Mates (bxb) Book one of the Mates series

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~chapter one~

(Ash's pov)

I love it when my mom tells me the story of the night they found out what I really was: a werewolf. It went like this...

I had just turned two years old a few days ago. It was around eight at night and I had been put to bed. I was in a crib still, but my dad was planing on getting me my first 'big boy' bed soon. Everything seemed just fine until my older brother, Royce, who was four at the time, came trudging up the stairs ready to go to bed. We shared a room at the time, and when he turned on the light and went over to my crib when he heard whimpering, he was meat with a tiny white furred wolf pup. He had screamed and ran down the stairs to get mom and dad. At first they just thought Royce was playing a joke on them, so they just chuckled and fallowed my brother as he pulled them to our room. When they saw the little white wolf clawing at the crib bars and whimpering, my mom had screamed and panicked, looking around for me, while my dad actually passed out (according to my mom). It was only when I shift again a few minutes latter into their tiny two year old Ash that they finally realized what I was.

My mom said it took them a while to cope, but soon they were able to keep up with their ever shifting little boy. Royce was always playing with me, taking me out side to play fetch or run around the yard. My dad learned how to groom, and he groomed my wolf form and helped my mom teach me as much as they could about werewolfs. Ofcorse, most of the stuff they read on the Internet or in books were lies. I wasn't allergic to silver or shifted into this human like being with fur covering my body or anything stupid like that. I did, however, heal a lot faster then humans, and my saliva could close an open wound, like a cut or scrap. I've healed Royce a thousand times.

By the time I had turned four I had my shifting under control, and my parents were relieved because I would be starting kindergarten when I turned five in June; but for a while, they wondered if they should home school me. My mom was a fifth grade teacher and she could do it, but she had her job to tend to. They decided to take me to school, but there were two rules I had to forever fallow...

1) never shift in public, meaning: school, at parks, in the store, ect.

And

2) never tell anyone about being a werewolf; not even as a joke.

I fallowed these rules like my life depended on it, because it did. There were times when I let very small actions revile my k-nine attitude, growling at people being on of my biggest mishaps. But I've also done little stupid things when I was little, like crawling around the playground fallowing scents, or yelling at other kids because they were being too loud and hurting my sensitive ears. I was given long talks about these actions from my parents, and I try my hardest not to show my k-nine side, but sometimes I just can't help it. Soon, in school, I was considered a freak and was started to be teased and picked on. Happily, Royce was there to stand up for me.

Despite me being the werewolf, Royce was like ten times the size of me. He should be the werewolf with all his muscles and his charming looks. But I wasn't jealous, much at least. He was my older brother and I loved him. Although I sometime wished I had his flowing honey colored hair and bright baby blue eyes with the tall lean body, I still loved him. I mean my bleach blond hair and golden brown eyes with my thin 5'10" frame was good and all, but still, I wished.

I'm starting to wonder though: am I the only werewolf left? Why haven't I ever ran into another person who smells like me? Why are the only wolfs I see are the ones in the woods behind my house; and those are real wolfs, like the animal kind of wolf. Is that why I have a human family and not a werewolf family? I loved my family, don't get me wrong, but I still wondered. Is it just...me?

This is my life so far. I'm happy with it. I'm fifteen right now and about to turn sixteen in like a week or so and I'm so excited. Dad keeps telling me it's going to be the best birthday yet and I can't wait. So this is me, Ash Dickerson. Other then being a werewolf, I'm just like any other teen. This is me.

(Ulric's pov)

My life was absolutely pathetic. I was a sorry excuse as a son, and a sorry excuse for a future alpha. I was almost nineteen years old, and I still haven't found my mate. If I didn't find her soon, then my father would pass down the position to my younger brother, who had already found his mate. I had until I was twenty.

I was next in line to be alpha in the Red Oak pack, one of the largest werewolf packs in the nation. I was one of the strongest wolfs in the pack, too. I was also very honored because my wolf was pure black, something very rare and blessed by the moon god. A white wolf was blessed by the moon goddess, and that's what I was looking for. A beautiful white wolf. A white wolf had to be my mate.

I didn't think I had much of a life so far. My mother was dead (putting it plainly), my uncle hated me for no apparent reason, my brother liked to rub that he has a mate in my face, and my father looked lowly at me. It wasn't a life to be proud of, that's for sure. It's better then no life at all, yes, but still. It didn't help that everyone seemed to fear me because of my anger. I can snap like a twig fast then you can say 'oh no' if you were just bothering me.

I didn't do much ether, now that I had graduated from school. I just sat around the house or lazed around out side in the sun. I went hunting every once in a while with the other pack members, too. I know I should be looking for my mate, but I've gone through every girl that wasn't claimed in the pack, and every girl in school. I've even gone and spent a month in each neighboring pack hoping I'd find her! This was starting to get ridicules.

I was tired of looking, but I wanted to look all the more. I wanted to find my mate, not just because if I did then I would become alpha, but because I wanted her here with me. Who knows what could be happening to her! What if she was being hurt and I wasn't there to protect her? Or what if she died before I ever found her?! Just thinking about it gets me worked up; angry and upset at the same time.

This is how I'm living now, and personally, it sucks. My nineteenth birthday is coming up and if I could find my mate on that day, it would be the greatest birthday ever. Everything will be ok as soon as I found my mate, and that's what I was going to do with my life for now. I'll look.