Fated Forever

Evelyn- Two years later

Well, my 18th birthday has come and gone, I'm 20 now, my birthday was a month ago and as it passed without finding my mate I finally decided I'm over it. I spent the night drinking cheap champagne and getting drunk with Sophia and John and the only pull I felt was to the toilet as I threw up into it. Turns out my fear of not finding my mate was a valid one but not nearly as catastrophic as I imagined, I'm still kicking and actually loving my life without him. 

About two months after my 18th birthday I started taking my undergrad degree in political science online, Although I have absolutely zero desire to work in the human world, the strategy and structure come in handy no matter what species they apply to and the wolf world is certainly full of politics. 

Moving back onto pack land was such an easy transition, being able to go for runs with my wolf whenever I want and not needing to worry about exposure has been a dream and just being around my pack has bought me a sense of peace I didn't know I was missing. 

Moving back in with my parents, however, was awful, definitely not a smooth transition. Having them tell me what to do was stifling and we ended up fighting constantly and we all needed much more privacy than we had in the small house they moved into while I was away at school. After one particularly scarring incident, I decided that it would be better if I got my own place and while they love me immensely they agreed. I've never been closer to them than I am now. 

Wolves have a much longer life span than humans and as such aging seriously slows down about the age of 30, My parents have looked about 35 for as long as I can remember and they still act like young lovers who can't get enough of each other. I didn't realize but I think everyone has a list of things they never wanted to walk in on in their entire lives. My list is as follows;

1. MY PARENTS FUCKING

2. MY MATE f*****g SOMEONE ELSE

3. A MURDER

Guess what I walked in on while living with my parents. Sophia thought it was absolutely hilarious, meanwhile, I'm traumatized for the rest of my life. I walked into the kitchen one morning, and I had woken up early to find my mother bent over the counter while my father f****d her from behind, with a hand covers her mouth to stifle her moans. Needless to say, I screamed bloody murder and then both of them did too as they scrambled to cover up and by the end of the day, I decided to move out.

So I got myself a super cute 2 bedroom apartment in the packhouse that has the added perk that Soph lives 2 floors above me on the alpha's floor, she has her own suite up there with a kitchenette whereas mine is an actual apartment with a living room, kitchen, bedrooms, and bathroom. It's not big but it feels like it, the living room is open to the kitchen with a peninsula that people can sit at while I cook and entertain. My parents gifted me all the furniture of my choosing to decorate the place and so to say I went wild in pier one and home sense would be an understatement. I have a grey sectional couch situated in front of my big TV with lots of throw pillows and blankets and two poofs that work as extra seating if it's needed. It's perfect for watching movies and drinking wine. My bedroom is decorated with greys, whites and baby pink, so pale it's barely a colour, but it's my favourite colour. A big white fluffy rug lays under my bed and covers the floor immediately around it offering warmth to the room in the cold Alaskan winters and my favourite feature of the entire apartment is the wood-burning fireplace at the bottom of the bed.

Currently, Sophia is sitting at the kitchen counter, mixing us each a bottle of pre-workout to drink before we head down to the gym that's in the basement of the packhouse. The packhouse is the center of pack life and is constantly full of laughter and comradery except in the basement. There are two things in the basement, the gym and the dungeon. The gym is where we train in mixed martial arts as well as how to fight in wolf form, everyone is trained to fight from the age of 15 in school to ensure everyone has a basic knowledge. Sophia and I have continued on with our training, her because she has to for her position within the pack, I fight because I love it. My mom and dad run the training program for our pack and it gives me something in common with them and it's a great outlet for me. It's just me and Soph today, we're going to spar for an hour before girls' night...watching horror movies tonight and eating our weight in candy is on the agenda for tonight. 

SLAM! Soph gasps as I slam her down after she tried to take a running start at me while my back was turned, I'm a damn good fighter and soph is too but she still can't beat me. I debated giving her a minute to catch her breath but in a real fight that wouldn't do anything to help her son while she's still down, I pin her down and put her arm in what I affectionately call the chicken wing. Basically, the chicken wing is when you flip your opponent's arm under itself and using the wrist you pull up towards you putting a massive amount of pressure which would eventually snap multiple bones in the arm. It's one of my favorites. She gets out of it while I make clucking sounds as I taunt her and before I know it she's on top of me. As I buck her off we begin trading blows until both of us are gasping for air and I have blood dripping from a cut above my eyebrow and she's got the makings of a black eye. Not that it matters, they'll be healed by tomorrow but for now, they hurt. Throwing our hands up, we look at each other and in perfect unison...

"Wine. We need wine. Pink s**t too." 

We trudge up to my apartment for showers and movies. We ended up falling asleep on the couch while The Shining plays on and wake up to a real nightmare as screams and crashing pierce the air.