Chapter 3 Werewolf realm

2. Werewolf realm

Astrid's POV:

"Oh, Edward, hello," I said, a smile gracing my lips as I greeted my long-time crush.

"I believe someone preoccupied your mind, which resulted in you stumbling," he smirked at me.

He was the most charming young man I'd ever met, but I reminded myself that his chivalry wasn't exclusive to me. My heart, however, couldn't help but flutter at his boyish grin.

"Umm... no, I'm okay?" I replied, my words sounding more like a question. My mind had once again drifted off into the memories of our childhood days.

Back in kindergarten, Edward and I were inseparable, but as time passed, he seemed to grow distant.. Still, I was still holding on to the promise he made at the time. His words echoed in my mind, and my thoughts wandered down memory lane.

"When we grow up, Astrid, we're going to be mates," he said as we both built a sandcastle.

"Really, Edward?" I asked, my eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes, and look, I'll build a castle like this for you, where we can both play all day," Edward replied, taking my hand in his.

"Wow, so I'm going to be Luna?" I asked, and he nodded. "But I don't have a wolf like you."

"But I have one," Edward exclaimed, leaping to his feet and transforming into his brown wolf, even though he was still a pup.

I stood up and clapped as I saw him wag his tail at me, and then he licked me.

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"Astrid, are you still with me?"Edward asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I gave him a sidelong glance.

"Wired, you zone out a lot," he muttered to himself.

"Thanks for saving me, Edward. I swear, I'm getting clumsier by the day," I said, scratching the back of my neck..

"It's okay, Astrid," he said, looking at his wristwatch and then at me. "Can I catch up with you later? I have a class to attend," he asked, his face strained from the time constraint.

He is in his senior year, and exams are just around the corner.

I'm in my senior year too, but it's due to my outstanding grades. I am the youngest in the class, although Edward and I only shared one subject.

"Oh, okay, see you later then," I said as I nodded and watched him walk away.

I grumbled and turned to walk inside the school, but I still had about an hour until my classes began.

Instead of going straight to school, I opted for a different route and ended up in a nearby park. I settled onto a bench, my thoughts drifting towards the young man I'd just spoken to, Edward Hudson.

If it isn't evident, I've had feelings for him since we were kids. He is the sweetest, calmest, and most humble person I have ever encountered, but that attitude isn't reserved solely for me; he treated everyone with the same kindness.

Even though we don't talk much, I have a great attraction to him, and the only thing I ask the moon goddess is for him to be my mate.

I wasn't sure if my prayers would be answered because I still hadn't awakened my wolf.

Humans have an erroneous belief that our wolves appear when we are adolescents. Still, the truth is that we, as werewolves, are born with our wolves, who remain in our heads until we reach the age of three, at which point they appear as pups.

The period can sometimes be extended, but the deadline for our wolf to appear is by the age of ten, although I am an exception.

Everyone says they start talking to their wolves as infants and grow up with the feeling of having someone inside you. Everything appears biological, and their body adapts to it like an organ, but I don't know what that feels like because again, I don't have a wolf.

While everyone my age had their wolves appear at the age of three, and in some rare cases, infants as young as one are said to change into their wolf form, Still, I haven't witnessed that yet, but here I was, even after ten years of waiting, and my wolf didn't appear, and when I informed my mother about it, she was shocked. She questioned me about how I hadn't had a conversation with my wolf. When I denied it, she repeatedly questioned me about whether this had been the case since I was a kid. I didn't feel any of those things, so I denied everything.

My mother was distraught when she found I didn't have a wolf, which is a shame and disgrace coming from a werewolf family. She couldn't believe that I had never communicated with my wolf, even as a child..

Maybe that's why my mother dislikes me; after all, she is the daughter of an alpha who was mated to an omega.

Being an Omega didn't mean being inferior; it was the third rank in our world, and it was a position of respect and honor.

Alpha is the superior of all, followed by Beta, who is second in command, and Omega, who is third in charge.

Actually, it is a revered position, and everyone except Alpha and Beta admires and appreciates Omega. So, I am no less than royalty in terms of family relationships.

Skylar Jones and Lance Jones are my two brothers.

As I pondered my situation, I couldn't help but question why I didn't have a wolf while my brothers did.

My phone rang, a reminder that my class was about to start. I clung to one last hope-that my misery would end when Edward chose me as his mate.

Werewolves find their partners on the 'Red Moon Night,' which occurs only once a year. Anyone over the age of nineteen will discover their partners on that night.

Though I am not yet nineteen, I have one more year until I reach that age, and I hope to experience the mate link once Edward makes me his mate.

I hoisted my bag off the bench and headed back towards school.

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