(303 words)

Werewolves

Mate.

Casey has been waiting for years for her Mate. It's been three years she aged 18. Oh how excited she was to turn 18! She waited and waited. Her friends,all of them, found their mate in their own pack.

Night wood pack.

She sighs, thinking her mate may live on the other part of the world. When he will come? At the time of her death? Death is only a mile away. The neighboring pack can attack anytime. To take possession of their territory.

And they strike.

With all their fighter wolves. Being an amazing fighter herself Casey fights for her pack.

Days after days.

Is there any chance that her mate is on the enemy pack? No. He can't be.

Then one day, when she is fighting, she smells a beautiful scent. A minty smell. The smell is calling her. The wolf inside her howls to get near the smell. She rips apart the wolf in front of her and approaches. More wolves come in her way. She can't stop now. She won't stop now. She keeps tearing them apart.

And finally she reaches there. The smell is so strong around the place. She sees a wolf tearing another from her own pack. His golden fur is shining in the golden sun.
He turns. Slowly moving his head towards her. To kill her.

Before he can realize she is from the enemy pack, he has realized that she is his.

His.
A part of him.

Both of them shift.

He holds out his hand. She takes it without hesitation. The electricity flows in her veins.

Then they run.

Where there will be on enemy to fight with. No one to tear their throat apart. No one take themselves away from each other.

They start their endless journey.

Of love.

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Author's note:

Hi. It is my first book. I am trying to write short stories. Hope you read them and appreciate.

Favorite lyrics: "Darling just hold my hand. Be my girl I'll be your man" - Perfect ( Ed Sheeran)