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There are always two sides to a person—one they show the world and one they keep to themselves.Although for some, the façade is worn like second skin, comfortable enough notto be suffocating, for others, being completely free of any deception is like getting a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long in lies.

Years of walking upright,pretending my senses were as blind and dull as a human, has made me perpetually irritable. I wanted to shed my human skin and run on all paws as far and oftenas I could, but that wasn’t possible. Not with how the pack that adopted mewhen I was young thought me wholly human.

The brightness of themoon softly illuminated the trees as I ran through the forest, easily movingpast rocks and branches. This late at night when the people of the nearby city and the wolves of the pack house are asleep, I usually shift for ten minutes and just run—enjoying even fleetingly of letting only my instincts take over. I would have loved to run more than ten minutes but with the pack so near andeasily woken, I could be easily discovered.

I slowed down to a trot,closed my eyes and sniffed the air. Stillgood, I thought, making sure that I had no scent. Better to err on the sideof caution than risk being discovered by them. That would be the worst thing, since I would prefer to reveal who I am to these guys on my own time.

Someone groaned softly.

I snapped my head towhere the sound came from, instantaneously becoming more alert. At this time ofnight, nobody is usually awake, even werewolves. Because there has been no threator discord in this pack in the past decade, werewolves have become carelesswhen it came to their safety. Erring on the side of caution like securing theperimeter, keeping watch of supernaturals or supes that comes into their territory, has been ignored. I’m notsure about other supes, but with thepack I’m in, it’s magnanimously obvious how closely they are to living likehumans. Which is why being awake at night, and not making use of the cover ofdarkness to live like the beasts that we are, has become the norm.

The soft whine and groansbecame louder as I trudged slowly to where the sounds were coming from. Therewas a chance that it was an injured animal, but my doubt increased until I wassure that the groaning couldn’t be anything but two people frolicking at night.

It’sTate, I thought, recognizing his scent in the air along withthe resident hoe, Trisha. I have really reallynothing against her, only that she—and everybody in the pack—belittles me everychance they get because I’m human, the bottom of the ladder of species. Also,along with her winning attitude, sheloves to make out and wrap herself around my mate, like what she’s doing rightnow, I saw as I peered past the bush.

Tate’s blonde hair wasalmost white in the soft light of the moon as he leaned Trisha down the groundand continued kissing her.

I turned my eyes away.I’ve already seen enough. Not just tonight, but each day since Trisha grew intoher boobs and she seduced him in the hopes of becoming the mate of the futurehead of the pack.  With how things arebetween them, looks like she’s on her way there.

A cloying, sweetly bitterscent permeated the air as their bodies continued to move against each other. Igagged as soon as I smelled it. Not being able to take it anymore, I ran.

The heady scent, a resultof their intimacy, was nauseating and seemed to follow me even as I ran as fastas I could back to my cottage. Thisshouldn’t affect me this much, I thought, hoping like hell that onwillpower alone could I forget how Tate looked as he fervently kissed her. Someone who isn’t his mate.

But it’s not like heknows who his mate really is since usually wolves have to turn 16 first beforethey could feel the pull. It’s anindescribable desire, attraction, and commitment to another wolf who is meantto spend their lives with you. However, because of how strong the attraction isgoing to be once a werewolf is mature enough to feel the pull, they’re usuallyattracted to their mates beforehand.

Finding mates are usuallyeasy especially if they’re living in close proximity with each other—which iswhy everyone believes that Trisha is Tate’s mate.

But through someunfortunate—for me—turn of events, I just had the bad luck to find out thatTate is my mate when he turned sixteen a few months ago. He was every bit hisfather’s son, the leader of the Alcatrozz pack—he commandeers the attention ofanyone, back straight, comfortable in his skin, and seeming to take up morespace than he does in reality with his tall and sturdy body. And he also wieldsarrogance like none other, something he adopted from both his parents. In theleast, with the company he keeps, his arrogance could be tamped down dependingon the situation unlike with his father who walks as if he is king of all—arrogancemade real.

With somebody like him, Iknew from the moment I felt the first stirrings of the pull, forcing me to always be aware of his presence around thepack house, making me want to breathe in his scent and wrap it around my bodylike the warm, comfortable blanket it could be if he was to accept me as hismate. But of course that wouldn’t happen. Not unless I reveal that I am awerewolf too.

I shifted back into ahuman right before I arrived at my cottage door, opened it, and raced toward mybed. I lay face down on the mattress, closing my eyes, trying and failing toremember faint memories from years ago. It slips through the cracks of mymemories, until all I could recall is the warmth of someone’s hug and ferventwhispers of, “Don’t let them find youdarling”, “You’re the only hope of the Rosewood pack”.

No,don’t think about that now, I thought, shaking my head like itcould prevent those memories from coming to the forefront of my mind.

I sighed, realizing thatshaking my head won’t stop that memory from rising to the surface and hauntingme all night. It was one of the earliest memory I have before I was suddenlyfound on the doorstep of this pack. A little human child dropped off in themiddle of vicious werewolves.

Nobody expected me tolive past the first week I was abandoned at the den of wolves, lest of all lastthrough my teenage years without being mangled and disfigured here and there. ButI did, somehow, despite the rare almost crippling physical abuse, and frequentemotional and mental abuse—all this just because they thought I was human.

Shaking my head as Iremembered all the things they’ve done to me, I almost cannot believe hownarrow-minded this pack I had the misfortune to be raised in. With all theother werewolf packs who have visited this pack, I have seen how theyinteracted without the level of disgust and belittlement these guys showhumans.

As a child, my grasp andhold on the memories I had before weren’t as clear and firm as I do with it nowthat I’m older. My memory is slippery at best from when I arrived here, butthere are few things I know without a doubt from that night: I was supposed tostay a human, peeling away my wolf scent, and adapting the pure vanilla scenthumans have.

With these faint memoriesthat lurks in my mind, over the years the reason why I was supposed to stay ahuman was lost with time. Somehow, I just knew that I should because if I didn’tsomething would happen—although I haven’t the faintest idea what. Although I amhoping it isn’t as terrible as being kidnapped and experimented on, sincecovering and hiding your scent is not a normal ability that werewolves have.

However, the call to berun and interact with the world in my other form was too hard to resist that itwas an impossible feat. Which is why, despite firm knowledge in my mind that Ishouldn’t and the guilt I felt gnawing inside me from disobeying these faintmemories of voices telling me that I shouldn’t, I started shifting a few yearsago. And the sensation was liberating. After years of being trapped as a human,it felt as if I could run to the ends of the world and nobody would be able tostop me.

I know I am beingcareless shifting when I am surrounded by a bunch of wolves who’ll soonerattack me than pause to wonder how I’m in their territory. But I couldn’tresist the call of the wild, the feeling of being able to let your bases ofinstincts dominate your whole mind. It was exhilarating, and it still is.

Nevertheless my momentsof weakness of succumbing to my nature, I know without a doubt that I couldnever risk revealing I was wolf, all for a guy. Even if he was my mate.

Turning over to lieproperly on the bed, I faced the windowsill and looked at the moon. Its gentleluminance slowly pulled me into a somnolent state, my thoughts haphazardlyflitting across like the static of a television. As I was lulled into a deepsleep, one thought was at the forefront of my mind, resonating with importance,yet was overwhelmed wholly by dreams.

** *

I was drawn awake by thesunlight streaming in from the open window. Groggily, I got up and startedpreparing for another grueling day as the all-around maid for the pack. As Iwas brushing my teeth with blurry eyes, I noticed a distinct red circle on thesmall calendar next to the rectangular wall mirror. Blinking profusely to clearmy eyes, I saw that I have encircled the day today with a thick red mark. Myeyes widened because that could only mean one thing. It’s my birthday.

Uncontrollably, I spatout the toothpaste in shock. s**t. s**t,s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t! This couldn’t happen today, or any day for thatmatter as long as I’m staying here. God how could I have been so stupid toforget my own birthday. And it’s my 16th birthday for that matter!Maybe I should have ran away last night, instead of running back to my cottage,because still being unsure of where I’m going at this moment, and being unprepared,is better than facing Tate and knowing he’ll know we’re mates. But the worstpart comes after, when he would flat-out deny who I am to him, because of whathe thinks I am.

I couldn’t even begin toimagine the devastation I would feel afterward, where I would still see himhappy and intimate with Trisha.

I slumped down the floor,feeling as if a monster is looming around the corner, about to find me anddevour me whole. I pulled my legs closer and hugged them, closing my eyes. Iknew this day was going to come, ever since I realized he was my mate. And in away, I have numbed myself to some of the backlash of pain I’m going to feel whenhe rejects me, but preparing for the expectations are entirely different whenreality and all the problems that come with it, comes like a freight traintowards you. Avoiding it is impossible, preparing for it improbable, so whatcould I do at this moment with the train only a few seconds away from hittingme?

Just face it head-on.