Mate

Chapter Two

((The picture is of Jake's wolf))

((Delvon's POV))

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Reaching over my paper strewn office desk I picked my phone and clicked answer. "Yes?" I barked at whomever was on the line. With a frustrated movement I raked my hand through my already mussed up hair.

"Alpha, we just picked up Marie at the human town." The smooth male voice of my best friend and Beta said. Marie? Oh right, that she-wolf who volunteered to infiltrate the rouges. I sighed, more work.

"Good Jake. Have her report strait to me when you arrive back in the pack house. I want to know if those rumors where true." I said briskly.

"Will do Alpha, we'll be home 'bout five."

I put the phone back on its base and glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after two. With a groan I leaned back in my chair with my hands on my face. My inner wolf was pacing around in my head agitated; he had been like this for a week now. The need to run and do something had been driving me up a wall and he wouldn't tell me why. A knock on the door cut off my thoughts.

"Enter." I said as I sat up and ran a hand through my hair again. The door opened and my father walked in, he was the former Alpha and had handed over the reins to me a few years ago so he and my mother could retire. At fifty-four he was still fit and moved with our wolf's lean grace. His once light brown hair was going gray and he had some crow's feet about his green eyes.

He looks me over and cracks a grin. "Sporting a new style eh?"

I thump my head down on my desk and groan. This week has been stressful. My inner wolf is in a right state, there have been more rouge attacks, several of my packmates have been killed or injured in one of the rouge raids, a fire had claimed one of the small family homes near the western edge of the pack village injuring several people, and Lacey had been bothering me again.

"That bad huh? Is there anything I can help with?" My dad asks.

"I need someone to oversee the rebuilding of that home." I said then I thought about it and added in an angry growl, "And I need someone to keep Lacey off my back. I'm going to lose it if I go into my room and find her in nothing but a ribbon again." A hoarse bark of laughter has my head snapping off the desk. I level a death glare at my father. "It's NOT FUNNY!" I snarl. "That slut has slept with half the male population of both the pack and the human town! Who knows what else she has screwed or what sort of STD's she has! And she looks like a cranbox threw up on her face!"

At this point in my rant my father is full out laughing with his head thrown back and his large hands clutching at his heaving sides in a feeble attempt to stop. His laughter in infectious and soon I'm fighting a losing battle not to grin. Wiping tears from his eyes my father plops down in one of the chairs before the desk. I slumped back and let out a long breath.

My father started to rub the back of his neck and spoke in a gentle voice, "Your mother wants you to try to come have dinner with us if you can." His eyes sweep the papers strewn across the desk with a look that says he knows that I probably wouldn't be able to get away. In all likelihood I would be spending another late night sleeping on the old couch that was shoved into a corner near the door.

"When was the last time you had a proper rest son?"

I shrug thinking, "About a week ago?"

"You need to sleep, the pack need it's Alpha to be at his strongest at all times."

"What I need is my mate... I need my Luna, dad."

My father looked at me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. He knew as well as I that my twenty-fifth birthday was steadily coming closer. All male Werewolves started going insane if they hadn't found their mate before their twenty-fifth birthday. Rouges where usually wolves who had gone insane from ether not finding their mate or losing them.