The Source of the Scent

Brooklyn's POV:

The people outside were still waiting for me. I couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long. I didn't want Hale to make excuses for my lateness. I quickly sent a message to Hale and put on my dress, and was about to go out when Hale's phone came again.

This time, I picked it up immediately, and yelled at the phone in a low, suppressed voice, "What else do you want?"

Forgive me for not controlling my tone.

Hale was very happy to hear my frantic voice. Through the phone, he smiled and said nothing. As the ceremony was about to start, he just wanted to congratulate Moore on his adulthood.

I knew, he just wanted to make sure I was unhappy.

But thankfully, he finally stopped pestering me this time and hung up quickly.

I walked out of the bathroom in my dress, and both Emma and Abbey were amazing at me, and even Cathy was full of praise. I was a little embarrassed by their praise.

The time soon came to evening. The setting sun on the horizon dyed half of the sky red, and the moon was looming in the sunset.

Alpha's bar mitzvah was no trivial matter, and the respected elders of Tribal Reed and the Alpha of each pack invited would be in attendance.

The men would wear their respected werewolf totem costumes, which was a werewolf standing on the edge of the canyon and howling at the moon, with half of the shoulders bare, and each pack's Alpha would also have a mark on the bare shoulders to show dignity.

They would hold torches and stand next to each ring of fire. After Moore put on the werewolf ring, they would light the ring of fire, waiting for him to transform into a werewolf, pass through the ring of fire, and complete his rite of passage.

Abbey and I stood behind Aaron, watching him greet everyone who came and went.

In fact, because of my special status, I rarely interact with these elders, and didn't even know some of their names. Instead, I only knew the man who was half a head shorter than Aaron and had a knife around his waist.

It was Aaron's brother, my uncle John, next to him was his mate Allison, followed by his daughter Doris.

All of them were wearing werewolf totem clothes and came chatting and laughing.

But I didn't have a good impression of their family. When I was a child, Doris often laughed at me as an illegitimate daughter and joined other children to exclude me. John was always jealous of Aaron Alph's status and often took the opportunity to ridicule me.

But on this occasion today, we could only show a friendly look and smile, "Thank you for coming to witness Moore's bar mitzvah."

"How can we not come on such a big day." John smiled and patted Moore's shoulder. "Good boy, you will be an adult in a blink of an eye, and the pack will depend on you in the future!"

Facing compliments, even if Moore didn't like them, he didn't put up a bad face, but just smiled without being happy at them.

John looked at me again, "Brooklyn, it's been a while, where's your husband?"

"Hale had something to do, so he can't come. He asked me to send blessings to Moore."

"I see." John's eyes rolled.

I know that he was probably thinking of some crooked idea to ridicule me again.

Really......

"Tell that kid, if he dares to bully you, I will never let him go."

"Hmph, it's like he will bully Brooklyn! The relationship between them is good enough without your concern!"

Moore couldn't help speaking for me.

"Moore!" Father Aaron scolded, "Don't you understand what John means! He's the one who will go all out for your sister!"

I thought Aaron was going to speak for John, but hearing this, he was mocking John for being a life-hungry person.

Moore and Cathy couldn't help laughing.

John looked annoyed, probably because he didn't know how to refute, so he snorted coldly and walked into the forest with his wife and children.

I crept up to Aaron and whispered, "Thank you."

"My daughter is not something anyone can bully."

Aaron winked at me.

My heart warmed again.

Seeing the next person greet Moore, I had no idea who they were, probably... some of the respected elders in the pack.

When the sky started getting dark, I saw some people with their pack's exclusive stamp engraved on their bare shoulders, which should be the Alpha of each pack invited by Aaron.

I greeted myself for a while and felt a little bored, so before it was dark, I sneaked to the side of the river to sit and rested, beating my feet.

At this time, the moon already appeared as an outline, but there were still some afterglows of the sunset on the horizon. The small river was divided into bright and dark sections by these afterglows, and those little fish  wandered happily in the crystal clear waters.

The familiar scent came again, and I realized it was stronger than before as if the source of the scent was not far from me.

I stood up abruptly and looked around.

Not far away, Aaron turned his back to me, talking to a man. He was tall and mighty, half a head taller than Aaron, and I could see he had deep green eyes, as tall as the bridge of his nose on a distant mountain.

Aaron didn't seem to start a new conversation with the man, then suddenly stepped away.

I saw the mark of a water droplets' on the man's bare shoulders, it turned out to be the Alpha of the Aries pack.

But there was also a moon print on his arm, which means that he had a daughter with his mate. The imprint of the wolf's head meant having a son.

If there are sons and daughters, or multiple children, their imprints will be merged with the mate mark... etc.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, there should be a mate mark under the moon print, but at this moment the mark was a mass of burnt.

The man and his mate were disconnected.

This was the first time I found out that someone dared to go against the arrangements of the Goddess of the Moon, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, the man seemed to realize that I was looking at him. He then suddenly raised his head, and looked straight at me.

At that moment, the sky was completely plunged into darkness. Between me and him, only the path of moonlight shed by the moon leads to each other.

The scent I keep smelling turns out to be from this man!