proved helpful when she turned to stealing to survive.
Life with a pack, regular meals and people who really got her was perfect for Falyn.
The pack consisted of mostly males with only three other females besides herself, two of whom had been turned by their husbands after they had chosen them to be their mate. The other, Ella, had been bitten nearly two hundred years before. She was pretty, yet she was like everyone’s mother so no one seemed to see she was an ideal mate
So being the only logical possible mate for Flint, Falyn felt for sure that when she became of age, he would put his claim on her. So for two years she followed him around like a love-struck fool. Then, on her sixteenth birthday, she made her move.
Flint had always been her ally in everything. He flirted with her shamelessly once she had hit fifteen, so now that she was sixteen she felt more than safe showing him without any doubt she wanted him.
It was a normal weekend. All the boys had gone out to do what boys do. Those who had mates did not stay at the pack house, so only Ella had remained home but she had gone to bed hours ago. It was just the two of them snuggled together on the sofa watching a movie.
Falyn did not even recall what had been on the TV that night, but she did recall everything else.
Flint had his arm around her and every now and then he would run his lips over her throat. It drove her crazy. So the next time he went to do it, she turned her head so her lips met his. The kiss made her knees weak. It was everything a teenage girl hoped her first kiss would be. He let out a growl as he pushed her down on the sofa, covering her body with his.
Falyn let out a moan. She wanted more! She needed his clothes off! She had just pulled his shirt over his head and was about to let him do the same with hers when she heard a loud cough coming from behind her.
Jumping back, Flint turned to see who had ruined their moment. So did Falyn. She was not too shocked to see Ella there, Ella was like a mother to her so she knew she might take offense to Flint trying to claim her on the sofa.
“Flint, a word please,” Ella said softly
Flint gave Falyn a long look before following Ella into the next room. Falyn sat on the sofa waiting unconcernedly for him to come back in.
Yet it was not Flint who came back in, but Ella. Which did have Falyn worried. Why was she putting her nose into Falyn’s business? Flint was the Alpha of the pack so Ella had no place to keep him from what he wanted – or who.
“Falyn, we need to talk,” Ella said.
“Where’s Flint?”
“He went to join the others,” Ella told her calmly.
“Why are you putting yourself in between us, Ella?”
“Because you can’t be his mate, Falyn. You could bring death to this pack.”
“What do you mean?” Falyn demanded.
“You told me you have been a werewolf since you were little. You were found as a pup, right?” Ella inquired gently.
Falyn felt the blood leave her face. Of course, how could she forget the stupid rules! They were thinking she was born a wolf, meaning she was either a pure blood or a half breed!
“I could have been bitten as a babe, you don’t know!”
“I do know, Falyn, that if you had been bitten as a babe, you would have died.” Ella assured her.
The words sank in: she was a pure blood or a half breed, not a bitten wolf. She could not be Flint’s mate. Clearly he was not going to fight the issue. After all, rules were rules.
So, without so much as a goodbye, Falyn left the pack house, never looking back. She had no idea what everyone was up to and she never let herself think about what ifs.
Instead she used her wolf gift of tracking to make ends meet to avoid being at the mercy of anyone’s rules! In her reasoning, how would some in the Lycan court learn she had slept with someone outside the code zone? They couldn’t, Falyn was sure, so she figured there was no need stressing over the whole werewolf code thing any longer.
Now here she
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