I've always known my destiny. Ssearch for years trying to find their place in the world, others never truly
find their calling. But not me. | knew from the moment | was born to two Guardians, the most powerful warriors
in my pack, that | was meant to be a warrior. A Guardian.
My parents were fated mates, short for soulmates. Two halves of the ssoul. Most werewolves strive to find
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttheir mate, the one that completes them. While there are sthat see the mate bond as a weakness and
instantly reject their mates when they find them, most only get stronger. That's how it was with my parents. The
mate bond made them stronger, and they were a powerful couple.
As Guardians and the strongest, most powerful fighters in our pack, my parents were responsible for ensuring
the safety of our Alpha, Alpha Anders; his mate, Luna Calista, and their young son, our future Alpha, Rik. It was
during an attack from a neighboring pack that thought they could defeat our Alpha and take over, that | lost my
mother. She died protecting our Luna and their son. | was only 5 years old at the time.
During that sbattle, my father, while protecting our Alpha, took on five of the eight wolves that attacked our
Alpha. They both held their own until other warriors cto assist. However, at the moment my mother died
and he felt the tether of his link to her break, my father faltered. One of the wolves jumped onto his back trying
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto bring him down. When he couldn't, he bit down on my father’s back, snapping his spine. Werewolves can heal
from many things - cuts, bruises, even small breaks, but not paralyzing spinal injuries.
From that day on, my father beca shell of his old self. While most wolves would have died at the loss of their
mate, my father survived solely to care for me. He has done his best and he loves me, but he lost so much that
day. He not only lost his mate, he lost his ability to walk, and his status as a warrior. He lost himself.