No, no, no, no, no. Please, no.
Please don’t be dead. She can’t be dead.
I look up the tree to see my mate sitting on a branch too high up for me to reach, even standing on my hind legs. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted in an uncomfortable way. She’s beautiful, with grey hair, resembling liquid silver, alabaster skin resembling porcelain, slender body with long toned arms and legs, wearing only shorts and a sports bra. I sigh in relief hearing the sound of her heartbeat. She’s alive.
What breaks my heart, though, is how faint her heartbeat is and the smell of blood surrounding her, and the number of scars I notice on her body the longer I watch her. They vary in shape and size, but to leave permanent scars the wounds had to be quite serious. Some of the scars did not even fade; they’re black, as if not allowed to heal properly. What the hell has happened to her?
I look around to look for some sort of bag or anything she could’ve taken her things in, but there is nothing. Is what she wears all she has? Where did she come from? What is her name? Why is she barefoot and hurt? Why does she have those scars? What color are her eyes? The questions flood my mind, and before I know it, my wolf starts growling lowly, thinking about the hell my mate went through. I also notice another smell on her, one I really don’t like. It’s musky and masculine, which makes my wolf furious. A female only carries a male’s scent after mating. Did she give herself to another man? She’s supposed to be MINE!
My wolf starts snarling and growling in her direction, followed by the others.
The sound wakes her up and I sit on my rump to wait for her to analyze the situation she’s in and make a move. When she looks into my eyes, I feel the world stop. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of silver and I can’t take my eyes of her.
When she calms down and sits on the branch, probably waiting for us to leave, I start scratching at the bark of the tree, wanting her to get down.
‘Come on, I have to get her down here. She’s hurt!’ I tell the guys and they join me and start scratching the tree too. With our combined effort we could possibly tear through the bark and collapse the tree, but I don’t want my mate hurt.
She seems to make a decision and we immediately stop scratching. She must've liked our reaction cause she carefully goes down another branch. We back up a little to give her some space. Then she goes down another one, and we sit down to put her at ease. She stays careful, though, staying out of our reach.
My body tenses in anticipation, but at the same time I’m terrified of scaring her. Does she even know about werewolves? What if she doesn’t? How do I explain it to her? We would have to wait until the next full moon in few weeks to even be able to talk. Would she stay with a pack of wolves with no people around for weeks, though?
I stop my inner monologue when I see her getting down to the ground. As soon as she sets a foot on the ground, she winces, which causes my wolf to snarl and growl at the state of her feet.
She quickly scrambles back on the tree, and I almost whimper. ‘You scared her, dipshit!’ I scold my wolf, Demon. ‘I didn’t mean to!’ he snarls at me in my head.
I start scratching the tree again, encouraging her to come down again.
She seems deep in thought for few seconds. When she looks down, I immediately know that she’s going to get down and take few steps back.
Once she’s safely on the ground, the others go around her to not let her get back on the tree and she’s left with only me in front of her.
I carefully go towards her. She’s not backing away, that’s a good sign. When she’s cornered between me and the tree I quietly press my forehead to hers and simply relish the contact of my mate.
I snuggle into her hair and breathe in her scent. The masculine scent I smelled earlier is nonexistent in her hair, so I try to locate it by sniffing around her. I move my head so my nose is in the crook of her neck, where my mark would be.
Then I remember her bleeding feet and step back to look at her. The weird masculine scent hits me again. My wolf is livid now. My whole body goes rigid trying to locate the source of the smell. I look down at her feet again, growling lowly. How did that happen? The state of her legs is beyond concerning, but she acts as if it’s nothing.
‘We could let her ride us, so she wouldn’t have to walk. I certainly don’t mind having her body on mine’, my wolf offers with a smirk.
I almost snort out loud at that. ‘Yeah, and do you think she would simply get on a wolf’s back? She most likely doesn’t know about werewolves, how am I supposed to convince her that we’re not going to hurt her? How am I going to treat her wounds without my fucking HANDS?!’ I lose my temper and yell at Demon in my head, getting him to shut up.
‘Guys, we’re taking my mate with us.’
‘But she’s human!’ Mason exclaims in shock.
‘So what!’ I boom at him. What is wrong with her being a human? It’s been so long since we had a natural mating, not an arranged one. Besides, I’m the Alpha, so her being my mate means she’s rightfully my Luna, the Alpha Female, meaning she’s to be respected the same way I am.
‘Damn right she’s my Luna. He better shut his mouth or I will shut it for him’, Demon agrees. He’s been waiting for a mate his whole life, just like I was, so I know he’s not going to give her up.
‘Of course I’m not, idiot. She’s mine and it’s going to stay that way!’ He screams in my head.
‘Give me control, Leo, I want my mate.’ Demon demands. We get along pretty well, so I don’t really have problem with us switching places.
‘Okay, but don’t do anything rash. We don’t want to scare her away, got it?’ I try to make sure we are on the same page about it.
‘I’m not stupid, you little fuck. I love her; I’m not going to hurt her!’ Demon argues. To say I’m shocked would be an understatement. Love? Isn’t it too early for that?
‘Already? That’s a bit-’
‘What? She’s my mate! We’re destined to be with her! She may not have a wolf for me to be with, but I’m still hers, as she is mine.’
‘OURS.’ I remind him.
‘Yeah, yeah, ours.’
Once I take over, I head back towards my mate. She’s mine. Damn, she’s so beautiful. And she’s all mine. For eternity. Some may call me strange, but I’d rather be with a human that the fates have given me than a wolf that I would be forced to choose to take as Luna, only so that I could have an heir to take over the Alpha position. So excuse me for being possessive of my mate when I get her.
My whole body is yearning for her touch, so I come closer and crouch on the ground, putting my head under her hand so that her slender fingers run through my fur. I have never felt better, her touch and the tingles running through my body are heavenly!
I look into her eyes, hoping she would understand my intention to bring her with me, but she doesn’t seem to realize what I want. Her beautiful silver eyes stare at me in confusion and I have to pretty much force myself to look away from her.
I gently take her wrist in my jaw and tug on it to tell her that I want her to follow me.
I tell the guys to split and escort us back to the pack house.
The journey through the woods is quiet; no one says a thing in the mind link, knowing better than to piss me off now. They seem to have problems with my mate being a human, especially Mason and Shane. Leo may not have noticed the hostility in Shane's eyes as he glared at her, but I did. HE GLARED AT HER! How dare him! He always had something against humans, even though he’s never had any contact with them before. If he as much as looks at my mate the wrong way, I’ll put him in his place once and for all. I told him to go in front of us so that he can concentrate on leading the way and not on my mate. He better not challenge me on this, I’m not Leo to simply let it slide. I’m way more emotional and impulsive than him. I will not hesitate to remove Shane’s head from his shoulders if he pisses me off.
We near the clearing where the pack house is. Well, more like houses. Throughout the years we got rid of the windows and locks in doors, seeing as most of the time we are in our wolf’s forms. Oh, no. What if my mate doesn’t like it there? What about the lack of windows? She will get cold at night. She can’t get sick because of me. Maybe I can just sleep with her and my body heat will keep her warm.
My thoughts are disturbed by Mason’s saying that we’re here. Huh, I haven’t even noticed.
My beautiful mate stays still and seems to analyze her surroundings quickly. I use this moment to head towards the guys to talk to them.
‘Shane, fucking look at her wrong way one more fucking time, I goddamn dare you!’ I snarl at Shane as soon as I get near him, making sure my mate doesn’t notice. I don’t want to scare her.
‘Sorry, Alpha, but there is something strange about her, I don’t know what it is, but it unnerves my wolf. He’s been restless the whole way here, like he’s waiting for an attack or something. I also smelled some weird scent on her. It doesn’t seem to belong to her, but my wolf is getting more and more agitated the longer we smell it.’
I’m surprised Shane noticed the weird scent on my mate; he didn’t get that close to her to smell it. I always wanted him to be the Beta, but Leo said something about betraying Mason by doing this, but I think he simply wanted someone more level-headed to hold such position. Shane is a psycho, that’s why I like him. He follows orders well, but he’s not exactly a composed person. Just like me, he gets impulsive sometimes, okay most of the time, and it often ends up badly. He’s brutal and I like that about him, but not when he’s directing his anger at my mate.
‘I know what you mean, I smelled it too. But there is no way for us to know what it is, and we can’t really ask her about it. We’ll watch the borders and keep an eye on any humans nearby. No matter what, I’m not giving her up. What I’m concerned about is the state she’s in and the fact that she has nothing with her. Luke, Jason, go and hunt something down and bring some berries or something for her to eat. Mason, Shane, go back to where we found her and look for anything that might help find out why she’s here and where did she come from. I don’t really want to wait till full moon to ask questions. Dismissed.’
I close the mind link and turn back to my mate, only to see her watching her surroundings looking deep in thought.
I bark to get her attention and wait for her to come to me. I really don’t like her walking with those injuries on her legs, but she probably doesn’t trust me enough yet to get on my back.
I lead her towards my house. It’s bigger than others because I’m the Alpha, as was my father and grandfather.
My paws quietly hit the hardwood floor as I head through the short hall to my bedroom. It’s mostly empty, since I have no use for it as a wolf, but it should be enough for now. The walls are dark blue with white accents and furniture. My king sized bed is covered in dark blue and gold comforter and golden satin pillows. The closet takes almost half of the room and is mostly empty, consisting mostly of my jeans and shirts. Like I said, I don’t need a lot of clothes when I run around in my wolf form, but I wanted to have room for my mate's wardrobe for when I find her. I go around my mate to leave the room to give her some privacy, but for some unknown reason, she follows me outside.
I look at her, clearly confused by what she is doing and nudge her back inside. She needs to treat her wounds. Of course, if she wants me inside with her, I will gladly oblige, but I don’t know how comfortable she is with me yet.
After a while of silent staring contest, which I won, by the way, she does the unexpected, she speaks.
“What do you want me to do?” She asks. Her voice is not exactly what I imagined it to be. It’s deep, powerful, and with a little rasp, as if she didn’t speak for a long time, but it still sounds angelic to my ears. I could listen to her all the time.
Damn, she’s perfect.
I tilt my head as I watch her face in awe. How could something so perfect even exist? I’m so fucking lucky to have her as mine.
‘But she’s not yours yet, moron’ Leo reminds mockingly.
‘She will be. I don’t know her past, but here, she’s my queen and she will be treated as one.’ I say with pure conviction in my voice.
‘I know, Demon. But give her some time to adjust, okay? We can’t lose her now that she’s here.’
‘We won’t, Leo. I’ve told you already. She’s ours. And it’s going to stay that way.’
I nudge my mate again till she sits on the edge of the bed, oh goddess, the things I would do to her on it in human form. It’s pure torture to not be able to talk to her or touch her without the risk of scratching her or something. Just you wait, little one, till I’m human again.
I lie down and stare at my mate’s feet, debating how to treat them. I decide to use the old fashioned way, licking. Wolves often lick their wounds to clean them, so I don’t see any problem with that. With one long lick a clean most of the blood from my mate’s right foot, causing her to yelp and quickly scramble back on the bed.
Shit, I hurt her. But I can’t let her wounds get infected. So I get on the bed with her and putting my front legs across hers, I continue with licking her feet clean.
I can feel her body tense beneath me and her breath shorten, but I had to get her wounds clean. Once I was done, I looked back at her, only to see her panting and strained. What the hell? What did I do? I suddenly get an idea, and to test it I lick her foot one more time, without restraining her legs. She immediately tenses again and tries to pull her legs to herself, but I’m faster. She looks like she’s trying to control something.
And I know exactly what.
I stare at her with clear amusement. Why is she trying to suppress her laugh? I want to hear it. So I start my plan to get a laugh out of her. I lick, nip and bite her feet watching her reaction to it. Whenever she seems to be losing breath, I stop for a while and then start again.
After a while she’s absolutely exhausted and breathless, so I stop it altogether. I don’t want her hurt. I sit on the bed with her lying next to me, trying to catch her breath. I didn’t hear her laugh though. I watched every little thing she did, and didn’t see even a glimpse of a smile, never mind a laugh. It’s like she doesn’t know how to. She’s so stoic and composed, but her eyes hold no emotions, and it almost scares me. She’s just like I used to be a long time ago. Hollow, an empty shell of a person.
I watch her closely and commit her vision into my mind. I want every detail engraved into my memory. I have no doubt who I will see every time I close my eyes. She’s all I see now. My world, my love, my everything.
Her breathing slows down and her eyelids fight to stay open. I notice the short glimpse of fear in her eyes as she tries to stay awake. She’s afraid to sleep. Good goddess, what the hell has she been through to be scared of sleeping? I lie down next to her and lick her face in reassurance. Putting my head under her hand I make her arm rest around my neck, hugging me. She seems to like me being close to her now, not that I would leave her, and snuggles closer to me, her eyes closing. I listen to her slow breathing reassuring myself that she’s here. With me. Soon I close my eyes and let the sleep take over.