Chosen By The Moon

I waited, and I waited patiently for someone to come. All the while I stared at the body of the girl I had held so lovingly the night before, and felt nothing. The only person I could ever hold affection for, would be my future mate, and she would never be as pathetic as this wolf was, she didn't even attempt to struggle...

Actually, looking at the scene in front of me, there were no signs of struggle at all. It wouldn't make any sense for me to claim a hunters attack, when it was clear a fight didn't even break out.

I shifted quickly, and pawed at the dirt below me. Creating tufts and skid marks to show signs of a scuffle. While I was doing so, I heard a growl of pain from the distance, Lewis instantly sprung to mind and I shifted back. I knelt down and pulled the body of Iliana onto my knee, breathing through the burning that took over my arms.

I had to at least make it seem like I was devastated.

"Lewis..." I called out and watched as he came into view, charging up the grass and over to me. "I'm..."

were out, his

was more effective than

"My father was right..." I played on my sorrow, manipulating the situation once again to have

nodded my head forcing tears to gather in my

wolf looking even larger and much more intimidating

to believe that this man wasn't even alpha born. Sure his grandfather was, but it was his unele who inherited the title, and then his cousina year or so ago. For a man with such

were born of alphas, and the men had the