Later I would learn that there are ancient rituals to initiate a true mate bonding process. I’d learn that the instructions for such a thing would come to us inherently, as these are written in the very coding of our identity. Because of all the neglect the so-called traditional packs have for true mates, is one of the bedrocks of the werewolf civilization.
But for now, I run through the forest under the moonlight like a freed bird, feeling elated, on the top of the world. Wind flows through my fur, and there’s a sense of being pursued buzzing in my veins. Behind me I hear another wolf running, trying to catch me, and I can’t have that happening.
Not yet, I need to let him give chase.
After all, that’s how the ritual goes.
I don’t feel human at all. Rather, my wolf mind is very primal,
