Wolf, Shifted

I've been on the run from wolf shifters since the day I was found as the sole survivor of a pack massacre. It would figure that days after my twenty-first birthday I would be abducted off the street and dragged to the one place I don't want to be. The one place I shouldn't be if I want to live more than a few days: The High Alpha's Estate. Every five years the horny old bastard holds a feast where any wolf who has come of age is to shift for the first time. It's supposed to be a gathering of packs so that wolves can find their fated mates, but Mr. High Alpha likes to use it to inspect all the new shifters and get his pick of the litter. It's why his pack is so powerful, and why he rules over everyone. It's also why the female shifters flock to his estate in the hopes of being picked as his mate. Which is yet another reason I shouldn't be here. I was supposed to be hiding from the High Alpha, but now he seems to be everywhere, and it sure as hell looks like he's got something planned for me. I need to get out of here, and fast, because what I've been running from for the past twelve years is about to explode. If I'm not careful it's going to take out more than a few wolves, including the one guy who can probably tame my beast. My fated mate. That is, of course, if the High Alpha doesn't claim me first.