Everyone was very excited about the coming of age ceremony. There were 8 of us that were going to have our first transformation that night. It was a full moon, and all of us could feel the tension in the air. The excitement was visible in all of our eyes. Coming of age was a huge deal, especially since we would finally get to mee the alpha of alphas. He was the oldest wolf rumoured to be at least 2000 years old, but no one knew his real age. He visited our clan every five years, and it so happened that this year's visit had fallen on our ceremonial full moon.
That evening we all got ready in the room above the meeting hall. A few minutes before the ceremony started, and we were supposed to go downstairs, my inner wolf began to howl. I had been in touch with her ever since I turned 18 two weeks before, but this time it was different. It was almost like she was crying out loud. The next minute, the sweetest scent of sandalwood that I have ever smelt filled the room. This scent was peculiar because I had never come across it before. Just a moment after that, I felt the change coming onto me, the uncontrollable shaking, and I burst out of my dress without warning. It was my first time transforming, and it was a total shock. I could not understand what had brought this on, and it took me a second to realize that my wolf had taken over, and I was already out of the room and running down the stairs to the meeting hall where the rest of the pack was assembling.
At that moment, there was the loudest howl I had ever heard in my life, and all around me, I saw the rest of the tribe seem to quiver. But for some reason, this howl was like a call to my soul. I looked towards the direction from which the howling was coming, and there stood the largest wolf I had ever seen. He was at least two heads taller than me, and his fur was the most decadent midnight black. His eyes seemed to bare into my soul, and at that moment, it clicked for my inner wolf and me. This was our Mate!
Jonathan
This trip was going to be different. I could feel it already, so could my wolf. The last three times I had visited Alpha Vincent's pack, I had sensed that something was pulling and begging me to stay. Every time it seemed to grow stronger, and I was harder to leave each time. This had been my tribe over 2000 years ago, and I always looked forward to running in the hills I had grown up in and let loose. This feeling of nostalgia I understood, but over the past 18 years, this new feeling did not make sense. My wolf was particularly restless this trip. As soon as my betas and I crossed the border into Alpha Vincent's pack's land, the usual faint scent of peppermint hit my nostrils. This time it seemed a little bit stronger with a more mature sweetness to it. My wolf was already whining, and I knew a run this night was going to do us both some good. When I entered the meeting hall, the scent hit me with three times the force it had ever hit me; for a moment, I lost control of my wolf, and I felt my eyes shift from their usual blue to the yellow. My beta Trevor also saw my behaviour, and he immediately put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. The rest of my betas were in crouched positions looking for the threat.
I had to open my mind link to my betas to let them know there was no threat, but they were all as confused as I was by my wolf's behaviour. At that moment, I heard noises upstairs, and a slight silver wolf with the most bottomless brown eyes rushed into the room. I had just a second to take in the situation before my wolf pushed through and transformed without coaxing. He let a howl that was so loud I saw some of my betas involuntarily bow at its weight. Then the peppermint scent seemed to sear itself into my nose and on my tongue. As my eyes met hers, all the years of confusion and torment and loneliness just melted away, and my old heart raced like a newly transformed wolf.