(This is the main character, Vixen! <3)
~Vixen's P.O.V~
I yawned and stretched luxuriously as the savory scent of bacon filled my room.
"Vix!"
I heard my mom call my name as I yawned. "Vixen! Time to get up! You're wasting your day!"
I grumbled loudly. My pack was waiting for me, and I was being a pretty lousy Luna for staying in bed.
I couldn't help it... I was rejected as a mate just a few months ago, and I hadn't gotten over it.
The man who was supposed to love me forever never marked me, nor did he really care about my well-being.
The thought of him made my face twist in disgust.
I guess he never really knew about us... A voice whispered. I growled and recognized it immediately.
There is no "us" Bruno. I could practically hear him whine through mind link. There never was and never will be. I know my mate...
Bruno is a werewolf who seems to think he and I were destined to be mates. I am not convinced, because I've already met my mate. But it's complicated with him right now...
Luna, I can sense something big coming into our territory. The Beta informs me about any predictable attacks or urgencies.
I'm on my way. Which quadrant is the threat located..? I quickly shot up from my bed and threw on black pants with a hole in the knee and a yellow, flowing top.
I grabbed a piece of bacon on the way out of the house.
"Emergency! I'll be back after a while, mom!" As I shut the door behind me, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Something wasn't right.
Luna, I believe it is the Howler Clan... The East Quadrant. They don't seem too happy with us. The Beta's voice trembled in my mind.
I growled. Gather your best wolves. This might get ugly...
Yes, Luna.
My wolf, Amber, clawed in my chest. Mate!
Shut up! You got us in this mess! I told my wolf.
I heard it whine while I shifted and swiftly ran to the East Quadrant.
There, at the edge, I was met with the Beta, Maddox Domin.
"Luna," he said, bowing his head in respect.
"Maddox, nice to see you again," I said, smiling.
"Indeed." He smiled back. "I regret to report that he is with them." His smile faded from his boyish face.
I growled again softly. "I'll handle this. Keep your wolves on alert."
He nodded and shifted, running back into the dense woods.
In the distance, I heard a low howl. I responded with my own, claiming my territory.
"Vix," came the voice. That voice that rejected my heart and love.
"You are not welcome here.." I warned, my teeth baring slightly.
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Making his Mark on me
WerewolfVixen, an 18 year old werewolf, is faced with a challenge as she goes through changes to her life as a Luna. The one who was supposed to be her mate rejected her and was exiled. She finds out her father's legacy was a mere tragedy to her family. Lik...