A boy. It's always a boy. My best friend, Carlita has a boyfriend, William,who is also her mate. I'm 19, a year older than her, and still haven't found my mate. As the only daughter of Alpha Noah, it is a little embarrassing. My brother Griffin, on the other hand, has a reputation. He has dated at least 7 girls in the pack. Griffin, the hot, cool kid, that every girl wants.
Me. The storm. The girl that has an attitude, is sassy, hot, and like I said, mate less.
One day, me and Carlita where heading out on a run. When we were 3 miles in my wolf, Snow, and I smelt a smell that smelt delicious. We were in the forest and there was not any food stores near hear. I started heading toward that direction, which was off trail, and Carlita looked confused.
"Valerieen, are you okay? What is it?"
"I just started smelling something delicious and wanted to see where and what its coming from." I told her without looking away from the new trail.
20 minutes later, we arrived to a pond where a group of boys were hanging out. They looked to be 18 to 20 years old, not much of an age difference from us. They where all broad shouldered and black or brown hair except for two of the boys, one of which was my brother Griffin. The other boy,I think, is his best friend.
When Griffin looked up he saw me and Carlita standing there, he smiled.
"Storm! Get over here!" He used my "nickname". I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. He wrapped me in a big bear hug, while Carlita went over to a boy that I just realized was William, her boyfriend. I awkwardly patted him on the back and said "what are you doing?"
He answered, "I'm chillin with my boys. What about you?"
You tell him, "Oh. Me and Carlita were on a run and I got a whiff of something delicious."
He looks at you curiously but doesn't say anything more.