Amarah I watch from the tree-line as the men finally pull their attention back to the clearing and I almost burst out in laughter at the dumbfounded look on their faces, they didn’t even notice we left. I see one of them focused on our tree-line, but I know he will not be able to find me. As I step away from my hiding spot I throw one more look over my shoulder, before I head back to my office and engulf myself with the paperwork that is waiting for me, if I get the chance to start working that is. I know my best friends studied the man candy across the clearing and they will tell me who they think they are. I had only glanced at them for a second and the only thing I can tell you is that they are tall and broad, but I wouldn’t be able to point them out to you. As I close the door of my office I see that my friends are already sloughed down on the couches and before I get the chance to sit down behind my desk Eos says “Those were High-ranking members of Dark Mountain Pack. I met Xanthos, the one with light brown hair, in a small town on the other side of their territory.” Ione nods her head and confirms that they had met him, also telling us that the blond guy and dark brown haired guy were Alpha Theseus’ Beta and Gamma. That makes Xanthos his Delta, Ione asks out loud who the other two are and I ask her to describe the two. The first one she describes is a Warrior according to Melia and when she starts describing the last man I know immediately who he is, Alpha Theseus himself. Eos calls dips on him and I wish her luck in trying to get his attention. “Story is that it was his Mate that got killed that night and he doesn’t want a chosen Mate if he can’t find his second chance Mate, which leaves the Pack for Damien’s Son if he dies without an heir.” I say and I hear the girls growl at my words or should I say his name.I shut out the conversation that is heading in the direction of Mates and today I don’t feel like participating in it, I ignore their voices as I read through the first file on my desk. Talking about Mates is a topic I have avoided for the past five years and I doubt it will get easier as more years pass. For most Werewolves my single status is strange, but it is just the way things are and so far it doesn’t bother me. My Pack is not worried about the fact that their leaders have not found their Mates yet and as Ione’s Mom always says the Goddess probably needs to find strong matches for us. Being an Alpha makes me dominant in everything I do and that tends to scare away any male. I never care what anyone thinks of me and if anyone feels the urge to tell me how they feel about me they quickly find out that I am not a push over. I have broken quiet a few bones growing up and I never regretted any of them, but after I turned sixteen it was as if a switch was flipped in my head. I was able to control my temper, but it also made me more intimidating as my face showed the anger or aggression I felt and that scared off even more males. Dad started my training when I was seven years old after my first outburst, an allied Pack had been visiting and the Alpha had taken his Sons with him. Both of them were arrogant and annoying, but when they told me I would never be allowed to take over from my Dad as I was a weak female hell broke loose. Both of them ended up in the infirmary, while Ione and I had laughed our asses off and Dad had tried to play peacemaker with the boys. Their Father however demanded to know from his Sons what they had done and once they had told him everything he had told them it served them right. He did suggest to Dad that he would start my training, to give me an outlet for my anger and to make sure I would know how to throw a punch without immediately breaking bones. Both boys grew up respecting me as a female and as an Alpha and now a days we have a good relationship, with mutual respect. Both of them found their Mates in the past few years and their Mates keep them on a short leach, not tolerating any bullshit from them. Mom sometimes asks me if I would consider a chosen Mate, but just one look from me and she puts her hands up in surrender. It is not that Mom wants me to take a chosen Mate, but she would understand if I would ever start thinking about it.