AHOTE
It's been two nights since the hunting team left. I've progressed from worrying about Alex to simply believing things were going well. The hunters would be back before dusk, and I could see Alek and analyze the situation myself.
Hunters aside, something more interesting was going on in the pack grounds. No, not regarding the elders finally getting an appeal at the local court regarding the government's decision to move the reserve. It was something much more mundane
Our mail was here.
Every month someone went into town and collected things our mail from the post office. Outsiders weren't allowed to come too close to the reserve, so it wasn't like a postman or delivery man could just waltz into the compound.
I sat by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in my hands as I watched people head in and out to show the other pack members what they had received. The wolves that lived outside our pack were very much still members. Writing someone off as being packless was something the pack elders rarely decided to do, and that meant that sometimes members chose to live outside the pack, or they chose to attend formal schooling out of state. Schooling here was out of the question since we weren't allowed to mix with the people within our little town in order to protect ourselves. They'd be nothing worse than a witch hunt happening over one of the cubs mentioning something strange if they went to school.
"What is that?" I asked when I say Aponi walk into the kitchen with a grin on her face. She was looking at something she had hidden behind the envelope wrapping.
She looked up with wide eyes, shaking her head before looking back at what she had in her hands. A lot of the older omega women that worked side by side with me had children in university, and the younger ones like Aponi who was just thirty usually had their mates decide to work out of town to save up for their future children. It was a new craze — sending young wolves off to college that is.
"Come on, tell me," I insisted when Aponi didn't answer me. I got up from my stool before walking up behind her. She turned her head just enough to see me, and I smiled at her.
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Siberian Wolf | ✓
WerewolfNot everyone has a mate, and this is the reality of Alek Kuznetsov. On his eighteenth birthday instead of feeling the pull and yearning for a mate, Alek's spirit felt dead. Confusion and depression drove him out of his Siberian wolf clan to seek so...