~~Ophelia POV~~
Today was my eighteenth birthday. The day wa supposed to be the day I find my mate and my wolf is finally mature.
Today was supposed to be a happy day but instead this day has become the most horrible day I've ever witnessed. Worse than the death of my parents. Everything playing out in front of me is absolutely awful.
My whole pack is being slaughtered right in front of me. I tried to run away but the wolves were to fast. I resorted to hiding on the side of the cottage replaying every moment in my life because I thought this moment would surely be my last.
From a distance I saw aan walking into the massacre like it wasn't happening around him. Completely tranquil.
My eyes focused in on him. He was beautiful, tall, strong. My mind was in such a haze and something smelt so good...
I study him as he walked through the slaughtered bodies. Wolves running around howling.
One of our best warriors began running at him in his wolf form and the man smiled.
Why is he smiling?
He is going to die.
About two seconds later I was proved very wrong, as the man snapped the wolf's neck in his arms and threw him to the side.
My heart started pumping out of my chest as he sniffed the air.
I am terrified.....actually scratch that, I am completely terrified.
He looks towards me, our eyes meeting and everything stops.
"MATE!!!" my wolf screams in my head.
My breath catches in my throat, but I don't even have time to register it before I'm pushed to the ground and a wolf pounces on top of me. I trash against him trying to get out from under him, but it's no use. He loves to bite my neck when a huge wolf tears his head completely off. Blood splatters all over my cloths and the cottage behind me.
I let out a deep breath, cries subconsciously escaping me.
"Mate! Mate! Mate!" My wolf chanted at me as the large wolf leaned down looking at me.
He has a red mark between his eyes, just like the Blood Moon Alpha was rumored to have. Just like Alpha Lucas Artemis Black, The Bringer of Death.