Draco’s POVSilva Moon Pack, WerewoodsI am running in the woods, the evening breeze brushing against my fur, when I smell a sweet scent of lilac drifting from afar. Beautiful singing accompanies the delicious scent, and I approach in anticipation as unspeakable joy wells in me.My wolf, Noble, wags his tail excitedly as we get closer to the scent. I turned the corner, and the sight before me took my breath away. My wolf howls in recognition, “Mate!” She turns around, and her face is blurry—my mate's face. Yes, I don’t recognize my mate.I open my eyes and look around my room in the pack house. I had been having the same dream every night since the mating hunt. As I rise and pull the drapes, letting light fill the room, my mind wanders back to the events of that day.As a powerful Alpha in the Werewoods and a respected member of the Shifter’s Council, I can skip the mating hunt. I’ve done that for five years, but this time is different. I’d intended to skip the hunt, but Elder Derek,
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