His Dawn

Prologue

AARON

8 YEARS BEFORE THE WAR

“I just really don’t see why you are in such a rush to find her!” my twin, Alex, says exasperatedly to me.

Its morning, us two, plus our best friends, Max and Daniel, are sitting on the bar stools at the kitchen counter. Our plates are piled high with waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage as we stuff our faces. Our parents actually slept in for once after staying up late for Dan’s tenth birthday party yesterday.

“I can't believe you don’t want to meet your mate,” Dan responds to Alex. My brother snorts.

“We have enough responsibilities as it is. I don’t need a girl to rely on me too.”

I roll my eyes at him. It’s the same old argument with him. He is convinced that he doesn’t want a mate once we are old enough. Dan and I cannot wait to be eighteen, and old enough to find ours. Max doesn’t often weigh in on the conversations, but I know he wants to meet her too.

“Our dads all do perfectly fine with their responsibilities while having mates,” Dan huffs, crossing his arms.

“Our dads don’t have as many siblings as us. They don’t have a baby sister to protect.”

“Nat will have her own mate to protect her,” Max perks up gruffly. Alex and I both instinctually growl at him. I cut mine off, but my brother? Not so much. He is much more of a brute than me already.

“I would rather not think about my eight-year-old sister with a mate,” he growls at Max, whose face pales slightly. I chew on my upper lip, sighing through my nose.

“We are all protective of Natalia. Even Zander. She has plenty of protectors around her for us to be able to mate,” I remind him pointedly.

“Plus, at least two of us will have warriors for mates,” Max adds. My wolf, Callan, huffs inwardly at that comment. Alex may need a warrior of a mate to balance him, but I want a calmer shewolf. A sweet girl. Callan still squirms though. He wants our mate now.

Who is she?

Where is she?

There is a reason why wolves don’t generally emerge in us until we’re thirteen. After a few years of the wolf maturing, they start longing for their mate. Callan has his days where he whines for her all day long leaving me unmotivated and off-balance. My siblings and I are an exemption. We have all had our wolves since birth; probably because of my mom’s rare white wolf genes and my dad’s powerful alpha genes.

“You will change your opinion once she is standing in front of you,” Dan says. Alex gives our friend an eyeroll to marvel our mom, and tosses a sausage link at his head. Dan tries to catch it, but the meat just hits him between the eyes, leaving a greasy stain. He overdramatically throws himself off the barstool to writhe on the ground.

I crack up. Dan has always been the goofiest of the four of us. I think he gets it from his dad, our uncle Jake.

“You’re an i***t,” Max teases, throwing another sausage link that hits him in the cheek.

“Rude!” He pops up to his feet quickly, and throws himself at Max, knocking him off the stool. We don’t have regular food fights in this family. I hope my mate will be able to handle it.

“She will,” Callan says, “she’ll be perfect.”