Werewolf
I had four best friends. I'd grown up with three of them. Whatever I did, I wanted to do it with them.Then the North's snow season ended. We'd all come of age, and it was time to choose which pack alliance to join.That day, they suggested we settle it with a majority-rules game.Five glass jars, one for each of us. On a slip of paper, we each answered one question."Which alliance do you want to join the most?"I'd just finished writing when Ella Monroe, an orphan the pack had only just taken in, suggested we all reveal what we'd written.One by one, they held up their slips. Every single one of them had applied for the North, a land swept by wind and grit.When Kyle Harlow, the Alpha's son, saw that I'd chosen the warm South, he started pleading, "Sasha, I can't be without you. Won't you come North with us? Do it for me. All five of us, together. Nobody gets left behind."That night, in front of everyone, I sealed my pledge to serve on the Northern border with a thumbprint in blood.As a reward, Kyle hung the moonstone meant for his future mate around my neck.I was so happy.But when my posting orders arrived, I went to find them. From outside the cave, I overheard their conversation. They were all cracking up."Heard that idiot Sasha's orders came through. She's going North all by herself. If she finds out we're going South, you think she'll explode?""With her brains? She won't figure it out. A few slips of paper had her totally fooled.""Ella's the smart one. She came up with the majority-rules game to dump the dead weight.""Kyle sacrificed the most, though. He even threw in the moonstone meant for his future mate."My foot struck a tin can with a loud clang.They all looked up at me, and everything went dead silent.
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