Barely Breathing

"I said it's fine Tash."

I argued at Tasca for the nth time. We were whisper-shouting in the backseat. She was upset at my choice of clothing for the annual mate hunt.

"You tricked me! You said you'll going to wear the purple dress!"

Tasca’s right. I tricked her by telling her to wait for me outside with the other girls going with us. I waited until it was time to go then emerged and hopped in the car. That way she would not be able to drag me to my room and force me into that dress. A brilliant idea isn't it?

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Looking down at my outfit, as if to prove a point.

I am wearing a blank tank top matched with black leggings. Over it was my long red blazer jacket. To finish the look, I wore my black rubber shoes. And I had my wavy scarlet hair tightly tied into a ponytail. I don't look that bad after all. Besides, I can't fight well wearing a dress.

Tasca gave me an 'are you serious' look and crossed her arms but argued no more. Phew... finally, she stopped nagging me. I can't blame her though. She had been anticipating the annual mate hunt since she turned eighteen.

She grew up in a normal werewolf family where mothers encourage their daughters into the beauty of having a mate, and fathers in guiding their sons for this yearly event.

If only my parents were still alive. I wonder, will I be as excited as Tash? Perhaps, maybe I won’t be scared of the idea of finding a mate. I washed away the thoughts. I have to survive tonight and move on with my life.

fall for your tricks next time.” She said mumbling. So, she’s not

do pity the one who will choose you because he has a lot on his plate

pouted while brows knitted together. “That’s harsh

smiled at that, weighing her words on my

wiggling her brows. “See, that’s why we’re good

one of the firsts who accepted me into their pack and since then, our friendship continues to grow. And here we are, both going into the annual event. We were lucky the venue this year was near our pack. It was a two-hour trip. Some packs

by the council’s rules. The annual mate hunt is an exception. Every year, members of our

and Tash’s included. The other girls were Ehren and Adriana. Adriana is a sweet girl. She’s with Tash and me in the

very pretty with gorgeous blonde hair and a curvy body. She had debuted last year but much to our surprise, she hadn’t been claimed. She seemed nice to

the car at the front of a beautiful and intricate gate made of gold. It was arched upward, giving that sophisticated vibe. I exited the car followed by the others and observed the expanse of brick walls

Adrianna gasped. “This place is

of one of our pack members. She was in her late twenties, having her loving mate and kids.

admitted, fidgeting with

fine dear.” Emma hugged

She whispered, biting