The Woods

Chapter 1

Living in a world where Werewolves were known but slowly forgotten out was a strange one. Growing up in one of the only largely populated Werewolf towns was also strange. However, being born and growing used to the sounds of howls and constant sniffles when the wolves were hunting wasn't strange to me as it would be to other people.

I grew up in a small town called Barskel, we had fields upon fields with forests to match. I for one loved the forest, watching the different seasons pass by, watching the leaves turn to a fire amber colour as we went from summer to autumn was one of my favourite times of year. The life expectancy wasn't higher than sixty five and we didn't like the sound of that. Knowing that the town we were both born a bred in was going down hill, it just didn't sit right living there any more. We moved to America when I was fourteen, I definitely wasn't ready to move my entire life across the world but my mum simply didn't feel comfortable living in England any more.

Growing up with just a mum, that was difficult, she works all the time to put a roof over our heads, to put food on the table and make sure I'm safe. Living with your mother at the age of twenty four was slightly embarrassing but it had to be done. I wasn't ready to live by myself and I don't think my mum was either. So here we are living in an even smaller town than before but this time with a twist.  

Now I've already told you about that twist and lets say it's a highly recommended twist. You didn't walk around the town without seeing one of them and noticing how they looked or the way they looked at women. I was also told from a small age to never go into the forest alone, "The big bad Alpha with come and take you away forever." That however, didn't scare me. I was fascinated by the wolves. They were completely different to humans and I didn't even feel human myself half the time.

They have these things called "mates" we were warned about mates and the mating season as soon as we moved into our neighbourhood. It happened twice a year and human women and men being mates wasn't an unlikely event. A few of my high school friends happened to be mated to wolves and they absolutely loved it. I mean who wouldn't love a hot, sexy, brooding hunk of a man looking after you day after day. I know I certainly wouldn't mind if I had one of those looking after me.

At first, they terrified me. I think I wet myself the first time I saw this wolf turn into a man, but that was there own way of introducing themselves to us. They didn't want us to be scared of them and my mum was grateful for that. England didn't have many wolf packs, if any at all and if there was one they definitely didn't associate themselves humans. That's what I personally liked about the packs here, they made themselves known to their community but only to their community.

We weren't invited to any pack gatherings but that didn't bother us as we didn't intend to go to any in the first place. However, this week we were invited to one. The Alphas seventeen year old son was turning of age, this meant that he would start taking over the Alpha duties from his father if he wanted to and it also meant that he would meet his mate. Now Alphas found their mates and could feel the mate pull as soon as they turned eighteen, they weren't like other wolves. Other wolves could wait years to find their mates but that didn't happen very often and it was quite rare.

Now, I'd met the Alphas son as I was a teacher at his local high school. He was the type of boy that oozed with power and he knew about it, he was a show off and liked to show off to anyone he could. He was the type of boy I hated to teach, but unfortunately for me he was one of my students. 

Let me describe him to you, tall, he must've been six ft five inches at least, strong, but then again so were most of the wolves I'd met, but he had this long unruly hair that was either down or he put it into a man bun. He always wore t-shirts that were too tight for him, either he had grown out of them and he hadn't bought any more to replace them or he simply liked the tight looking look on himself. Now for his lower half, jeans, he wore them the exact same as his t-shirt. I don't understand why these teenagers wear their clothes the way they do but it certainly didn't impress me. He always wore combat boots, classic black ones were clearly his favourites to wear as that's all I ever saw him in when he was at school.

He was the type of guy that at my age I wouldn't have even looked at, let alone let myself breathe the same air as him. You knew instantly when he was in the hallway, all you had to do was to listen out for the sighs of the younger girls who could only ever dream of having him.

His name you're asking? Axel, Axel King.