River & Her Royal Mate novel Chapter 1

“River Landon!”

The march across the stage was eternal, mortifying, and utterly soul shaking.

But she had managed with minimal trembling and only one minor stumble. It shouldn’t have been so hard. This was a good thing.

It meant the end of suffering. The start of something new.

Change is good, right?

But standing up in front of hundreds of people, none of whom had ever treated her as anything but an inconvenience at best, or a curse at worse, was about the most torturous thing River Landon could imagine.

Even if it was to get her diploma and get the hell away from the horrors of high school.

Absolute. Terror.

Cold sweat and a squirming stomach full of nothing didn’t do her any favors either.

A blur of light and a murmur of sound assaulted her as she crossed the stage.

On the far end of the stage, she caught her breath and looked down. The steps of the stage looked up dauntingly at her.

It’s over. Just. Don’t. Fall.

The diploma crinkled in her clenched fist.

Another blur and she found her seat.

More time travel and she stood in the hall, her Grandma Lucy and Aunt Klara approaching to hug her and offer warm congratulations. River wondered if they could see through the sickly smile she offered them in response.

Why was she like this?

At home and outdoors on her hikes she felt like the confident, headstrong woman from every amazing story she devoured by the stack every night.

She was even in great shape. She liked how she looked and how strong she felt.

Until she had to face her peers.

Throw on a backpack, step into the locker-lined halls of hell-high and suddenly she was a quivering lump of Victoria Pullman’s everlasting strawberry chewing gum, spat carelessly onto the sidewalk.

It didn’t help that she was hopeless when it came to getting “dolled up” as her grandma called it. Fashion wasn’t her forte.

And Victoria Pullman and her gang always made a point of rubbing that in.

But that was all behind her.

Everything would change soon, she could feel it.

Because River Landon was a werewolf about to come into her prime. That meant the mating bond would lock onto the fellow wolf she was meant for and she would finally shift for the first time.

The mating bond was the answer to her problems. Her inner wolf would finally emerge.

A growing sensation of rightness that came with her kind’s maturing had finally popped into existence this past spring. She was promised to a mate, and she just knew it would help.

The fact that it was Clay Baldwin, the pack Alpha’s son, was another source of anxiety, but this was fate. It would all work out, despite the young man’s less than favorable nature.

Clay was…well, Clay.

Captain of the football team. Show-off. Asshole.

But he was damn good looking. The way his blond hair flipped down over his forehead, stopping just short of his mischievous, dark brown eyes. That pompous smirk that told everyone that he would get what he wanted, one way of another.

She was certain the mating bond would bring him around to treating her appropriately.

That’s how it worked. Probably.

More importantly, once she was mated, she could start college with the certainty of the bond and who she was. Her inner wolf would see to it.

If only she could be sure that her inner wolf would actually make an appearance.

Not everyone in her school was part of the local pack. The majority of them were just human.

But a large contingent of the students were born from werewolf parents, and just about every one of them had begun to hear their ‘wolf sides’ around sophomore year. It was an inherent change that followed puberty and culminated in the first shift into wolf form that could happen any time thereafter.

For everyone except River.

Because, you know, she was freaking cursed.

It wasn’t like every single person at school treated her like dirt. Some people were nice, and she had a few acquaintances who would come close to friends, but within the wolf community, she was definitely frowned upon. Ostracized.

Her Aunt Klara, and Grandma Lucy navigated it so well. Like they weren’t sneered at and ignored everywhere they went. River wished she could be that brave. Care that little.

But she was the child of a traitor, daughter of a broken mutt.

As if it was her fault who her parents had been and what her father had done.

According to Grandma Lucy, the horrible fate that had befallen her dad wasn’t all that uncommon with true mates.

River’s mother, Audrie, struggled in her pregnancy and ultimately died during childbirth. Which was uncommon in the wolf community.

Their bodies were strong. Most females had fairly easy pregnancies and deliveries due to the supernatural fortitude of were-kind.

So that meant Audrie must have been weak. Weakness was not viewed favorably. Audrie abandoned her family by dying.

And Roy couldn’t survive without his mate. Or he wouldn’t.

Suicide was pretty much the most shameful thing you could do as a wolf. Pride and pack loyalty should have kept him from the act, not to mention his responsibility to his new child.

Grandma Lucy viewed the loss of her son differently, and had taught River to look at things from another stand point. She saw the heartbreak for what it was because she understood it, having lost her own mate.

Between her and Klara Oswald, her mother's best friend, River had grown up with very limited exposure to the mean treatment and disapproving looks thrown their way by the pack. Only once she entered high school did she start to see the first signs of dismissal and cruelty.

Most of the time, she was simply ignored or left out. But when she was singled out, the methods ranged from classics like toilet papering her locker or tripping her when her hands were full of books, to the slightly more creative sabotage of gluing her books shut, and even one instance of soaking her bra pads in ink so they bled through her shirt when she changed back into her regular clothes.

Those previous days of freedom from the pressures of the pack returned briefly for the first week of summer after graduation. River spent almost every day out in the hills, climbing, swimming, and exploring the wilderness near her hometown.