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After every transformation, because of her old wound, shifting was unbearable. Not only was it unbearable the bullet that hit her was made of silver majorly damaging Margaret’s shoulder blade in her wolf–form. Margaret always had a limp to her step and running was even difficult. It was one of the reasons why Margaret stopped running with the pack.
And after her parents died, she was too afraid to adventure out into the forest like most do. And with her near–death experience with the silver bullet, she couldn’t get a hold of her wolf spirit. No matter how
many times Margaret called out to her, she never answered back.
Margaret felt like she was no longer the she–wolf she once was. Even if she was to go through with The Hunt, there was no way she could detect her mate or go into heat during mating to even give her mate pups. If she could even have pups. There was a time when the pack doctor said there was the possibility she couldn’t have pups because of the silver. In Margaret’s mind, no male in his right. mind would mate with her, knowing she couldn’t give him a pup or two.
Margaret’s fingers stilled on her keyboard. Staring at the few paragraphers on the screen of her computer. Margaret glanced at the window and smiled.
Maybe this was her punishment for running after her brother that night, forgetting their parents. killed. It was all her fault and now she was paying for it.
She didn’t mind, no, there was no need worrying about something that couldn’t be fixed. At least she
had her little brother. That’s all she needed.
She didn’t need a mate or pups. Knowing she can take care of her little brother, Ross, was all she needed in this world and nothing was going to change that.
Andrew Price stared into the dancing flames before him. The entire camp was made up of chatty males and females, all excited for The Hunt two weeks from now.
Staring into his fire, his Beta, Dolph poked the raging fire pit. Andrew’s Beta was not chatty like the others. One of the many reasons why Andrew enjoyed Dolph’s company, he wasn’t annoying.
“How much further,” Andrew asked.
“We should be there by next nightfall, sir,” Trevor, Andrew’s brother–in–law spoke, “just around the
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mountain.
Trevor Ford was Andrew’s third in command and map. Andrew would admit to anyone, without Trevor. Andrew and his men would be lost without him, literally.
Andrew couldn’t think of a better person to navigate his pack to this year’s mating grounds for the Hunt. In Andrew’s opinion, he would have rather had the Hunt back at home where he knew it was
safe.
“My Lord, are you not excited for the Hunt?” Trevor spoke with a cat–like–smile.
Andrew nearly laughed at his brother–in–law, “It’s the same as the last one.” All the men around the campfire knew that was true. A bunch of horny females roaming around, waiting for a male to mount them and give them a pup. Likely for Andrew, being an Alpha, he had more control than most males. And unlike most males, Andrew never mated with a female during the Hunt.
“This year will be different,” Trevor laughed.
“Didn’t you say that last year,” Dolph chimed in.
at was my year,” Trevor huffed.
“And what about Dolph, is it his year too?” Andrew laughed shaking his head.
“Like any woman would dare mate with him,” Trevor joked. Unfortunately, Dolph wasn’t laughing. Dolph growled under his breath, staring daggers at his friend. Trevor put his hands up, “Hey there, boy. It was a joke. You’ll find her.”
Dolph stared back at the fire, poking it with his stick once more. Andrew felt bad for his dear friend,
Dolph had always had problems with women. Even when the boys were growing up, the girls would run away screaming for their parents. Unfortunately, Andrew never blamed the girls for running away, and neither did Dolph.
Dolph was a man of very few words. He was taller than any male in the twelve packs. He was bigger
than most too. Stronger. It didn’t help either that he had a mean–looking face, with his body covered
in scars.
“He is right,” Andrew said looking back at the fire, “you’ll find your mate.”
“If it was that easy,” Dolph muttered throwing his stick into the fire. “I’ll take the first watch. It’s best you get your rest, Alpha,” Dolph frowned, getting up, and leaving the fire.
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Both Andrew and Trevor watched him leave and disappear into the shadows of the trees. The two
looked at each other.
Shaking his head, “Get some rest, Trevor,” Andrew said leaving the fire and retiring in his tent.
Once in his tent, Andrew laid on the bed of his fur blankets, on his back. Rest his hands behind his head and yawned.
Tomorrow Andrew and his pack would be in the hands of the Black Water Pack. Their Alpha Lawrence Kelly senior just recently stepped down, letting his son Lawrence Windsor took the role as
Alpha.
Moving onto his side, Andrew closed his eyes. No need worrying about it now.
Margaret rolled around in her bed before looking over to her nightstand to see that it was already eight o’clock. The sun’s rays beamed passed the blinds on her window. Rolling onto her back, Margaret ran her hands over her face. She then sat upright and swung her legs over the edge of the
bed.
With her eyes shut, she scratched her head and walked out of the room into the hallway to the bathroom. Touching the doorknob of the bathroom, Margaret turned it and pushed.
What the hell.
Margaret opened her eyes wide, sniffed the air, and banged on the bathroom door. “You little fuck, this is my bathroom time,” she yelled.
In the house of Margaret Norton, there are just a few rules you never cross.
Number one rule, eight o’clock to nine o’clock was Margaret’s private bathroom time. You should never be in the upstairs bathroom during those times.
Number two, never talk to her until she had a cup of coffee in the morning.
Number three, unless someone is dying or the pack was under attack, no one should ever bother her while she slept.
If any of those rules were broken, Margaret would be your worst nightmare.
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