HE’S MINE TO CLAIM: STRANDED WITH MY BESTFRIEND’S UNCLE

MAYA

Sitting by my window in my lonely one-room apartment couldn't be any interesting for this coming holiday. I had nowhere to go and no one to spend Christmas with. I wasn’t living in my pack but a foreign pack for school, without families and friends. I could only imagine how Christmas would turn out in my hometown at Denver Pack.

I'm just here at Hollyville Pack for college, the cost of traveling back would be quite high for a college student like me but I wasn't even planning on going back. I would stay here till the new year, celebrating it all by myself.

I blinked my eyes, sighing as thoughts of a mate came through my mind. It would have been pretty much romantic with a mate by my side. Christmas will mark my end of being eighteen and yet I couldn't stumble upon a mate. Werewolves usually find their mates by eighteen, only rarely do they find above this year. Without a mate after eighteen, it would seem in the eyes of everyone she's cursed or not a virgin. Here in the world of the werewolves, these could be the possible two reasons.

“Goddess. This is sad!” I shook my head sadly.

Almost dropping to my bed, my phone buzzed.

Who's it?

I peered through it and it was my best friend, Cheryl. The only friend I had here in Hollyville. My face lit up with an expectant smile. She is the closest person I have here in Vermont. Without her, my stay here would be gloomier.

I tapped on the Accept button quickly.

“Hello bunnie,” I chuckled. I loved calling her bunnie when I'm not calling her real name, she loves rabbits so much, loves using their emojis.

“Yesssss,” she dragged, ending in a chuckle. “I have a request, can you spend this Christmas with my family and I?”

Goooo!

My wolf suddenly came up. I shrieked.

“Is this really a coincidence?” I questioned myself. I was just thinking about this and now it's happening. She's inviting me over to the countryside. First thought that came to mind.

Would I find a mate over there?

It seemed I was just unlucky in the city and changing location could bring a turn of luck.

“Yessss!” I didn't wait to reply, I couldn't hide my excitement as I jumped up, squealing and dancing.

“Wowww,” Cheryl's voice came up, stunned as I showed so much excitement. “It's three days until Christmas week. I'll be driving to pick you up the day after tomorrow. Get prepared.”

I giggled, nodding.

Christmas in the Province of Vermont, here in Hollyville, was acclaimed as the most beautiful adventure to experience. With the calm, serene atmosphere, blessed by perfect green fields and valleys extending to the borders of the pack, it stood out as unique. The streets barely had a car or people walking, it’s pretty much calm and reserved than the buzz of city life, the noise and loud music. Being an introvert,