Mate
1395 Words
NOAH POV
Clarkson nearly jumped out of his skin, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I could hear you lads all the way from down there, grumbling that we were late.” The old man c****d his eyebrow at us with a smirk on his face.
Remus jumped to the front of my mind and a snarl that was all wolf, and all Remus left my lips.
It didn't seem to faze the older man, though.
Clarkson looked a bit sheepish, this was a dominant wolf alright. He might be older but in werewolves that didn’t mean weakness sometimes.
“Fair play, old man!” Clarkson quipped. “You got me there.”
“Less of the old man, squirt.” He told him, clapping him on the back.
This was one of Clarkson’s best qualities to be able to turn a dominance contest into a joke. He relieved tension from the air with his sharp whit.
“I’m Clarkson head of the Crown warriors, the embassy has sent us here for the rogues.”
“Mark, head rogue hunter for the Quvania Pack.”
I kept my expression blank, unreadable, and stared at the old man until he spoke.
“The rogues are just over that ridge to the East. If I could hear you, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did too.”
He looked at me then but quickly dropped his eyes.
Now, it was my turn to smirk. Dominant he was, but a prince he was not.
“Your highness, you are leading our warriors in this mission. It is an honour to meet you.” he bowed and then came back up and stood relaxed, waiting for his orders.
His posture made my wolf Remus calm slightly.
The others finally crested the ridge we were on.
“These are my fellow warriors.” Mark didn’t bother with everyone’s names. I wouldn’t remember them anyway, so I was glad he didn’t deem it important.
“Your highness.” they bowed.
“Where shall we start your highness?” Mark asked me.
I walked over to the ridge, and something caught my eye. I looked down towards the cars, and there it was again, the sun shining on a piece of moving metal.
I could just make out the boot of the Quvania Pack 4x4, and it was half-open. It raised higher again, catching the sun once more. But that was nothing to the dazzling blonde hair that peaked out from the boot compartment.
It was obviously a female and a petite one at that. As she eased herself out of the boot, the wind blew in my direction, and my body went rigid.
Everything seemed to happen all at once.
Remus went ballistic.
“Mate!!!” He roared in my head, making me hold my head in my hands.
“That smell...” I told him.
Whoa, that smell.
I’d only hear tales of what that smell was like. But my wolf, Remus, knew what it was. It filled our noses like the smell of fresh popcorn covered in butter. It was sweet and all woman, too.
"Mates scent." Remus confirmed.
Remus has been dormant for a while, bored of the everyday. He comes out when we hunt rogues but not like this. He tore through my skin, and in the blink of an eye, I was thrust out of my body and into his. Then, he shoved me to the back of our minds as he took control.
Springing over the ridge, he ran full speed. One word is echoing in our head.
Mate!
I knew then that this was it. But was it a Rogue? Goddess, I hoped not.
Imagine what my father would say!
We caught a glimpse of her; she had stowed away in the pack's trunk!
Her frame was small, she looked too skinny and frail.
As soon as her dainty little feet hit the ground though she propelled herself into the trees.
Remus stopped dead in his tracks. In absolute awe of our tiny little mate, Excitement grew in his belly; he was going to chase our mate down.
“No, no, you don’t! You’ll scare the poor little thing! Look at the size of you compared to her.” I shouted at him trying to gain control.
But he wasn’t having it. The smell of our mate was firmly in his nose and the thrill of the chase in his mind.
Massive paws started to eat away at the earth as he ran after her. Searching for her high in the trees as we entered the first row, She was nowhere to be seen, but we could smell her, so she had to be here somewhere!
We used some lower branches to climb and jump higher, from tree to tree.
I was excited and stupid, I know. But, every wolf is taught that a moon blessed mate is a treasure. One that should never be broken. Or rejected.
Though unfortunately for our kind, that seems to happen a lot. This female was made by the moon goddess just for me! How could anyone reject the person who was made for them?
It didn’t make sense if someone were a gift just for you who suited you in every way. Would you turn it down?
We still couldn’t find her. Panic, raw heart retching panic consumed us.
Below us, a grey wolf howled, it was the old-timer Mark. I wondered if his wolf was always grey. My dad hasn’t changed colour to grey even though his hair has slightly.
He howled again.
Just up ahead, a small figure unwrapped themselves from around the tree branch!
“Sneaky mate!” Remus said with pride in his voice.
He jumped and intercepted her in mid-air as she was dropping to the ground. Her little frame was elegantly falling.
We were gentle and wrapped her around our body to shield her from the landing.
As soon as she touched my fur, the smallest sigh left her lips. Her hands ran through my fur and held on tight. As we landed, I realised she was hugging me, not just holding onto me.
Did she feel it too? She looked so young, but maybe she was like Clarkson and just had a babyface.
Mark had shifted and was there as soon as my paws touched the ground. He snatched her out of my arms.
“Amelia!!!” He shouted at her.
Remus growled and bared his fangs at him.
“This is my daughter and Prince or not you had better be her moon blessed, or you ain’t coming near her” he growled back at me. That made Remus give back control to me, and I shifted instantly.
“Mate.” it came out a little too gravelly, and Amelia, our mates' name, was beautiful. like a delicate flower, just like her.
She ducked behind his big frame and was lost to our sight. We instantly felt the loss in our hearts. it hurt us not to see her!
I instantly regretted my tone. My mate was skittish. The old man was clearly protective of her. Amelia looks to not have been treated well, but it’s clear it’s not the old man who’s done the mistreatment.
As she pokes her head out, I see red marks all over her neck. Hand marks. Someone strangled my mate.
I growled low and threateningly again. Amelia had the same reaction. She darted behind Mark's body to protect herself.
“Who has hurt her?” At my low commanding tone, Mark turned round and looked Amelia over. When he saw the marks on her neck, his shoulders bunched.
“Is this why you're here?” he asked, pointing to her neck.
Her head bobbed up and down. Her beautiful green eyes are so wide and innocent.
Remus was howling at what a beautiful mate we had been given. Her blonde locks flowed down her waste. They looked like golden silk. Her eyes were the most wonderful emerald green I'd ever seen. No one had eyes that colour.
Something wasn’t right, though. As I looked into her eyes and she finally looked into mine, I knew what it was.
“You have no wolf!” I accused her.
“How can you be my mate when you don’t even have a wolf?!”
- Writer
