The Destiny of a Rogue Pup

“Smack” Leann are you paying attention to me! Brittany said. Yes I am did you really have to hit that hard I scolded at her. Well you was in lala land staring at Lamar again she said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but to think about him. He is so handsome! He has dark brown almost black hair cut short, hazel eyes that could melt your sole and oh don’t get me started on his muscles. I’ve always thought he was an amazing looking guy but what girl didn’t. He was soon to be alpha of our pack, and I never figured I would have a chance in hell with him. Brittany went on and on about our chance to meet our mates at our yearly pack ball. It’s where every non mated wolf that’s of age comes from all over to see if they could find their mate. We have been going since we turned 18 and well still no luck we are 22 now, it’s not uncommon but still sucks. I wasn’t very popular in my pack since I was technically a spawn of two rouges that died in a car crash on the outskirts of the pack house, I guess lucky for me that Alpha Dale to pitty on me since I was only seven. He gave me my own place to stay on the compound and made me work around the pack house so I was able to pay for my way. I do the jobs that no one else would dare to do. Brittany was my only friend, she didn’t judge me like the other she-wolves but she isn’t like the rest of them either. She was so sweet and loving, she cared for anything and anyone. She was tall close to 5’7and slim built with the prettiest red hair and crystal blue eyes. I’ve always thought she was prettier than I was. I’m short short I’m 5’1 a little thicker than your average she-wolf and I had blonde hair with eyes that are half blue and half brown. After Britt finishes her long story about how this year will be the year we both find our mates, we get ready to go shopping in town.