Game of Destiny – A Thrilling Tale of Power, Love & Fate

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Game of Destiny

Chapter 1

I walked over the grass, carrying a pile of wool blankets. We were selling up for tonight’s full moon celebrations. I love these monthly gatherings of the pack. We eat, laugh, tell stories of the pack’s history and of the gods‘. Then those that can shift will run in the woods. The rest of us, we stay behind and pretend we aren’t vious of the others. For eighteen years I have been part of the group who is left by the fire to watch the pups and make sure the fi stays in the firepit. It was getting old, I wanted my wolf to come to me, I wanted to prove I wasn’t a dud,

“Hi, pumpkin.” I turned toward the sound of my father and smiled. I had been out checking the woods together with the Alpha and Gamma in preparation for the night..

“Hi, dad,” I called as I placed the blankets down on a log and then took some of them and placed on other logs we used to sit on around the fire. They were more for coziness than for warmth, all werewolves ran hut. Even those like me who didn’t have a wolf. Tet. I added.

“Looking forward to tomorrow?” the Alpha Mark asked as he, Gamma Jonas and my father walked up to me.

“Kind of,” I said.

been all of their friends, had

Gamma

“What do you mean, kind of, green bean?” Gamma Jonas asked. He, my father and the Alpha were

te best f lives. No one had been surprised when Alpha Mark had named my father his Beta and Jonas his Gamma as he took over the running of the pack from his father. That had been years before me and my brother were born. We grew up with the Alpha and

Elder, was best friends with James, the Alpha’s son. Everyone expected best friends with Cindy, Gamma Jonas‘ daughter. But we didn’t get along at all. We just remained on friendly terms because

Turning eighteen is a big step,” dad said, placing his arm

be able to sense her mate and he will be able to identify her if

and both of

right. I was nervous about being able to sense my mate. But there was more. My wolf still hadn’t come to me, been able to shift and for each full moon that came and went 1 looked weaker in the eyes of other werewolves. You started to be able to shift between the age of sixteen and twenty–five. Everyone knew the younger you were when your wolf came, the stronger it) and therefore you, would be. James had shifted for the first time a month after turning sixteen, my brother seven months after his sixteenth birthday. Cindy had been a little over seventeen when she shifted. I was almost

wolf, are you, little one?” the Alpha asked. I nodded. We had had this conversation many times in the last two years. “Armeria Rose Winstone, two years is nothing he will come to you,” he said. I flinched as he used my full name. My mother has a thing for all things growing and has named her only two children after her favorite plants. My father didn’t object because he loves

Alpha,” I

are perfect, just the way you are, pumpkin,” my father said and kissed the

top of my

say that, you’re my

anything else, you tell us

Jonas,”

in place. I hated when people messed with my hair. It was hard to keep under control with its red curls at the best of times, but mess

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poof

will see you later tonight, little one,

and most highly thought of packs in the world. It’s a pride to all of As my father and his two friends continued their inspection, I got back to my tasks for the evening. Usually I would help my mother as she and some other women prepared the food. But I had been put on other duties and I’m guessing, and hoping, it’s because they are working on a surprise cake for my birthday. As I walked over to Sally, Jonas mate, to get information about which games she has been planning for the pups, I tried to remember that I’m lucky. I have a good family, I have good friends and a good pack. So what if I don’t have a wolf? Three out of four isn’t a bad thing, right? And if I found my mate and he loves me as mates do, then I have four out of five. That would be fantastic. Unless he rejects you because you don’t have a wolf, a small voice in my head lept saying. It’s like the voice is a broken record, playing over and over

the pack, was telling the story about how he had defeated a swarm of vampires. The number of vampires went up for each full moon. But we all loved listening to him telling the story. Most of the pack members were running in their wolf form in the surrounding forest. I still hadn’t felt the need to shift, so as usual I volunteered to watch the pups and keep an eye on the teenagers. It was just after midnight when the pack started to return. In groups or pairs they cane walking out of the woods, they were all smiling and looked

birthday, sweetie,” my

“Thank