My Mate and My Home

Thunder boomed loud over our territory, a storm was approaching, and it was coming fast. My hair stood at attention along my arms and I shuddered as the sky growled. Being so far away from a more advanced civilization only propelled my uneasiness. "No one would come looking, if something were to happen." I think to myself. I make my way down the stairs and find my mother lighting candles in the family room. "Hello, dear." My mother whispers as I throw my arms around her, seeking comfort. "Your father should be home soon, you know he likes to take his time hunting." She rubs my back, soothingly, and I relax. As if on cue the door swings open, the wind blowing harshly through my hair, and my father appears. He's covered with sweat, but he looks satisfied with himself. "We aren't just having vegetables tonight, loves." He smiles and kisses both my mother and I on the cheek. "Jonathan still isn't home yet?" His eyes turn dark with worry. My mother touches his arm with a small smile. "Darling, you know he had multiple territories to visit. It will take him more than just a day." It was almost one hundred years ago when the packs of our lands came together and decided to split into territories, but still have one main pack to watch over us all. Each pack had their own land and their own alpha, but our aplhas still answered to the King Alpha. Our pack wanted to be as far away as possible from other packs, but we still were one of the only packs to produce our own vegetables and farm on the lands. We were in charge of providing other territories with our supplies, so my twin brother and a few of the other boys in our territory deliver the supplies. He left a day ago, and we always wait anxiously for his return. As for me, I help my mother and the other women of the pack to work in the gardens and tend to other duties. My father promises to teach me how to hunt once I can fully shift into my wolf form, but it just so happens that I'm a late bloomer. As we sit down to eat dinner, my father smiles at me. "Do you want to go running after dinner, Leila?" He asks. My mother shakes her head warning him. "Jared, the storm." My father raises his hand, dismissing her. "Isabella we are wolves, we can withstand some rain." I smile, happily. I loved to run even when I only shift half way. I couldn't wait for the opportunity to run again.