The Luna’s last chance for love

*Lea* Running, I see the flash of a tail a head. I must keep going, I have to catch him. I hear the howl of the hunt behind me and they are gaining me, push Lea push! He is there I can almost see him now. His scent is pushing me to catch him, it’s familiar to me though I don’t know why. Mate! “Lea breakfast” I groan as I awake from the dream, lying there I can almost still feel the chase in my bones. The dream came again last night, I don’t know why but it feels important. Since my father died two years ago the pack is in my hands and until I find my mate I am the Luna not Alpha of the Forever moon pack. It’s a constant reminder that I have yet to find my mate. I have my friends but since the loss of my mother and then a few years later my father I feel like a part of me is missing. I get up constantly thinking about the recurring dream, it started the night after my father passed and I don’t understand. Is it a message from the moon goddess or my own subconscious telling me I need my mate. Another knock on the door, “ seriously Lea you better be up, we need to get going”. Hannah is my beta and she found her mate like most when she turned 21, he was a warrior in our pack and dotes on her endlessly. I can’t help but feel envious when I see mates together, I want someone who loves me unconditionally and not just for my power. I shake the feeling away and head downstairs, the pack house is always full in the mornings it’s my favourite time of day. As I head into the dining room pups swarm around me as I take my seat at the head table. Hannah sits down next to me, “you had the dream again didn’t you”. I didn’t answer instead piling my plate with pancakes and bacon, Jane our head cook is one of the pack elders and is in charge of feeding those of us who live in the pack house. “Seriously Lea I’m worried about you, it’s time to leave the pack land and rejoin the world” Hannah says worry etched into her face as she looks at me. I can’t help it, I grew up being told how valuable I was and how dangerous I could be. I am a white wolf, blessed by the moon goddess and since my father died I am the last white wolf. The power or curse depending on how you see it, as a white wolf I have certain abilities that normal werewolves do not. I have the ability to heal not only myself but members of my pack as well, I can also match most grown alphas with my strength and speed. However the reason the white wolves were hunted into almost extinction is because we can control the elements. My father could control water and his mother before him was able to adapt and use fire. When I was 5 and my own powers awoke it was found I could control not just one of the elements but all of them. Apparently it was for this reason I was hidden away, kept safe my father use to say because he said others would be frightened or jealous of me. I wanted to much when I was younger to be free but now I understand my father’s fears. Two years ago a pack a rogues lead by their chosen alpha attacked our pack hoping to finally wipe out the last of the white wolves. They failed and ran but my father was badly injured and died within the week. So now the pack is mine, I have to protect it, it’s my father’s legacy.