All my life I desired to experience what my dad felt for my mom. What I loved about him was the way he looked at her, love and adoration shining through his eyes. She meant everything to him, so when she died, it was clear: he stayed alive just for me. In a wolf pack like ours, a death of this kind often leads to vanishing into thin air and going back home to the Moon Goddess. However, being a strong beta as he was, my father refused to accept this ending choosing instead—his example taught admiration even among those who had both parents. For as long as I can remember I have always felt that my father’s love was always there; I never questioned it. My mother had told me many times that we shared a lot in common and I believed her. Consequently, along with finding my mate who is usually found at 16 years old but mine occurred when I made contact with my wolf aged 13 years old. Nevertheless, being older than me and he promised that he will wait until am mature enough to complete our bond together. He was someone whom I could trust completely. However at the age of fifteen all things changed. The alpha sounding from lips which belonged to Percy’s father announced that Denva Woods from Blue Woods Pack would get married next month on his birthday which is three months away from now to Ralph Smit who used to be our babysitter during childhood years. This news left me shattered inside out . The looks of pity and Ralph’s apologetic note only served to deepen the pain further in me. For instance Percy said that it favored pack welfare yet how did it make sense while my heart was tearing apart?