Mate's Revenge

[Elizabeth's POV] It's 23:40. I had 20 minutes before my 18th birthday. I was trying to pick which dress and which pair of shoes to wear on my date as I stood in front of the bed holding two new sets of shoes and two gowns. A pink dress and a pair of flat shoes were on the left side, both gifts from my boyfriend and roommate Carl. They were wearing my favorite black high heels and light blue knee-length skirts on the right side. Carl told me via text yesterday that he would be waiting for me at White Star Lake in the afternoon to help me celebrate turning 18. He said that he would surprise me. To please my companion, I ultimately went for the pink dress and simple shoes. At 23:58, I removed my jammies and sat silently as I awaited a change. Since I already knew my destined mate was Carl on his 18th birthday two days earlier, I was certain that I would be successful in shifting. So, compared to other unmated she-wolves in the pack, it would be simpler for me to shift straight. It was 23:59. In addition to eagerly anticipating our trip to White Star Lake, I could not wait to meet my wolf. 0:00. I felt some discomfort for a little period—probably only a few seconds—before I opened my eyes and saw the wolf with the amber fur in my room's floor mirror. I knew my shift had gone well. "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm Rose." My Wolf Rose's voice suddenly appeared in my brain. I'm glad to meet you, Rose. Do you want me to put on your lovely outfit so I may meet your partner? Rose chuckled. She looked to be in a cheerful mood. I was also. "Maybe you can try again later." After cracking a joke, I immediately changed back into my human shape and slipped on my pink dress and flats. Even though I was suddenly ecstatic and cheerful, I couldn't help but mourn my deceased twin brother, Robert. By now, if he were still alive, he would find his wolf and mate, just as I did. Do you miss your twin brother, my sweetheart? Be less depressed. Your kind father and charming lover are still there. You two grew up together, and your lover is your soulmate and is also the incoming Alpha of your buddy pack. Is another girl more fortunate than you? I'm eager to see my partner right now. Rose gave me solace. All of my recollections, dating back to when I was born, shared life with Rose. Carl had just turned 18 and had moved two days before, she knew. I had no choice but to abide by Carl's claim that the moon goddess had selected me as his partner. It is a mint. White Star Lake was the source of my favorite smell. A werewolf's partner will give off their preferred smell. I recalled that Carl had promised to meet me close to White Star Lake. My packhouse was 500 meters from White Star Lake. The scent of mint in the air became stronger as I approached White Star Lake. I saw my attractive partner standing under the streetlight. I will always remember his dark eyes and his curling chestnut hair. Carl, my partner and the incoming Alpha of the Demon Forest Pack, was that guy. Congratulations and happy birthday, my lovely princess. His grin was adorable and kind as he seated his hands behind his back. "Carl, I give the moon goddess praise. I'm ecstatic to be your partner. I told him while fighting back tears. We have been friends for more than 10 years. We were all in the same class—me, Robert, and Carl—and we evolved close to Freya, the transfer student in our group. We four would often go hare hunting on the Leyte Mountain or go on breezes by the river. During the holidays, we visited the town to see films and go shopping. Carl had always supported me. When I lost Robert, he was constantly by my side to assist me in getting through the most difficult moments. I was aware that he had touched my life. I was thankful to the moon goddess even though my 18th birthday fell on a new moon when she was not visible in the sky. She arranged for Carl to be my mate and allowed me to meet him. "Someone promised to surprise me today," I said. I nicely reminded Carl while grinning. The wonder is right here. Carl clasped my arm and yanked me into his embrace. I smiled and wrapped my hands around his neck as his gentle lips caressed mine, savoring the happiness that surged my whole being. Ouch! I glanced down and saw that Carl had stabbed my birthday surprise into my heart. I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my chest. "I, Carl Charles Dodgson, future alpha of the Demon Forest Pack, hereby reject you, Elizabeth Amber Woodville, as my mate. With a proud expression, he said the iciest words in a voice that was allure and seduction. When I heard Carl expressly reject me, I was astounded. The question "What the f**k?" Rose screamed in my mind. When I peered down, I could see a vile, spooky black aura emanating from the silver blade in my heart. Was the magical sword made of silver? Dad told me that werewolves were more powerful and lived longer than people. However, silver weapons, even a silver fork, could kill werewolves if they were charmed with a certain kind of magic, except wolfsbane, which was virtually extinct. Why? Carl wanted to murder me, but why? Rose shouted in my brain as I experienced a scorching anguish in my heart. My mouth was full of blood, and I could smell rust-like blood in the air. Why don't you murder her, darling, till she officially rejects you? Freya, my dearest companion, was leaping from the lush tree canopy as I turned around to look at her. In her hands, she grasped two silver arrows. The arrows' heads were silver with a dark aura around them, and their bodies were composed of metal. She moved by me while straightening her pink dress before giving Carl a tender lip kiss.