As a child, I was branded as a traitor by my own pack, River Crest. My unwelcome status has followed me since birth, leaving me isolated and without acceptance. A lifetime of solitude has shaped me, devoid of family, friends, and now, a potential partner. At 24, I've resigned myself to being one of those unfortunate wolves, the mateless ones, considered wretched and forsaken. The thought haunts me - the possibility that remaining unbound could lead to madness or eventual rejection by my pack. The stories warn of a fate worse than death for those like me. Yet, I've grown accustomed to rejection, finding solace in its persistent presence. It shields me from further pain and humiliation. My goal is to endure another year without mating, hoping for the ultimate escape: banishment. I will not let anyone, not even my supposed "mate," stand in the way of this freedom I've sought. I am determined to forge my path, no matter the cost.
