what was it about him that made my wolf come alive. I kept replaying the moment in my head. W

ooking into my eyes? Perhaps he thought I was a small child wh

e was slightly crooked, a result of not listening to the Alpha when he told me not to go into the forest. I had disobeyed him, and he puni

twenty-year-old girl in her bed with butterflies in her stomach and star dust in her veins obsessing over a man who will leave the pack in two weeks and probably disappear into the wild. Where he'll meet a beautiful mate and have a beautif

home, a place where I could grow and make friends and have a family. However, they did not want me. They made that really clear when they practically accepted everyone into the pack except for me. They were quite co

largest room aside from the living area. It was all to it was all white with two large French windows, the large island was in the middle of it all. Making the room homey in a way. I enjoyed my time in the kitchen, it was f

d laughter rang through. I had snuck slowly into the kitchen to not bring to attention my presence. The Lunas' fir

daughter, both her brothers were Alphas and Betas in different packs. Her father even got promoted to be an advisor to the king a few weeks back, the woman sure did like to brag. But she was also nosy and an unbearable snob. She found all werewolves to be underneath her. She wasn't satisfied with being an Alphas' wife, so she wanted to be the 'who's who' of shifter society. As a result, we had guests coming in and out of the pack ev

terms with the fact that they were not going to bed soon and that I'd have to rush my cleaning fo

ight as we

my favorite thing was ice-cream. I don't think there's a human or shifter in the world that can resist the sweet taste of chocolate i

inally decided to cut the party short and go to sleep, finally. By the time my bowl was half empty, there was no one on the lower level and silence had fallen on the pack hou

counter in fright. I hadn't been alone. In the e

empty island stool next to me as I stood up and made my way to the other side of the counter to see what I could make for the hungry wolf. I snuck a peak at him and noticed that he had indeed taken a seat and was looking at me, I felt his gaze on me. Not savage or predatory but curio

o him, and he stopped fiddling and g

I reached out and pulled the now melting ice-cream bowl t

than most of the werewolves here, for werewolves they're height ranges from around five to five nine, that as considered the norm for shifters in generals except for bear shifters and Lycans their breed was diffe

hly staring back, a felt my neck growing hot and, for the first time in my life, I regretted not w

e dishes I had left undone to pursue my ice-cream desires and proceeded to wash them. It was then that I heard the island stool cr

it on him, yesterday's scent, it was faint on him, but it was there. I stared at him as he slowly w

I bit my tongue, and he left I will not let myself be filled with absurd longings, first the smell and then the mystery man. It is better if I choose one, and I much prefer Mr. Snowman, he is after all tangible. The stray thoug