Beautiful Mate

*The Start*

Ashley Marie Lockheart, who was a short, stout three-year-old little girl with the biggest blue eyes and the sweetest smile with red hair, lived with her mom (Mary Ann Lockheart), who was short and skinny with black hair and brown eyes, her father (Dale Thomas Lockheart), who was, average built for a man with a few wrinkles and brown hair with blue eyes, and her older brother Paul Matthew Lockheart who was 16 years old, he was tall about 5"10' and was weighing about 110 nothing but muscle. Paul had blue eyes just like his sister, but had his mother's raven red hair. Ashley and her brother were always close, even with a 13-year age gap, which was because her mother and father were teen parents. But they were close because her father was always away at "work", as he called it. Her energy and bubbly personality always kept her mother and brother on their toes. One night, Ashley's father came in rushing with blood all over him. Paul was sitting at the table with the small 3-year-old who was eating carrots and giggling. "We need to get out of here now!" Her father's voice boomed, which made Ashley jump and her bottom lip poke out as she looked like she was about to cry. She hated being screamed at and thought everyone should use calm voices, but tonight was not the night. Dale, had killed a werewolf. A Luna and had already been told by his captain to leave before him and his family were found. Paul, who was already 16 and began working out, was slightly concerned. He had heard what his father did and figured it was just a hunting trip like all the rest.



Ashley was now 18 and was coming back to Virginia. She had been moving around the world, from Germany to Italy, and around England. Because of who she really was and her family. She had kept secrets and even lied, but it was all to keep everyone safe. She wasn't sure what brought her to come back to the States. She hadn't been there since she was 3 years old, and she witnessed something unspeakable. Even now, she didn't dare talk about it to anyone. Because, honestly, who would believe her? Werewolves were real! Not some fairy-tale, made-up, number 1 book-selling topic. But, they were real, real, as in an animalistic human that could rip a head off of someone within a matter of moments, seconds, maybe in a blink of an eye.

What Ashley witnessed that day when she was 3 was her parents' death. She was placed into a witness protection program along with her older brother Paul. She could still hear the screams of her mother and father. From that night and every night since. Luckily, her brother was 16 years old and knew how to get out of the campground they were staying in. But, no family would help them except an uncle that lived in Germany they had never met. Most of that day is a blur, except the fact that werewolves were real. That is what had killed her parents, leaving them alone, scared, and confused. Did that many other creatures could be around too? Vampires? Ghost? Witches?

Even though her uncle tried to help, there wasn't much he could do. People would pick at the siblings, mock them and even make horrible howling sounds at them whenever they walked by. One girl even told Ashley that she was the reason that her parents died. She didn't understand what they meant and never really thought anything of it. Paul always seemed to get people to walk away. That was until he left to go to the Marines and left her alone for a couple of years. The howling soon stopped but not the harassment of her weight, her height, Paul being gone and people asking if she had him killed too. Until one day, her uncle had enough, and moved to Italy. She begged not to move because Paul needed them, but her uncle didn't listen and was basically just tired of her coming home crying. Family member of the year, right?

This time was going to be different. Although she was nervous and wanted her brother to stay with her, she knew he had other places to be. But something deep down knew she would be just fine. She was somehow safe without having anyone with her. Even though she wasn't ready to lose her brother and be on her own, she knew it was time, he had wasted so many years on just her and keeping her safe, taking care of her and being the father neither one of them had. Paul had to grow up quickly just for her.

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Brayden was 4 years old when his mother was killed by a hunter. The once cheerful, bright, smart child turned into a reckless, heartless werewolf. His tan-skin-skin-build with green eyes turned into a muscular, tattooed, tan-skinned young man with the devil in his eyes. After the death of his mother Sarah, he watched his father go almost rogue, luckily Brayden was around and able to help. The pack had lost a bright and caring Luna and he lost a mother, and his father lost his beautiful, loving mate. Brayden swore revenge would happen, if it was the last thing he did. Luckily, he had his best friend, Jaden Allen Watson.

Brayden had lived in the same place his whole life, he was never able to travel due to his father's (Frank ) responsibility for the pack. Brayden was the son of an alpha and would soon take the same tasks on, but luckily his father did allow him to live his life just enough to not go crazy. Brayden had learned at a young age to always be proper, have manners, and be a good boy, if not for anything. For his mother, Sarah. To be honest, he was kind of aggressive towards humans. Most of them in the parts where he lived knew about them but didn't bother them, or they were hunters and would try to take him and his pack out whenever possible. Most of the time it ended in a bloodbath, but he was always clean by the time he returned home.

Brayden did go to a few parties in the state to see if he could ever find his mate. A mate was one thing werewolves couldn't live without. He had watched multiple males turn into love sick puppies over their mates. Like Jaden, his best friend and beta. Jaden was a few inches shorter than Brayden but just as toned with a dark skin color. He met Willow when he was 16 and never let her out of his sight. Willow was a beautiful woman who had curves for days and loved to show them off, which also got the attention of her mate. Willow was very straight forward and spoke her mind most of the time and whatever she wouldn't say Jaden would. Jaden would only listen to the reigning alpha or Brayden and his mate, but Brayden knew it had to do with losing both of his parents at the age of 4. Everyone else had a better chance talking to a wall to get a point across. But, when Willow came, he saw something change in his beta, a light-hearted side of him began showing and soon enough. He finally calmed down. Jaden had marked Willow when they were 18 years old, right out of high school.

Brayden had always had an eventful life with hunters attacking, but other than that he didn't know much else. His mother had been killed by a hunter when he was 4 years old, and he almost like his father because of it. For a couple of years, Beta Oliver, who was his grandpa, had to step back up into place and handle business, along with raising a 4-year-old who had just lost both parents, basically. His grandfather was about 65 years old, but looked like he was in his 20s. Which shocked everyone. When Brayden's father came back he had snapped about losing his mate, and soon remembered he had a son to look after, and he did just that. Frank soon took back over the alpha position once the council deemed him fit.

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Poem by "JayJaeWolf called wolf-walker"

A wolf doesn't choose his wolf-walker.

He can't help being drawn to her side;

There's a tiny place in his brain and hers

Which seeks the others mind.

It's a need, a desire, a hunger in both,

An addiction that pulls like a chain,

It resonates between you like the sun,

Blinding and swamping your mind.

Like the wind raising and falling, falling,

Like the pack song calling, calling,

It binds you like two halves of a knot,

that cannot be undone.