I, Silas Edger, will never find the right woman. The soft spoken, submissive type woman that appealed to me before, no longer existed. Since I involuntarily became a werewolf two years ago, my hopes and dreams of being a husband and father crumbled to pieces. Not only did I need to find a wife, but also someone who wouldn’t freak out when she found out I was a shifter.
During a meeting of the minds as I called it, a wolf-pack meeting, Damon, our Alpha, called me out on being one of the last lonely wolves. All the others found their mates and in our pack, we had two years and three days to find her or be killed. I looked over at my competitor, Bruck, who seemed very confident and worriless.
Unfortunately, I didn’t anticipate the next phase, like Bruck.
“Silas and Bruck, I’d like your attention.” Damon stood before us on a dark wooden podium. “You two are last and have three days to find your mates. This is very serious and I suggest you hunt immediately or suffer the consequences. That being said, we will reconvene in three days at midnight to get your status.”
Both of us nodded to him while being stared at like class clowns.
“Dismissed.” Damon stepped down and walked over to me.
“Sir.” I stood straight and bowed my chest out of respect for my leader.
“I have faith in you, Silas. I know you will find her, just follow your heart.”
That sounded easier said than done. “Yes Sir.” With all my inner being, I hoped he was right.
Bruck stepped up to me. “What did he say?”
I didn’t plan to tell him. If the Alpha wanted Bruck to know, he would’ve addressed him and not me.
“Nothing. He just wished me luck.”
“He didn’t wish me any luck.” Bruck seemed miffed. “I guess you’re the favorite.”
“So, are you heading out to hunt?” I ignored the comment and tried to change the subject, and it wouldn’t hurt for me to know Bruck’s plan.
“Not tonight. I got plans and it involves a lot of pussy!”
I rolled my eyes. Bruck was a player and I truly worried for his life. He didn’t take the Alpha’s orders seriously. Being the youngest of our pack, I knew Bruck would struggle the most. His wild oats were the only thing he thought about.
Not bothering with a speech, I just smiled at him. “Good luck, my man.”
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