Mate, I found You

A Nee Begining

Chapter 3: A New Beginning

Fred’s Perspective

The sound of the Alpha’s voice was final.

“You’ll be transferring to Crescent Moon High.”

I froze. My grip tightened on the armrests of my chair, the weight of the words sinking in.

Crescent Moon Pack.

Another pack’s territory.

Another Alpha’s rule.

I swallowed my protests, keeping my expression neutral. It wasn’t like I had a choice.

“Why?” I asked, my voice even.

Alexander, my father, leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes assessing me. “You need better training,” he said simply. “Crescent Moon’s high school has one of the best combat programs, and it will push you harder than anything you’ll get here.”

I didn’t argue. He was right. Crescent Moon was known for its warriors—strong, disciplined, and ruthless. If I wanted to be the best, I needed to train with the best.

But still…

“You want me to go alone into another pack’s territory?” I asked cautiously.

Alexander’s lips twitched. “Of course not. You’ll have company.”

At that moment, the door opened.

A girl walked in, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Long, dark hair. Perfectly styled. Sharp, calculating eyes. A confident smirk that made my wolf stiffen with unease.

“Isabella,” my father said, nodding at her. “She’ll be transferring with you.”

I clenched my jaw. Isabella Sinclair. The daughter of the Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha.

A rival pack. A political pawn.

And now, my traveling companion.

The moment we were alone, Isabella turned to me with a smirk.

“I guess we’ll be spending a lot of time together, Fred.”

I ignored her, walking past her toward the stairs.

She followed. “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

Still, I said nothing. My wolf was restless around her. Not in the way it should be when near a strong she-wolf—but in discomfort.

Her scent was wrong.

It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t right either. It was too sharp, too overpowering. Like she was trying too hard to make herself appealing.

The contrast hit me like a punch to the gut.

That other scent. The one from the bandages. The one that had stayed in my mind since I woke up.

Soft. Warm. Comforting.

Tyr stirred, growling in frustration.

I had to find her.

Whoever she was.

The moment I stepped into Crescent Moon High, I felt the change.

New scents. New stares. The presence of wolves who were not my packmates.

I kept my posture relaxed but alert, my senses sharp. I had been taught since childhood never to show weakness in unfamiliar territory.

Isabella walked with me, her presence causing a commotion. She reveled in it. I could tell by the way she tossed her hair, the way she smiled at the curious passersby.

I didn't care.

I glanced around the classroom as I entered. A group of wolves, some stronger than others, some looking at me with curiosity, others with wariness. But none of them mattered.

Until my eyes met hers.

A girl was crouched in the corner of the classroom. Petite, as opposed to everyone else, but there was something about her that elicited a growl from my wolf.

Possessiveness. Acknowledgment.

"Mate.”

The term hit me like a blow to the chest.

My vision was sharper. My wolf wrestled forward, fighting to gain control.

I gasped a deep breath.

It's her.

That scent.

Same one on the bandage.

She'd rescued me.

A wave of emotion washed over me. Gratitude. Wonder. Starvation.

She had not even noticed I was there, her attention fixed on the documents in front of her.

But I saw her.

Each step. Each breath.

She belonged to me.