Mine

Prologue

Every werewolf knows that when they turn 18, and come of age, they find their mate. Their soulmate. Their one and only true love. Their perfect match.

My mother used to tell me that one day I'd find my mate. That one day, I'd find the perfect guy. That he'd sweep me off my feet and take me away and we'd live happily ever after. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen in the real world.

I was 8 when my mother died. My mum and I were part of the Golden Moon pack. We were happy and content, despite having lost my father only a year earlier. What my mother neglected to tell me and what I didn't realise, is that once fully mated, a werewolf can't survive for longer than a year without its mate. I woke up the day of my eight birthday, but instead of finding my mother waiting to celebrate, I found her body lying on my bedroom floor.

At only 8, I had lost my mother and my father. To make matters worse, the alpha of Golden Moon despised me as I constantly beat his daughter, Priscilla, in sport and academics at school, and as soon as I was orphaned, I was banished from the pack.

A werewolf without a pack is a rogue. Its a dangerous and hard life. There is never a safe place to call home, never enough food for a decent meal, never somewhere to sleep at night. Most full grown wolves struggle to survive as rogues. And yet, I was only 8. My chances were slim to none.

Somehow, I survived. To this day, I don't know how I made it.

I don't know what year it is, what the date is. I don't know how old I am. Hell, I don't even know what I look like. Years and years of laying low, staying out of sight and rarely having the chance to wash caused a build up of dirt and dust on my skin and my hair to become matted and dirty. The only thing I really remember, and know for sure, is my name.

I cling onto the hope that one day, I'll find my mate. My soulmate. And that he'll love me forever and whisk me away from the life I'm living. But I know that won't happen. These are just silly dreams. Before I was banished from the pack, these dreams could have been a reality. But not anymore. No one wants a rogue for a mate.

And so I just continue my miserable existence, living in the forests that divide different packs territories. Deep down inside me, I know that I can't keep living off berries and nut I find, and drinking from puddles. I'm not going to last much longer. And the worst part is, when I die, there's nobody left to care.

My name is Kyra, and this is my story.