Fate Of The Mates

Final preparations for the Day of the Moon celebration were being out in place. I strode through the pack grounds doing a quick sweep. I spotted my best friend moving towards me waving his hands.

He caught up to me and fist bumped me.

"Markus come with me." He said pulling me towards him I stood in place and gave a stupid look did he forget I was on duty?

"Caleb with all due respect I'm working right now." I released myself from his grip and started moving away from him. I knew he was up to no good. Caleb was never up to any good.

"I need help to get away from Vivian---I shrugged--- she won't let me breathe." He pleaded with me. He got himself in trouble with her I had warned him beforehand.

I gave him a condescending look as I started to speak "you're Alpha to be and you can't even ward off someone like Vivian." He shot me one of his sly grin. Of course Caleb could ward her off but he didn't want to. He could be a royal prick.

"Sod off." I walked farther away from him. I knew I had him off my back for a little while.

I went to sit at a spot where I could see everything that was happening. This field had been cleared of all shurbs and weeds. Chairs and tables had also been arraigned so it could host three hundred and seventy-nine werewolves.

My second in command Anne had come to give me her scouting reports I knew by how she was looking everywhere for me. She didn't need to look much cause as a warrior her eyesight had been trained to be able to percieve whoever she was looking for in a matter of minutes. I nodded at her when she caught my gaze.

When she got to where I was seated and gave a salute I returned it with nod of my head.

"Boss, we've swept every perimeter of the pack grounds and it is in the clear."

She reported maintaining her stoic posture. Anne had always been my favourite fighter because of how good she I. She never flaunts orders and knows what to do. That's why she was my second in command. If I ever left the pack military she'd takeover from me.

"Good." I said as I continued watching over things. We were experiencing a year of peace. No loss of werewolves this year, werepups were being born in many and our harvest was flourishing it was almost too good to be true. I was just happy that my people were enjoying a time of peace.

Fights usually broke out amongst packs every now and then, causing loss of lives and properties. But since this year we've not experienced one loss just an endless string of blessings.

"This quietness is too good to be true." Anne spoke up. I looked at her as she looked at me back. I understood her perfectly well.

"Well, let's enjoy it while it lasts." I commented folding my hands against my chest.

"I have a feeling things are going to go bad real soon. It's a nagging feeling in the out of my stomach and I can also feel it at the tip of my tongue." I faced her squarely now.

Not everyone was gifted as a wolf. Originally all wolves had the sight of premonition. But as we grew in numbers, we evolved leaving most of us with a gut feeling that was too right, some with visions that went as fats as they came, some with dreams and a very few with the sight of premonition. Anne was among the first few, those with gut feelings which were so damned right.

"Or maybe you're just scared that you'll meet your mate soon." I winked at her. A blush appeared on her face as she faced downwards.

"Now your fingers are interesting Anne? You're such a girl. You're so tough but at thr mention of a mate you turn tomato red." She was getting redder by the minute. I let out a low laugh. What was it with all the females and getting extremely shy and blushy when the subject of a mate was brought up.

My little sister kicked me in the family jewels when I made mention of a mate to her. Speaking of the devil, I hadn't seen her all day and we were supposed to go home together. So we could stop at the farmers market and pick up some fresh fruits and vegetables for tomorrow's dinner.

"Anne, have you seen my sister today?" I asked her when she was done with her blushing episode. Her face was back to that of a fighter. She just shrugged at me.

It's funny how my sister, Selene, and Anne went from bestfriends one day to bitter rivals the next.