They say if you want to know if the moon goddess has a sense of humor, tell her your plans. I found that out the hard way. As a teenage werewolf, I thought my life was all planned out. I was born with the sign of the goddess’ chosen protector to the Gamma couple in our pack. This role has been with my bloodline since my ancestor, the original protector (We’ll get into that later). As I was saying. I had my life all mapped out. I would train and become the best gamma and protector ever. I would find my mate who is hopefully another gamma. I had a great group of friends, there were 10 of us and we were inseparable, or so I thought. All of that changed when I was 16. My best friend and future alpha of our pack challenged me to a friendly match and started hating me because I won. I am the descendant of an Original werewolf and a mythical wolf; how did he think he would win against me? Anyway, his ego couldn’t take it, so he started treating me like his enemy. Fast forward 2 years and my enemy turns out to be my mate. The joke was on me. He rejected me and the real fun began.