It's time for me to bend straight; there are some

lines I must not cross here. But every time I see

him, the lines curve, gnawing into my soul... for he

is my mate.

If the moon has made me this way, then I should be

moon-blessed, not moon-cursed.

He is the alpha, and I am his beta.

This is our destiny, yet

nobody can know that the moon has doubly blessed and

cursed us with the forbidden love.

A hidden, dark fire. It was our

secret. A secret we denied - a secret too dark to share.

We don't bend that way.

I left. I had to escape the torture, the heartache - I lived among humans; I studied them.

I discovered myself. Or, I should say, my professor, discovered me.

They can never know that a human male seduced me, or that I loved him; it means

certain death for both of us. He taught me everything I know, made me the wolf I am

today. But even that love was not enough.

I return to my pack today. Leaving the sophisticated freedom of the city for the stifling

traditionalism of my pack - a place where my soul, my desire, my love must be locked

away and hidden.

This ache is my one true companion, never leaving my side.

Perhaps the pain never ends, but I must go on. I'm not the runt I once was. My body is

lean, muscled, and powerful now. I see my transformation in their eyes.

I see it in his eyes.

He may be my alpha, but he will come to me. The moon may have cursed us both, and

our path may be full of torture, pain, and lines so curved that we get lost - but I have

no choice.

He has no choice.

It is time for me to bend straight for the pack - but in my soul, I know my lines are

curved and undulating, and that they all lead to him, my rightful mate. My cursedmate, one that fate demands, and that society forbids.I don't know how to go on....