There she is again. Running a beautiful golden wolf with a white star on her forehead. Moving smoothly, soothingly and fast through the forest. She slows near the lake and turns her head. Amber glowing eyes pierce mine. She tilts her head to the moon and howls. Goddess you have created a beauty for me. Slowly she shifts, the woman stood in the stunning wolf's place is amazing. Exactly the woman i have pictured for years. Her dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing in the moon light, beautiful lips that I wish to kiss, button nose and those eyes, glowing amber like a pool I could fall into, she sadly smiles, 'Why haven't you found me yet, do you not want me?' she whispers before shifting and running from me. I'm frozen in place and cannot follow her, I desperately try to shift but can't....

I wake shaking and sweaty, I must have been dreaming of her again. My mate, alphas or alphas to be dream of their mates from the time they are 16 in the full moon pack. Back in the time where wolves and witches got on it was agreed between them it would be beneficial for us to know ahead of time what our Luna would be like. I'm now 20, I've had 4 years of this continual lustfilled dream and no luck finding my mate. How I lust for her.

I've been to every pack nearby on business with my father the alpha preparing me to take my role in life and also trying to find my beautiful mate. Most alphas take over at 18, not in our pack, we don't take over til we have found our mate the Luna as she will help us rule the pack and make us better.

Suddenly there is a knocking at my door, an unmated she-wolf I can smell her, my wolf growls, he doesn't want interruption from our dream, he wants to carry on running with our mate. Although we don't know her name we know she is ours, our mate, our world.

The she-wolf knocks again. 'Enter' I growl. She stalks into my room, 'Your father requests your presence, he has some troubling news in regards to rogues that requires you.' she replies in distaste. I slump back, of course he would send the she-wolf who fancies herself as his a chosen mate I think in disgust. 'I will be there in 5.'

My mother the Luna was slaughtered by rogues as she tended the edge of the boarders with our best fighters, she and my sister were seeing what could be done to improve the lives of the packs when 30 rogues attacked. The only one who survived was this she-wolf, Ellen. She had taken advantage of my father's grief his shattered mate bond from my mother and wormed her way into his bed and fallen pregnant with an illegitimate pup. Soon after my father married her, more for the pups sake than anyone elses. But she was a cold hearted bitch. The sooner she was out my sight the better.