My name is Serena Smith and I'm a werewolf, no I'm not talking about those big mutts you see in the movies. I'm talking about the werewolves that you hear about in lore. The kind that thrived in the old age. The kind that tore apart everyone and everything in their path. Our kind has been around for millennia, and as the alpha's daughter, it's my job to carry on our line. However, my kind wasn't the only ones out there. There were a few nightwalkers left, half-breeds which are vampires and take up some of the nightwalkers traits, other were-creatures, witches, and fairies. Some believe that there are still dragons, however, I have yet to see any. I would love to fight one. If I remember correctly a nightwalker and my kind were supposed to be in love but she then killed him. It was in the past, but our kind still hated nightwalkers. I wonder if I’ll see any in this ridiculous contest.

My father has brought different packs of wolves and others to our land from all over the world to compete for my hand, he has this notion that I'll find my mate here. If not my mate, then a suitor of some kind. I honestly have no interest in this. Nor do I want a mate. However, I do love my father but sometimes he makes the worst decisions. And I for one hate this the most of all my father plans to get me a mate or a suitor. However, I do not wish for a mate nor suitor, they make you weak and the weak do not survive.

For the last few years my father has tried finding me a suitor, naturally, I have denied them all. I don't want my mate to be found for me. I'd rather look for them myself, but nobody seems to understand that. At the same time, I was being forced to look when I don't feel ready to find a mate. And the moon goddess knows I don't want someone who isn't my mate by her choice but sometimes something has to give in order to find the one I want. Or someone that can keep up with me for a little while. If not, I'll just kill them.

Sure, I've dated before, but I never had much luck. Most people only get with me because they think they will gain my power my becoming the next Luna or Alpha. That makes it hard for me to see who is genuinely interested in me or just my power. I've tried putting myself out there with my own charm but every time I've been with someone they cheated on me. It's made me feel worthless. It made me hate relationships. It put me off the idea of finding my mate because I wouldn't trust them, so it made it hard for me to trust someone that was out there that was made for me but the moon goddess herself. But because of that I've started killing those who have hurt me. My actions almost cause wars to happen but because our pack is the strongest no one would dare invade our land. Even if they try to invade nothing would stop us from killing all those who enter and their families.

The last person I dated was a beta named Derek. We had some fun and the sex was at best mediocre. He was a jerk to those weaker than him and an all-around ass, but my father asked me to give him a chance, and so I did. Then he slept with my closest friend well, who I thought was my friend. I snapped that night and banish my friend to become a rogue and sent Derek back to his pack broken and stripped of his power becoming the weakest. There lucky I didn’t kill him. But I didn't stop there, I did kill his father and mother and left his baby sister nothing more than a mere shell of what she use to be. Then for my so call best friend I simply killed her family and casted her out. I would of killed her but we were friends for so long that I couldn't do it. So instead I made her a rouge.

As you could imagine my father wasn't thrilled with my new-found attitude. He tried everything he could to help me. To convince me that there were better people out there. But after a while, the face began to blend together, and the names slipped my mind and the feeling of being numb to the pain the people brought to me, made me detest love. Besides causing pain and killing was better than love. Pain could never hurt me the way love did.

That is who I am, Serena Smith, a young soon to be Alpha who wants nothing more to lead her pack with strength and protect those who she leads. However, to please my father I most part take in these games to find a mate or something close to it. I do not want to upset my dad, but this really pissed me off. The mere thought of having a suitor disgust me. And to find my mate made me shake with numbness. Or kill them.

As I look out onto the crowd I see men and women alike, all strong capable warriors willing to fight for my hand. The only concern I have is why me? Why am I subjugated to this? There are other old bloodlines out there. So why me? But so be it, I am doing this not for myself but for my father. To please him. Nonetheless this year’s game I've created and added something that I believe will be beneficial to me. Whomsoever makes it to the final challenge will face off against me in hand to hand combat. If they succeed in defeating me then we'll speak in private on the matter of there being an us. If the lose they lost their right to live and will be ended by my hand. Should they lose I will be suitor and mate free for as long as I can until my father has had enough.

“Look at them all Serena they have gathered here from the far reaches of the world for you, for your hand.” I can hear the excitement in my father's voice. He's so determined on me finding my mate. He doesn't seem to understand it can't just fall into my lap. Nor do I want a mate. It would be troublesome and once again love makes you weak. And I am no weakling.

“Father your eagerness is getting on my nerves, you know that having a mate is a destined thing, not something you can force must you insist on pestering me with these childish games.” I wanted this day, this week to be over with so I can go on a hunt, or to just not be anywhere near anyone who wants to get my hand in these games and just be at peace before I snap.

My father chuckles to himself before answering me. “Serena, I spent my entire teenage years bouncing back and forth between women. I'd rather you at least have a better opportunity to find your mate early enough, so you have a lifelong of experiences with them whoever they are.” I could tell he just wanted me to be happy.

I look towards my father's grizzled face, I take in his features he's always been a wise man. Quite attractive as well. My mother often spoke about how much mates are important to you. She always lectured me about saving yourself for your mate, I never understood what she meant but seeing my father now even after all the years she's been gone. I know that inside he's still hurting, and he wants me to experience what he and my mother had. Even if I did want a mate, I could never fully understand what my father went through when he lost his mate and I don't think I could continue to live without my mate. That is if I even find them.

When I was a little girl my mother and I were in the forest. I had just had my first shift and she was teaching me how to move as a wolf. The first hour was spent goofing off, chasing each other and playing with the forest animals. When the sun had started to set in the distance we started our walk home. Me being a kid that I was I wanted to play and race I took off in the other direction and rogues found me.

A large group, there were five to six at the most. The largest one had walked over to me showing his canines to make my wolf bow in submission. I was fighting it off but then the next thing I knew my mother was in front of me. She fought, she was winning. But she couldn't keep track of me and kill all those rogues.

Before long the other pack members had found us. My father arrived, looking around frantically as he found us my head buried in my mother's chest. On that day I promise myself I would never again be weak. I would be never again be defenseless, I would kill those who took my mother from me and that no one would fight my battles for me. I would protect my pack with my strength and ruthlessness. No one would ever be killed in front of me again.

She gave everything for me and in the end, I failed her. If I had just listened to her and stayed by her side, she'd still be here I wouldn't have gotten her killed. My pack wouldn't resent me, my father would still be happy. I would be happy. But I wasn't and now I'm being force into something I want no part in.

The game begins. It was in full swing now. I was lost in thought to even notice that the first event would start at any moment now. It begins with a race the men and women gather onto a wide-open field the objective is to reach the end of the field run into the forest and grab the custom-made flag. The flag was of my own design. It has the moon and one star; the base color was black while the moon and star were embroidered with my favorite color red and my mother's favorite blue.

If you can return with the flag in hand you win, and you move onto the next challenge. As I said before it begins each and every person takes off into the woods. And now it a waiting game. A game that I particularly don't want to play.

This should be interesting. But I still do not care for these games. Maybe someone will die.