The Rejected Latent Wolf

I was dropped off at the edge of the pack land when I was just turning one. I don’t really remember the day, but I do recall the fear. Fear and agony rippled through my small form, making me feel as though something terrible had happened. A sense of helplessness that had wounded my heart.

I am aware of what they said. I was informed that I was not wanted. They remarked that I was fortunate to have found such a kind group when I did. They informed me that I had become one of them.

In the first few weeks, I was moved into a pack family that included two kids, a daughter named Lyall and a son named Remus, as well as their parents. Lyall was noticeably seven years older than her brother and unmistakably resembled her mother. When I got there, the boy was just fourteen months old.

I was informed of the fundamental details they had discovered about me. One of those days happened to be my birthday, and I felt relieved to have retained some of myself.

I developed a close relationship with my adoptive brother throughout the years. Due to our ages being so similar, we would pretend to be twins in front of our classmates, who would fall for it. Saying that we were twins seemed far more natural than discussing my predicament in detail, which I was already forbidden from doing. My adoptive sister Lyall, however, was a different story; I don’t believe she ever found it in her heart to accept me, which affected my sense of self-worth, particularly given that I am a werewolf.

I was discouraged because werewolves are known to strive for approval and to belong to the pack. This is why rogues were typically emotionless. Although some of them were, as I was told, just pure evil, they sealed out their wolves’ feelings to prevent the sense of rejection.

However, a few years later, when I was about five years old, my adoptive parents died in a fire, increasing the distance between Lyall and I, whilst Remus experienced the exact reverse. Remus and I rapidly became close, whilst Lyall quickly became distant.

Lyall left to work as a pack doctor for the Peak Pack some three years later. Although she was only fifteen, she had diligently studied throughout the years she spent keeping us at a distance in order to one-day leave and lead a better life far from her actual problems. I was aware that she believed my actions contributed to the passing of “our” parents, but she would never admit it.

I resisted letting her leave. I had read two accounts of the Peak Pack and knew how vicious they actually were. She didn’t like me much, but even so, I still had concern for her welfare. I had heard that the previous pack doctor had been killed because he was unable to save a warrior—a life for a life. The pack apparently has never been this way, but the kingdom has darkened with the death of the King and Queen, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it all.

Remus, “my” brother, found his partner after he turned eighteen. a beautiful young lady who was a Beta’s daughter. The Beta was happy to see his daughter mate with Remus because, of course, he also had a son. I was just ecstatic that Remus was content. It caused me to think about my partner.

He would be who?

What would be his title?

What if he is a criminal?

But despite everything, I was still certain that I would adore him. Whether he was an omega or a rogue doesn’t matter to me. If I had Jacob Gonzalez, who is still just four years old, I wouldn’t even mine. Considering if this was my mate, I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t ever refuse the one who the Moon Goddess had determined I should be with.

I frequently considered my wolf as well. Contrary to popular belief, males do not experience their wolf any earlier than women do. It serves only to boost men’s sense of superiority. Women underwent a transition at the age of eighteen, just like men. I’d be concerned about my wolf, just like my mate.

What name would she go by?

What is her age?

Does she like me?

The final query caused my body to become a nervous wreck as I pondered it for hours. Remus had always made an effort to talk to me about the problem and explain that the wolves could never hate their human, but my anxiety remained unreasonably high.