My Mate is a Werewolf

Chapter 11

*Tommy’s POV*

 Celina’s the one he was talking about this whole time. As Alpha and Victor left, I knew time was of the essence. They almost figured out the truth, and I couldn’t let that happen. But having Celina begin the transformation will put a damper into my plans of a peaceful life. I bit my lip as I paced the living room. I’ve been able to keep a low profile the past few months, but now Celina practically became the honing beacon…shit…will he figure out I lied?

 I walked towards my room, closing the door behind me as I headed towards the mirror. Maybe I should talk to the witch again. Maybe she can help Celina like she helped me. But Celina accepted the rejection. Why would she do that if she was the one trying to get me to fight for Amelia? Was that the reason why Amelia rejected me as well? To stop me from changing? I growled frustrated as I slammed my fist into the mirror, cracking it in the process.

 I looked at my bloody knuckles, watching the wounds begin to instantly close up and stop bleeding. No matter how much the witch does, my healing will always been like this since that day I found my mate. If she hadn’t helped me, HE would’ve found me, and I realized that meant he would’ve found Celina! That would be a disaster! Maybe Celina instinctively knew she had to accept the rejection…she has no idea what would happen if that monster finds out about her.

 I take my shirt off and stare at my arm, tracing with my other hand the tribal tattoo over my bicep. To the naked off it’s just a simple tattoo, but for me…no this is my lifeline. This helps conceal my new scent, and keeps the monstrosity inside at bay. I can still hear him, some days he’s chill, and others he taunts my resolve and my weakness for wanting to remain human. Imagine if he were to let loose? I shook my head of those dark thoughts, changing into a new shirt to conceal the tattoo. I might have to pay a visit to the witch again just to be on the safe side.

 *Victor’s POV*

 It’s been a few days since our visit with Tommy. The team in charge of tracing Tommy’s movements have kept me informed of his whereabouts, and so far it’s nothing out of the ordinary. He goes to school, the ice cream shop, places teenagers would normally go, and nothing seems off of him. There are no outbursts, no sudden changes…what the hell did he do to stop himself from changing? If only I would’ve known about this before coming home!

 Once again my aimless wandering led me back to the hospital, where Celina is still asleep. They removed her from her coma, but she still hasn’t woken up. Her wounds have been healing nicely, but they said it was up to her to wake up. My wolf whined at the pain she must be going through. Even through rejection, he still feels an attachment to her. Our bonds were severed, and if the Goddess has mercy on me, I might end up with a second chance mate. She should be free to choose who she wants as well. So I cannot fathom why my wolf still feels her as his mate. He’s driving me off the rockers with his constant whining and pining to be close to her. Tonight was going to be the full moon. Even though we rejected each other, I couldn’t help but feel restless and a sense of dread. Apollo has been whining and getting antsy today. He kept growling and begging to come back and reverse the rejection. But there’s nothing either one of us can do. The rejection has been completed and we both accepted.

 So why…why do I feel longing and the pull towards her still? I shook my head from the torturous thoughts and forced myself towards the pack house again. There’s nothing I can do, and I’m sure I’m the last person she would want to see once she wakes up. For now I’ll leave her be. I looked up at the sky, the hues of orange and purple interlacing as the sun was almost done setting. The cool breeze felt comforting on my skin and the full moon was slowly surpassing the Sun it’s its place in the sky. Fall was barely a couple of months away, and the nights were already getting this cool.

 Halloween is her favorite holiday. How will things be now that she knows I was her mate? Would it still be like before? I felt the pain in my chest from the rejection. The lingering pain that didn’t want to dissipate had me confused. It should’ve dulled by now, yet it still feels fresh, as if I’m living it over and over again. I hope she’s not feeling the same, especially as a human. With a defeated sigh I continue to make my way towards the pack house.

 *Celina’s POV*

 How do I explain something so painful, I nearly died? The kiss was mind-blowing, almost surreal. The sparks and tingles that erupted from contact between Vic and myself…I’ve heard about it from other wolves, but for a human like myself to experience it first hand? Amazing! Until he started apologizing and begging for forgiveness, then cue in the sharp pain in my chest and my soul from him rejecting me on the spot! Did I mention I felt I was about to die?

 Seeing him on the floor in pain was worse than the pain I felt. But I don’t understand why rejecting me is for my own good and safety? What could possibly go wrong from being mated to me? Because I’m a human and can’t shift? All these thoughts keep swirling in my head, and I can’t for the life of me open my damn eyes! Everything feels heavy. My body won’t function, my eyes feel like they’re glued shut, my throat is dry and on fire, and I feel this warmth spreading through me and not in a good way? Oh god am I dead? Am I getting cremated!

 I need to wake the hell up now! Why isn’t my body reacting! So frustrating! The darkness that is surrounding me keeps shifting in between a haze and a coldness that instills fear into my on soul. The haze suddenly begins to shift around again, and I see golden hues in the distance. I try to move, but my body is still in its dead state of nope, not moving. I feel a sense of dread creeping into my bones as the golden hues take the shape of golden eyes, staring into me as if attempting to drown me. ‘I found you’ a deep voice echoed in my mind, its male voice laced with darkness and malice. It honestly scared me. I did not want to be found by that voice. I heard a growl, and it shook me to the core in unease. ‘After so long…’ it continued, fading into the darkness.

 I felt my heart racing. The darkness began to shift again, and I could actually hear something in the distance. It sounded like beeping noises? My body suddenly began to feel as if needles were prickling my skin. I wanted to scream from the pain and the searing sensation engulfing me. I’m sure this is a nightmare, but I can hear things more clearly, and I can actually feel something soft over my limbs. Maybe a blanket? Right now, that contact is burning to the touch. I need it off me!

 The beeping noise starting to become quicker and more erratic. I heard footsteps running around me, and muffled voices speaking loudly. I could actually feel hands on me, grabbing and probing my arms. God don’t touch me it burns! But I couldn’t speak. More shuffling, more noises…why couldn’t they just leave me alone!

 My throat itched and burned. I need to clear it somehow. What is happening to me? My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst from my chest. More hands, more touching. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took a deep breath and forced my body to scream at the top of my lungs. The noise grated my ears…it wasn’t a scream but more of a growl? A howl? I managed to snap my eyes open and sit up, heaving from the anger and the pain I was feeling. I looked around, gritting my teeth as I felt the tickle in my throat, a growl escaping my lips again.

 My eyes grazed the room, the doctors and nurses looking at me in shock and…fear? I started pulling off the blankets when I gasped, raising my hands up. Why were my nails so long? Why are my hands covered in…fur? Panic started to fill me as I started to rip the IV drips and all the wires attached to my body. “Miss you must stop” the doctor tried to reason with me. Once again a growl erupted from my lips as I jumped off the bed. I winced, looking down and noticing the same thing happening to my legs. God the pain was unbearable! Instead of toes it were claws…instead of a foot, it was a mix between a foot and a paw, my ankles angled in a weird way as I stood up. It made me look longer. My fur glistened silver under the moon light. I looked out the window, the full moon high above the sky. ‘Run…’ I heard a voice in my head. I winced, holding my head. ‘Run now…protect yourself’ another female voice echoed in my mind. It felt as if there were two sides battling in my head. Two distinct voices telling me to run. But who did it belong to? Who were these two females begging me to run?

 I noticed a nurse trying to come closer, a syringe in hand. I snarled and ran towards the window, more afraid of the needle than of the fact I just jumped off the second floor of the hospital and landed on my hind legs without so much as a sweat.  I could hear the howls in the distance. s**t…they must’ve alerted the warriors by now! I have to run away!