Her fiery desire

Fraya Shifters have been at war for centuries, always fighting for territory and power. War is all I have known for a very long time. I never had the time to sit around and think of the future, I never felt alone as I was constantly surrounded by people, blood and death. I have always been grateful that I had never found my mate in the time of war. I didn’t want to find someone to love and then loose them to the war as I lost so many others I loved. Thirty years ago the war came to an end, all the strongest shifters had come together to sign a treaty, declaring the end of a war that was bringing our kind to extinction. One had to be chosen to stand for every shifter kind to sign the treaty and the treaty has to be signed every ten years. Werewolves has always been happy in their own packs, having their own alpha and luna to lead them, but as the treaty required a king or queen, to sign, I was chosen as their queen. I am the last of the first bloodline of werewolves, the most powerful of our kind. My bloodline was gifted with abilities that no other wolf shifter was given, the reason for that, no one knows, but I am able to control the elements, in my human form and wolf form. I had leaded the wolves to countless victories in the past two centuries, with my trusted advisor and beta by my side. After my parents were killed in the war, I got more detached from my emotions, more violet and ruthless. I didn’t want to be chosen for the position as the queen of all werewolves, but I promised to not let my people down. I have done what is the best for my people all my life, but now, there is peace, and as much as I am happy that no shifter has to die for a worthless cause, I really don’t know what to do anymore. All I have done in my years of being alive is fight and train, now I sit in my castle, giving out orders to other packs and sorting out pity fights between them. Signing the treaty was the best thing for the shifters, but it took away my purpose, and without a purpose, I feel lost and strangely empty. For the first time I am feeling alone, for the first time I am wondering about my mate. Is he still out there? What does he look like? Will I ever meet him? For the first time I am sitting, wondering what it will be like to have a family, to have children of my own. I know they will have abilities like I have, as my bloodline is always dominant and will be passed over to my children, regardless of who the father is. My mother was of the bloodline of the first werewolves and my father was her beta. They were best friends before they found out they were destined mates. My mother had the ability to heal almost any wound. I got my abilities from her as my child will get theirs from me someday. Problem with our bloodline is, that we struggle to have children more than any other wolf would and that is why I am the last of my kind. I was my parent’s only child, not that they didn’t try for more. I am sitting in my bed, looking out of the make shift window in side of my room. I built my castle in the cliffs in the sss. The day I saw these cliffs, I knew I wanted to life here for the rest of my life. The view was breathtaking and it was in the heart of the forest. There are werewolf packs all over America, but the sss has the biggest population, making this the ideal place for the chosen queen to live. I get out of my bed and head for the shower. Today I am flying to Arizona to celebrate the thirty year anniversary of the day the treaty was signed for the first time. Tomorrow I will be signing the treaty for the third time. I hate going to these gatherings, I know it is for the best of my people, but I have to pretend for three days to be alright sitting with the dragon king and queen and honestly I can’t stand those to snobbish fuckers. Unlike most shifters, the dragons didn’t live in packs, they had always had a king and queen and they play the part of spoiled wealthy snobs to the T. They are always looking down on the other shifters and after what they did to my parents, it takes everything in me to not just say screw the treaty and stab a knife into that pretty little face of Harriet, the queen of dragons. I get ready and grab the bag I packed fort the weekend and head to the door. I take my time walking through the tunnels that lead to the living area of the castle. My beta, Isaac Black is already waiting for me with an irritated look on his face. “Fraya, you know I want to get to the hotel early. We have to attend the events if we want to make an impression and I really hope to catch a glimpse of the dragon prince. It is rumored he will be attending this year.” Isaac says. People use to think we were mates as we use to spend every second together as kind, but honestly I just felt comfortable with him as he was easy to talk to and I could always gossip with him and my best friend, Eleanor, as he is very much gay and not interested in a female that doesn’t have something a bit extra between her legs. “It is also rumored that he is very much straight.” I say to him with a knowing look. I have never seen the dragon prince. I have heard stories about him, but I have never seen him. Dragons are rare and I guess his parents wanted to keep him close to home during the war. He is rumored to be quiet the ladies’ man, and I know I will be standing as far away as possible from him this weekend. I am saving myself for the day I meet my mate, I have waited three hundred years, I won’t be giving any part of myself to a man slut. “He won’t be when I am done with him.” He says to me with a wink before grabbing my bags and walking past me on the way to the waiting car outside, ready to take us to the airport.