Chapter Three-Willow POV

Today is my 18^th birthday. I am finally an adult. This comes with so many new things. The final battle later today to secure my spot as the packs 2^nd Female warrior. Second only to our beloved Luna whom we lost 10 years ago. I also will be on the watch for my mate now that I am of age. They say you know instantly but I cannot believe it works so quickly. That I could pass a stranger, or worse someone I have always known and instantly know I am theirs and they are mine. That sounds like absolute lunacy. But as a Lunar child, I guess that only makes sense I think while laughing quietly. I can smell pancakes and mom pushes against the mind link “I made your favorites for breakfast, and I have a surprise for you when you come down”. Smiling I tell her that I will be down after a quick shower. Stripping off my cotton t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, I squeeze into my small stand-up shower and feel the sweat of a restless night wash from my body.

Going downstairs I pile a plate with eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Then I turn to mom and thank her. She pulls out a small box and hands it to me. Expecting a necklace or bracelet, I am surprised to open the box and find keys. Car keys. A huge grin breaks across my face as I realize that she broke down and got me a car. She must have saved forever to buy it for me. As I quickly hug her, she starts rattling off some details about work on it that needs to be done but I don’t care, nor do I stop to listen at this moment. My excitement carries me outside to find an old Jeep Wrangler sitting in the driveway. My jeep. All mine. I run down and start it up. I love the way it purrs beneath my feet, reminding me of Sasha when she was content with something. I grin like an idiot and my hands rub across the steering wheel and the leather seats. Mom climbs in the passenger seat also smiling. I pull her into another hug and decide to listen to the details of what my new baby would need to love me back.

After the excitement wears off, I finally go inside to put on my sneakers and grab a water before heading to the training field. Desiree is probably not going to be an easy fight. Her wolf Danyelle was a brat and fought dirty. Fitting for the daughter of the Alpha I suppose. I ran onto the field just as Desiree huffed to Alpha Henry that I was two minutes late. Rolling my eyes, I smile and put out my hand, intending to shake hers. Instead she puts her nose up and walks over to her side of the training block. Glaring at me, she takes a stance before Alpha Henry even can announce us or the great history of our traditions that lead to this fight. As an omega I had fought my way up from the bottom of the pack. Proving myself a strong wolf and an even more intimidating opponent than my father had been.

Desiree begins to circle me as growls tear from her body, when suddenly a strange scent hits me like a freight train. Her body slams into me as I am distracted by the scent pummeling my body alongside her fists. Stifling a moan I reach up and toss her off of me like she weighs as much as a chihuahua. Shaking, she rushes back in. Angry that I appear unphased by her attacks. I quickly get the upper hand as she is hotheaded and not strategizing well. That’s when I see him. My mate. His blonde hair disheveled and a frown on his face as he looks my direction. Sasha yelps with excitement in my head but I hear Danyelle shifting and taking control so I shake my head trying to focus on the task at hand.