We are made for each other

LUCY'S POV I woke up extra early this morning, because I wanted to go on a run before training. My dad, the Alpha Luc whom I was named after, usually started at 6:00. It was now 5:15. I did not bother getting dressed, I just put my workout clothes in a bag and threw it out the window before jumping out after it and shifting mid-air. My furr was white as snow, just like my dad, and since it was winter, the snow perfectly camouflaged me. I was not supposed to go on runs before training, but I loved the fresh air and I loved to get my blood pumping alone. I was good on my own. Although we are a pack, the other wolves know that I am pretty private and like to keep to myself. I used to sneak out. Now it did not really matter if anyone saw me. They knew I could protect myself and I would never go beyond out borders. So the camouflage thing was nice when I was little, but now it did not really matter. I have always been a daddy's girl. Trying to please him. So if hé heard, he would not be happy about it, but at least I had a good warm-up. After my run through the forrest, I got my clothes out of my bag and went to the training area. "There you are! Were you sneaking out again? You did not come out of the front door!" said my best friend Katie when I walked up to her. I said: "How would you know? Or were you secretly watching our door to see Mike?". Mike is the Bèta's son and secret crush of Katie. They would both be turning 18 in 2 months time. Katie was secretly wishing that they would find out they were mates, since werewolves can only know once they are 18. Katie blushed my question away and started talking about the party my parents were having to celebrate the peace between the packs. "Are you wearing that green dress tonight?" she asked me. "I was not really planning on going" I told her. "But who else could be my wingwoman? And don't say Lilly because she would only try to steel Mike away" she said. She made a point for her case. Lilly was also an omega, already 18 years old, not yet able to find her mate, but one who really tried to seduce everything and everyone to become more powerfull within the pack. She had tried and tried again to get Mike into her bed, but so far to no avail. I was also 18 years old since last week, but also I had not yet found my mate. So he was not a part of our pack. I responded: "Maybe I need a wingwoman, I haven't found my mate yet and tonight he could be there". Oh no. My dad had heard that last bit with his wolf hearing and while coming over shouted: "You are too important to keep yourself buisy with lovesick dreams. There is a bigger plan for you. You need to get that. Now get to training. First three laps on the obstacle course". Katie, me and the other wolves started to run. I was first to arrive on the finish line, as per usual. But for my dad it was never enough. He wanted me to be stronger, faster and without any distractions in my head, focused at the task at hand. "50 burpees and 20 pull ups. Gogogo." he shouted with his Alpha voice. He was mad at me for what I'd said and now everyone was suffering for it. I did not even really wanted to find my mate. It would be a weakness that I could not yet deal with, besides I preferred being alone. Katie was nice for a few hours, but I could not possibly send my mate out when I wanted to have some privacy. "Now start sparring. I want you all to try some new combinations and once you've mastered them. Try to fight blindfolded. Lucy, you'll spar with my Bèta George." he said with a normal voice. I could defeat George pretty easily by now, but that was because I was a mature Alpha now and I did not let any distractions in my head. I used to have training sessions with him when sparring wasn't as much fun as it is now. One time he broke my nose. My dad set it straight and told me it would only make me tougher. He was right, but I still thanked the moon goddess for fast healing abilities, because it hurt like hell. George now tried to take me down, but I used his force against him. I was already blindfolded, but I could smell him and when he lunged out. I jumped to get on top of him and with my weight in the right place, while he was moving forward and expecting to land a punch, he fell down. Only to turn quickly and move me under him. I had expected this and slid even further and got back up. With a good placed kick I knocked him out. I could smell from where he was breathing. My father said while I removed the blindfold: "Not bad, but you could have been better. Try not to get under him at all. You should have jumped away earlier while he went down or already had a headlock or armlock ready". I knew he had a point so I did not argue with him. I just did not like that I could never do it perfectly in his eyes.