Jason's Perspective
For many years, my family has served as the guardians of the cerpus, the vital essence of life for the werewolves of the Crystland pack to which we belong. Every member of this pack possesses unique abilities, ranging from the omegas, who are the workers, to the betas, and ultimately the alphas. However, our powers differ significantly from those of other packs. You may wonder how this is possible, but let me assure you that 'possible' is merely a simplification.
The cerpus is one of several relics bestowed by the moon goddess upon my ancestors long ago. Each faction within the pack received its own stone, assigned according to their roles as designated by the moon goddess. For instance, the betas were granted the tarus, as they serve directly under the alphas and perform similar duties. They possess a range of abilities, including healing, teleportation, and enhanced senses of taste and smell compared to the average werewolf. I once asked my father, "What if they commit an offense that warrants death? Can I poison them?" He replied, "No, son, you cannot; you can only kill them."
I sighed, expressing, "It is challenging to be an alpha, Dad." He chuckled and reassured me, "In time, you will become accustomed to it."
Curious about my own abilities, I inquired, "What about my powers?" I wanted to ascertain whether they were impressive or not.
"You, my son, possess all the powers of the betas and omegas combined, and even more. However, you will only realize them once you find your mate," he explained.
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean, Dad? How will I come to understand them?"
"You will comprehend it soon enough, my boy," he responded, gazing at the sky as if searching for something.
Twelve Years Later
"I am now 25 and currently serve as the alpha. I know many of you are curious about my father's well-being; rest assured, he is fine and not deceased. My mother is also doing well. However, that is not the purpose of my address today. As the alpha, I require a luna and a queen to stand beside me..."
I apologize for not mentioning earlier that my pack is the largest in the world. Over the past decade, I have dedicated myself to overcoming smaller packs, both in the human realm and my own.
Nevertheless, I am now 25 years old and have yet to find my mate. I am beginning to lose hope. I am convinced that the Moon Goddess has created a mate for everyone, yet I seem to have been overlooked. What frustrates me further is that all my friends, including my beta and best friend, Fredrick, found their mates—Diana—immediately upon turning 18, which has now been seven years.
Therefore, I urge you to cease your incessant chatter about mates and stop behaving foolishly over one insignificant she-wolf who shows no interest in us. I expressed this to my wolf, Conri, who was pacing restlessly in my mind. After a moment of reflection, I composed myself, and the intercom in my office buzzed.
I answered, and it was Fredrick on the line.
"Hey, what's going on?" he inquired.
"This better be important for you to be calling at this hour," I replied.
"Well, it's not much, but I wanted to remind you that Alpha Detris will be arriving now instead of tomorrow, and he is waiting outside your office,"
he informed me.
"What! You are only telling me this now? Send him in; I will address you later."
Alpha Detris knocked on the door, and I instructed him to enter, but I did not look up until Conri began to stir restlessly, and an enticing aroma of lavender mixed with chocolate filled the air. When I finally looked up, I realized that the individual before me was not Alpha Detris but rather his daughter, Alpha Detrissa.
I thought to myself, "Fredrick must have mixed up the names again."
My gaze remained fixed on her, as did hers on me. Conri growled with excitement, exclaiming, "Mate! Mate!" and celebrated in my mind before regaining his composure. I found myself speechless, captivated by her stunning blue eyes, fearful that if I looked away, she would vanish.
Detrissa's Perspective
{A few hours earlier}
This has been the most dreadful day of my life, I celebrated my twentieth birthday today, yet I have yet to discover my mate. My father informed me that, as an alpha, we typically find our mates earlier than others. In my pack, it is customary to have awakened our wolves by the age of fourteen, a distinction that sets us apart from other packs.
The Moon Goddess has bestowed upon us this unique gift, along with a prophecy. Each pack receives a special blessing, whether it be a gift, an item, or a prophecy, and ours is no exception. Although I am unaware of the specifics of the prophecy, my parents assured me that I would recognize it upon meeting my mate.
At times, I find myself questioning whether they truly know the prophecy or if they are merely fabricating it. Regardless, I am currently in my final year of college in the human realm, as my parents advised that it would be beneficial for me to gain knowledge of both the werewolf and human worlds. They often remind me, "You never know what the future holds or where you might end up, or who your mate might be."
I ceased to pay attention when they mentioned my mate, and it is difficult to blame me; it feels as though the Moon Goddess has overlooked me by not granting me one. My wolf, Morrighan—whom I affectionately call Mo—expresses her discontent whenever I voice this sentiment, but what else can I say? Mo merely huffed in response. Shortly thereafter, my phone rang, revealing it was my father.
He wished me a happy birthday and reminded me not to forget the meeting I was to attend in his place. I assured him I would be present, but since the passage of time differs between wolves and humans, I could only attend today due to my exams in two days. He agreed to this arrangement.
I changed into a green dress paired with white Jordan sneakers and made my way to the portal that we werewolves residing in the human realm utilize from time to time. Upon arriving at the alpha's office for the meeting, I was instructed to wait while his beta summoned him. When I was finally invited into his office, the alpha did not initially look up to acknowledge me before requesting that I take a seat. I sensed that he assumed I was my father, yet something within me stirred.