Her Mate

Chapter 1 My bags are packed. I look around at the space I called home all of my youth. Part of me is thrilled to leave, while part of me is ready to break down into tears. Before I do, I call for an omega to help me with my bags. I am leaving today for college. This is something that is not common for young she wolves, especially an Alpha's daughter. For me it was no surprise when my parents approached me about further education away from the pack. It is sad to say but no one pays much attention to me as I am without a wolf. When I was a young shewolf, around age six, I was dosed with an overly large amount of wolfsbane. I had been shopping with my mom in an area that was flush with human folk. We had just finished up our shopping. As we exited to store to head to our car strange men came out of nowhere. I know now they were hunters, hunter’s there looking for my Luna. Hunters there to take my mother from me. Taking an Alpha's mate to kidnap or kill weakens an Alpha and his pack, for a mate is the other half of his soul and without a whole soul you are left broken. Unfortunately, every hunter knows this and these men were no different. They lunged at my mother and I. My mother went to shield me from the strange men. As she did, the hunter that was lunging with a needle to inject my mother missed grazing my mothers arm and injected me instead. This awful poison is meant to suppress one's wolf, but for a six year old to be injected with this awful poison is unheard of, knowing it could kill a pup instantly with a grown wolf sized dose. My body instantly writhed in pain. My mother screamed with me as I cried out. We got lucky, a local police officer saw the attack and scared off the hunters. He saved our lives. When my mother finally revealed me they found me limp in her arms. I was told her pain for me was excruciating. They said she yelled so loud you could hear her cries for miles. When they got me back to the pack doctor he tried his best to strip my system of the poison. It was no use and I stayed in a coma for six months before I saw light again. My mother fell into a deep depression during that time. She blamed herself for not protecting me. She was not to blame. She was outnumbered and at the time pregnant with my little brother. I never blamed her but she was never the same after the incident. Her depression only got worse when I turned 13 and no wolf arrived. Each year after my wolf did not show up my family slowly pulled away. I shake my head pulling myself from the memories. I do not want to recall how a once loving family was able to pull away and leave me to feel cold and lost in darkness. I jump at the knock at the door. Cinda the omega I called was there to help me. Even though I had no wolf I still had a great sense of smell and could mindlink those in the pack, but I never got the rapid healing as most wolves have. Don’t get me wrong I heal faster then the average human but still considerably slow compared to a wolf. Cinda helped me with my bags, taking them out to Mark who was waiting at the car for me. Mark is a Delta Warrior who has served my family for many years taking my Mother and Myself under his strong protection whenever my Father, his Beta or Gamma was not around. Ever since the incident Alpha never let any of us stray too far outside the pack’s borders. As I stood at the threshold looking back at the life I had. I see a flash of color racing in my direction. I’d know that streak of red hair anywhere. My Brother Bryson comes hollering down the stairs. “Wait for me!” He called as he ran down the stairs to hug me. My baby brother, my saving grace, still protects me with his life. It was as if his soul depended on it. Bryson, in his own backwards feelings, felt I had protected him and our mother from the hunters, even though it was the farthest thing from the truth. It was simply an accident that I was stabbed by the deadly needle. Bryson loves me dearly and I would not be as strong as I am today without him. He helped me train to fight secretly. As a young boy at age nine started to train me to fight. He was stronger than myself at fifteen with no wolf and he knew I needed to know how to protect myself. So he helped me even though it was not sanctioned by our father. Even then Bryson knew that I would have to train harder than any other females, as I am more vulnerable without a wolf. Bryson had just turned thirteen, as all the other wolf folk, he gained his wolf and is now immensely strong. My bones felt crushed as he hugged me. “Goodbye Bryce. I love you.” “Hey, don’t be so sad Sis. I will visit when Father lets me.” “Thanks Bryce, but you know a future Alpha cannot be running about when he should be studying and training.” “Come on Sis, don't quote Alpha right now.” I shrug my shoulders and dive in for one last hug. He waved farewell to me as I walked towards the black sedan. Bryson knows very well Father will not let him visit me. My father hopes that by educating me further that I may become of some use to our pack. From what I can tell he is not holding his breath. For a direct descendant of an alpha with no wolf has never been found to be a useful asset. I take one last look back at my old home, wave goodbye and get into the dark sedan. I wonder what will come of me and on my new adventure.