4 years prior
Lucas shifted the first full moon after his sixteenth birthday, just like most werewolves did. Celia had watched it happen from the edge of the training field. It was tradition to gather there every full moon after turning sixteen, waiting for that first shift.
Except Celia had a problem. She had no idea when her birthday was. So she came every month, waiting.
Waiting for a shift that was beginning to feel less and less likely. Sometimes she wondered if the rumors were right. Was she really a werewolf at all?
Lucas had a beautiful wolf, large and russet brown with bright green eyes. His wolf had been bigger than anyone else’s that night, which wasn’t surprising considering he was an alpha.
Arlo. That’s what he said his wolf was called. He’d told Celia all about it, how i
