When A Human Wed’s A Wolf

There’s two of them

He began to speak, to tell me a story about how his pack had always lived here. They have a community. When they turn sixteen they wolf out for the first time and after that, they can find their match/mate. They know who they are because they smell different. Everyone has a scent but their mate's scent is so enticing that they can’t resist it.

He told me he couldn’t find his mate so he sought help from a witch who told him it was because I didn’t live in the country. It was rare for this to happen as mates were usually from the same pack. She couldn’t say where I lived, only that it was my destiny to come here and I would.

I was supposed to come here before I was eighteen but as time went by he felt like giving up. He had already been waiting for three years for me to turn eighteen. He became sad and lonely at the thought of never finding his mate. He watched everyone in his pack, mate up and find their love. Families began to form and the pack grew bigger but he was losing hope that his turn would come.

He sought out the witch again and she told him I had begun a family, but I would feel like I was missing something. I would come. Years went by and he gave up hope. Sylvanus joined another pack, hoping to find someone else who hadn’t found his match. He did find someone and they loved each other. He yearned for his match but he felt content. In the middle of the night, tragedy had swept across the pack and every wolf was murdered.

As he was telling me, I could see the pain in his eyes. He told me that he was to blame. He had been traced back and led the wolf hunters to the pack. The only reason he was alive is because he was soul-searching by the river. He heard the screams but when he got there it was too late. He fought some of the hunters but a few had managed to flee.

He told me how he spent the next year hunting every single one down and making them pay for what they did. They had murdered the full pack including children. I felt heartbroken. I was still trying to get my head around the wolf terms, I was too afraid to ask if it was an analogy or if he really meant it.

He told me how he had gone back to his pack and as his father was getting older, he needed him to step up and be the Alpha with his brother. He needed them to lead the pack. I asked why his brother hadn’t started without him and he told me that as they were twins they needed to do it together. They had always done everything together but not finding their match had affected them both. They both blamed one another. Whilst Sylvanus had waited here, his brother Herdley had gone to find me. He had looked in all European countries trying to find me. He did find me the night I gave birth to my second child. He had watched the joy on our faces as Pete and I had held Mable. He didn’t want to come between that so he left. He gave up.

I asked where Herdley was now and he said he didn’t know. The last he heard he was on a beach somewhere. I was still confused as to why they both thought they were entitled to me, it was bad enough just one person thinking it, but both brothers thought they could share me. Fight for me or over me?

‘Adelaide, I know it all sounds wrong. You’re a human. But you weren’t supposed to be. You were supposed to be a wolf. You come from a mixed family. Your mother's grandfather's family were from a coven. They travelled as a circus but then he married a human. With each new generation, the coven was lost. Your Mothers grandmothers family were from a pack of wolves. The wild forest moon pack. The strongest pack, our pack. It goes back generations but one of those wolves had the American dream. They left and your side of the family didn’t continue in the pack. They married humans, went back to England and died out. The other families in the pack continued and we still live here today. When your grandparents met - they were ancestors of wolves and witches but their lines had already ended.’

I understood small parts but I couldn’t understand how I was supposed to be his match, or their match. ‘You were born strong. You were born in one of the worst thunderstorms we had ever seen, under a full moon. Your ancestors wanted you to go back to the family routes. Witches and werewolves don’t really mix. We can help each other, but we would never be together. Werewolves have their mates who they are meant to be with. Nobody can change that. Witches, well they just do what they want. Your grandparents changed that. Their ancestors would have been furious but as they were pretty much human by this point and didn’t know anything about their ancestry, it didn’t change much.’

This was a lot to take in. I asked, ‘So how come my Mum, my Uncle or my cousin didn’t get this? What about my sister?’. Deep down my gut was saying this was all true, but why was it just me? Why was I chosen?