almost on the surface, nobody does that, nobody except Amelia.

Of course, it probably would have gone differently if I wasn’t her best friend. Me being the second son to the Alpha of the largest pack in North America has its perks. You don’t have to do much for people to listen and follow, they know what can happen if they don’t. Nobody wants to be on the bad side of the Blood Moon pack, they wouldn’t survive.

I do sometimes wish Amelia was a werewolf so I could be completely honest with her. I never like hiding anything from her, but werewolf law is werewolf law and I would like to keep my head attached to my body.

Supernaturals are not allowed to tell humans about the supernatural world unless they are our fated mates or our fated mates families. Any supernatural breaking this rule is punished by death, usually beheading. And unfortunately, Amelia is not my mate, so I have to keep that part of me hidden from her.

I used to think Amelia was going to be my mate. I even prayed to Selene the Moon Goddess to make it happen, but no such luck she isn’t mine. I guess I should have known when I was never sexually attracted to her,

I mean no doubt I can see how beautiful and sexy she is, but never once has she been the one I fantasied about when taking care of my needs, no wet dream, nothing. I just thought all that might change once I could sense her as my mate, but nope we are destined to be best friends nothing more.

Amelia just like me longs for a soul mate the way we wolves crave finding our mates. I have never heard of a human having the same yearning as we wolves have, it is nice to have her to talk to about it.

For us wolves, we know that we have a predestined mate created just for each other by Selene the Moon Goddess. They are the other half of our soul. But humans only have a vague idea of a soul mate, nothing concrete like us. It seems to be more of a dream or a wish for them not something that feels tangible.

Eighteen is the age that us werewolf can sense our mates. It is the most exciting birthday for us and we all hope it will be the day we meet our mate, our other half.

If your mate is from your pack or goes to the same school with you it is easy. Our school not only has our pack members it is also mixed with other surrounding packs, humans, there are even a few witches and vampires.

Anyways, if your mate is near you after you turn eighteen, all you have to do is follow the direction of their intoxicating scent. Each mate has their own unique intoxicating scent that only their mate can smell and from what I have heard and seen it can drive a wolf insane.

So on my eighteenth birthday, I rushed to Amelia’s house hoping she would be my mate. I mean, what could be better than my best friend as my mate. When I arrived at her house and didn’t smell anything from outside, I pounded on the door still holding out hope that it was only because she was inside.

I couldn’t stop the disappointment from showing on my face when she still smelled the same as always. She couldn’t understand the disappointed look on my face when she opened the door. I guess I should have better prepared myself for her not being my mate.

I had to try to play it off like I was joking that I didn’t see my birthday gift in her hands, but I know she never believed me and she definitely didn’t understand what had disappointed me. Much to my relief she left it alone and we never have spoken about what really bothered me. That was three years ago and I still haven’t met my mate. I crave finding her.

As I’m about to get in my car I see my mom coming back from the pack house. “Good morning Mom,” I say while rushing to my car.

“Good morning to you too, where are you rushing off too?” She questioned.

Turning around to face her I say, “Amelia’s house, I’ve got to let her know I got in!”

“What was I thinking asking? Of course it would be Amelia’s house, when else do you leave like your pants are on fire. I don’t even think your Dad calling you to his office for an urgent matter gets you moving as fast” she smiles up at me.

I just smirk and turn to jump in my car to drive to Amelia’s house. She only lives about twenty minutes from my house, but the way I drive I can make it there in ten.

So here I am knocking on her front door with no one answering. I can hear the music blaring from her room upstairs, so I open the front door with the spare key and head up to her room. I cannot help the laughter that escapes my mouth when my eyes land on her dancing around the room like she hasn’t got a care n the world. Her happiness is infectious.

When she turns and sees me I cannot help but ask, “What has got you in such a good mood?” I was not expecting her to launch herself at me, lucky I have werewolf reflexes and strength.

I couldn’t be happier when she told me she got accepted into her exchange program too. Now we can celebrate and plan and pack our stuff together.

She was surprised that my dad had already found us villa. I know she hates handouts, but she also knows that my dad won’t take no for an answer. Plus, my Dad would have gotten me the villa with or without her, so she just smiles in response.

What she doesn’t know is that the villa won’t cost us a penny and that it is on the pack grounds of the largest werewolf pack in Europe, the Rising Moon pack. Our two packs interact often since we are the largest packs of our respective continents.

That is why it was only a simple phone call from my Dad and now I have a lovely villa to share with Amelia in the Rising Moon pack. They didn’t even have a problem with Amelia being a human. Of course why would they?

They are a large pack and most of the packs with archaic outdated thinking are smaller and keep to themselves. These archaic packs still see humans as inferior and don’t believe humans were the ones that tipped the Great War in our favor and lead to us defeating our enemy all those years ago.

Before the war, humans were not allowed to be part of our world. If a werewolf was mated to a human they would be forced to reject them and pray to Selene for a second chance mate. That unfortunately, rarely happened. Then they would be left to find a chosen mate, usually a wolf that lost their own mate to death.

Those pairings were never as strong as your true mate. Unfortunately, this would often lead to cheating, one of the cruelest things you can do. Not only is it emotionally harmful, but once you mark your chosen mate they get pain like no other when their mate chooses to cheat.

The pain is so intense that it will cause them to pass out and can even cause death. I have never heard of any true mates cheating, it goes against your own soul to cheat on your fated mate and from what I hear is pretty much impossible.

But with chosen mates they are not the other half of your soul, so they do not complete you. Your wolf will always be driven to find someone that completes them even after you have a chosen mate. That is why the archaic rule of forced rejection was so cruel and damaging, so many chosen mates never got to experience what true love and devotion is and had to endure pain.

When The Great War was fought more than a millennium ago, it involved all species, even humans. What human lack in physical strength and power they made up for in critical thinking and ingenuity. They were able to develop weapons that helped defeat the evil forces that tried to take over our world in a quest for world domination.

While werewolves and other supernaturals still remember how essential the humans were in helping us win the war, humans have all but forgotten supernaturals exist. A few human high officials still know about the supernatural world, but overtime the supernatural world has been reduced to fantasy within the human world. Now werewolves take pride in protecting humans.

I never quite understood how or why humans stopped knowing of our existence until my Dad explained it to me. He said that our innate power struck fear in many humans and if that fear was left unchecked that fear could lead to future wars with humans.

The human leaders thought it was safer to rewrite the stories as fantasy and with humans short lifespans it was all to easy to change and rewrite history so new generations don’t even know we exist.

The nice thing about how essential humans were in us winning that war, is that now humans are not seen as inferior mates by most. No one is required to reject their mates and our packs have thrived with human mates living among us.

After Amelia and I jump around acting like a couple of fools, we head out to celebrate at our favorite Italian restaurant Don Tana’s. I knew Amelia couldn’t resist going if I mentioned its name, haha she is such a sucker for food. I swear sometimes she eats more than us werewolves. I just have to remember I have that afternoon training to head or my dad may kill me.

Of course when we get there the waitress is practically throwing herself at me. Don’t get me wrong, she is pretty but how rude to ignore Amelia, plus I’m just not interested in anyone but my mate.

Many alphas find their mates in other packs because they are often times mated to other alpha. Alphas being mated to other alphas helps keep the bloodlines strong and that helps keep packs stronger and better protected if the bloodline remain pure and strong. So I guess meeting my mate in Italy is a possibility.

My brother met his mate in Canada. She is the daughter of an Alpha in Canada. He met her when my father and him went there for alpha business. They connected right away and all was going good until he brought her back to our pack and she learned of his past indiscretions.

She had to see the other women all the time and hear all about what my brother and they had done from those catty, cruel she-wolves. That I never understood either, why did they have to be so cruel and tell all the many, many details of what my brother and them used to do together, how long, how often, how many participants were involved.

I mean really was that necessary to be so heartless. Hearing this stuff isn’t just an emotional pain, but it also causes physical pain, I felt so sad for Abigail. I know those she-wolves were probably hoping to break Ronan and Abigail up so they could be Luna, but really is power that important? And who hurts others like that and then expects to be the Luna, do they not get that the Luna is the mother of the pack, ridiculous she-wolves.

As I let my mind wander and Amelia and my conversation flows. Talking about all the places we wanted to go and the things we want to experience before school starts for a month, it hits me that in two weeks we will be doing this on the other side of the ocean not knowing anyone but each other. I am both excited and also terrified, what if this trip changes everything, I mean how can it not.