The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 4

DAMON.

"Stop it already!" I snap at my wolf.

"I want to run," he growls back.

"You ran this morning."

"And I want to run again. What? It's not like you have anything better to do?" he snarls.

He does have a point.

All these documents are just variations of the same thing.

"I have a daughter or a female mateless wolf, and we can offer her to you as a mate; let us have an alliance."

Disgusting, greedy, power-hungry vultures.

The whole lot of them.

The Blackwater pack is the most powerful and lethal in this side of the hemisphere, and everyone wants to be its friend.

And instead of going about it the usual, honorable way, they offer their she-wolves up as a bargain.

Like they didn't matter.

I wish I could find my mate already.

It would certainly put a stop to this nonsense.

"Run."

"Okay, okay. I have heard you," I mutter as I stand up. "We will go for your stupid run."

I pack up the collated files and dump them in the trash as I walk out.

I get to the mansion's entrance, and in one long leap, I jump out into the woods, shifting in mid-air and tearing my clothes.

Mother is not going to like that.

I race through the woods, letting the breeze run through my fur and the sounds of the woods beating in tandem with my heart.

I love running.

It is the one time I am free to be myself.

It is also the only time I get to admire my wolf.

It is a magnificent creature.

Huge, with a mass body build.

And Gold.

Yes, gold.

The only people who have seen it are my parents and my sister.

No one else is allowed to see it.

Only when I find my mate.

Per my mother's instruction. 

Why? She wouldn't say. But I trust her, and let's be honest, having a gold-coated wolf is reason enough to listen to her order.

I have never run with my pack, a fact that grieves me but one I have to continue.

Fortunately, they trust me.

Well, most of them do.

A few years ago, a group of rebellious wolves spread a rumor that I was wolflees and their leader had challenged me to a duel.

He had shifters in his will form and attacked me before I could get in position.

I killed him with just one twist of my hand on his neck.

Still in human form.

The rest of his gang were quickly executed, and dissent was quieted.

This knowledge somehow spread to other packs, causing fear and wariness.

Some took it as a challenge.

For some reason, the previous Alpha of the Skylight pack had taken that as a challenge.

He and some of his warriors sneaked into my lands and sought to kill me.

In my own home.

I sent back only his headless corpse for burial. His head and the corpses of the other wolves were hanged at the front of the pack for a week as a warning to those who would try anything similar.

Suffice it to say I earned the fear and respect of everyone.

All I need to accomplish is my mate.