An unusual feeling consumes River as she watches her mate bound away back to his home. Sat still, alone, she feels lost. Deciding to make a lap of the hill again before retuning back to her mate, her pace slow. Emotions had become conflicted, Clara had taken a keen interest in Atticus. Even in such a short amount of time, River had also taken an even bigger interest in Creed. Something, however, was not right. Atticus on surface level seemed great, he worked hard and played harder. There was a joyful youthful essence to him, he was also gorgeous. Creed was almost the opposite, he was linear. The wolf and boy clashed, and it was a problem. Clara doesn’t hold it against Atticus for not wanting to be alpha yet, but River does. There should be pride in your birth right, and yet Atticus turns h
