My eyes wander around the packed dining hall, searching for the werewolf that the moon goddess has gifted to me, and goddess did he ever look like a perfectly wrapped gift last night. Even if I seemed like an ungrateful b***h, I really appreciate the fact that she has gifted me a mate that offers me a chance of a life outside of this pack. I always presumed that my mate would be from this pack, Christopher or maybe Levi, but as we all turned 18 and realised that it wasn’t the goddess’s plan I didn’t think that I was ever likely to find him. I never visit other packs and we don’t often get visitors so the chances of my mate being one of the few visitors that we do get seemed so small, it was hardly worth thinking about. If Christopher hadn’t found his mate maybe we would be chosen mates by
