The Fleeting Wolf
"I've been traveling for years now. And trust me, nothing is ever the same." I admitted. "Not even both of your mates."
"Only two?" Charles took a sip from his cup as I nodded. "So you had more than one mate?"
"What happened the first one?" Eros leaned back on the railing. "Did he rejected you too? Or did something happen with him?"
"Yeah. He died," I stared off into the distance. Noticing how all of a sudden both Charles and Eros didn't utter a single word.
Anabeth is as one might say a werewolf. Oh but she's not just any werewolf. She's a Luna. But why isn't this Luna with a pack? Well let's just say that's a question for her mate. Although, he's too busy screwing every other wolf because Anabeth just won't do.
Rejected, hurt and alone has pushed Anabeth over edge. So she did the only thing that could save her from her past and any future pain. She ran from the pack and into the city.
But then an accident happens leading her to stumble upon two people who are willing to do anything just so she won't press charges. Or at least till she gets better. Except, both of these kind people, are human.
Now werewolves don't normally take kind gestures from humans but when it comes towards these two there's something off about them. Especially a certain, brown headed, gray eye, boy.
Traveling, is the excuse Anabeth has always made herself believe. Although her mate has other plans for her.
Will Anabeth's mate find her? Or is there something else in stored for her?