“I can feel him. I swear! He’s here. He has to be,” I say.

My boss, Sean, rolls his eyes and tosses me a dirty glass. “Just clean this out for me, mate. I don’t want to hear about any quests. I understand. You’re royalty, like the bloody queen!” he exclaims.

A few of the patron drunks laugh at me, but I don’t give a damn. “Laugh all you want, you redcoats. I’m going to find my omega. Together, we’re going to reclaim the our home. I’ll get my abilities back. Just try me, pal.”

Sean chokes on his laughter. I’ve never seen him laugh so hard. It definitely pisses me off, but I can’t do anything about it. Somehow, my abilities have been turned off. I feel more beta than alpha.

“He thinks he’s Harry Potter!” Sean is crying tears of joy. “You know what? Keep speaking, actually. This is too funny!”

I clean the glass and keep my mouth shut. This type of stuff happens every single day. My Goddess, it has been wearing me down too. These people don’t understand. They’ve read the ancient texts, but think it’s a bunch of hogwash. To top it all off, I can’t even find Frisky Pines on a map.

When we kissed that night, something terrible happened to our world. I’m here, left to figure out what we stumbled into.

After I get out of the bar, I walk toward the roundabout with the cabs. I whistle loudly and step into a car. Quietly, we drive through the fog, toward my flat.

I hate my boss. I hate this stupid city. The old bricks do nothing for me. Jonas doesn’t even know my whole story. We never got to share all of those intimate details that a couple normally shares after a couple of dates.

My family left me at a young age, forcing me to search to the ends of the earth for my pack. I grew up in a small town, with zero clue what to do. It’s not my parent’s fault for leaving. We were attacked in the middle of the night. Betas. There was no reason for their brutality. They’re just hateful people.

I should have followed them, but I was young and I didn’t know how to act quick enough. I was deathly afraid of what might happen if they found us again. Instead, I found a small nook, underneath a rock. I hid under there for three full days. After that, I learned to make my own home in Frisky Pines. I never saw my family again.

Jonas. Is it you that I’m feeling? I know my powers are gone here, but I think I feel you’re essence nearby. I hope I’m not wrong.

At home, I look through every newspaper article I can find. There has to be something about Frisky Pines somewhere. The history of our people stems from that city alone. How has no one even heard the name?

This is the routine I have made for myself here. I was once a warrior, with a fated mate to boot. Now, I am nothing. I’m just a speck of dust, sprinkled on the map.

When no mention of Frisky Pines is found in the paper, I look on the internet. Of course, there’s nothing, except a few naughty videos. I click through them, it’s mainly people dressed up in furry costumes.

I turn on the television and sleepily gnaw against the bone of a sizzling piece of meat. An old program is playing: the Secret Societies of England.

“Give me a break,” I find myself saying.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small note. It’s from Freddie. I guess he wrote it in the northern caves before we put down the evil roaming inside. “How is it that you can know someone so well without ever speaking to them? The best things in life are forged in stone. It was our destiny to meet, my alpha. And I’ll love you to the ends of the earth and back if that’s what it takes.”

I read it all the time, so that I can feel that special feeling again. I smell the edges of the paper. A tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away and place the note back into my pocket.

The television blares, cutting out in harsh fragments. I walk up to the screen and tap its head. “Stupid cable,” I mutter. The screen flashes in and out of static. “Cmon!”

I smack it a few more times to try and get it to go back to normal. Then, something peculiar happens. The television freezes on what looks like Logan’s face. “…door is locked. Can you hear me? The door is locked. Can you hear me? The door is…”

The television cuts back to the original program. Holy moly… “Wait!” I scream. I hit the top of the screen again, but it’s no use.

I fall against the monitor. My arms wrapp around the dusty glass. “Why? Goddesses, why are you tormenting me? Is it you, the fate sisters? What have I done?”

But there’s no answer. There is only silence. The program talks about how there once were many secret organizations of Great Britain, but in more recent times, they were forced out of the country.

“Just like us,” I remark.

The screen flashes a group of men, holding a set of inscriptions. They walk slowly to the chapel ahead of them. The narrator says, “This was the last day that scholars heard their hymns. On the next morning, they had vanished.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” I whisper.

On their chest are the letters: F.P. “Frisky Pines.”