Earth and Wolves

Chapter Twelve

A couple of weeks passed, Devon and I just growing closer as winter closed our little town in, storms every single day. Honestly, my fears would intensify until Devon had me in his arms, until I felt safe again.

Sara decided to talk to me about my anger towards her the night of Devon and I making up.

Why would you even be jealous of me? Her voice was shrill.

Maybe, because you are constantly wanting to have sex with my MATE!, I snarled at her.

The conversation went straight into a heated one, Well it is my job. I AM YOUR FUCKING WOLF! MATES ARE FOR REPRODUCING AND WOLFS ARE SO YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT!

Well it bothers me that Devon is mine, and I have a voice in my head that doesn't belong to me constantly telling me how to be around the most important person in the world to me! AND having you sit back and get mad at me because you don't get to see me mate with Devon yet. Do you know how jealous I am? You're like a best friend who won't stop flirting with my boyfriend.

Funny thing is. I AM YOU! A Wolf is always part of you.

Then how would I know any of this stuff? My critical mind questioned her.

Instinct. You are bred with it.

Oh. So I am basically Skitzoid?

Well if you want to put it that way.

I laid in my bed during another minor storm, this time I was alone breathing shallow breaths hidden in a cocoon of a blanket as the outside world had whirling water thrown on it. My mate was doing border patrol with his father again. According to Devon, it's more important to do it during bad weather because its easier for enemies to sneak in, their scent hard to track in a damp environment. So a rogue could basically just zig zag through town in the rain and have a good chance of throwing off the pack.

There was a huge storm brewing so I just decided to sleep while I can, because I am sure I won't get much sleep once the sky starts making noises again. I fell into slumber rather easily, wishing I had Devon here reassuring me that I would be alright.

Screaming I clutched my side jerking into an upright position, then I felt something sink into my neck. Pain coursed through me as I felt my skin ripping apart. My body lurched forward in the fetal position trying to make the pain stop. My mom was then there pulling me into her lap, as my father switched on the light.

"Did you have a night-" Another shriek stopped my mother's lips.

STOP TAKING MY PAIN!!!! I'm sorry baby girl, I really am. I'm also completely fine. So stop taking my pain, I can handle it. He started moving making his wounds hurt even worse.

I relaxed a little hearing his voice and I then couldn't feel anything at all. Immediately I tensed back up feeling the burning of rain dripping on his neck and the sting of broken bones.

Stop moving baby. I sounded completely level headed, despite the fact I could feel puncture wounds that my mate had just acquired. His voice growled at me.

I stood up and ran down the stairs and out the back door ignoring my parents yelling at me to come back. Kicking off my shoes and stripping the most I could as I ran, I pushed my body into Wolf mode as Sara was saying little things to assure me he was fine. I just ignored her and focused on my baby yelling at me to stop taking his agony.

What happened?

I was attacked by a trio of mosquitos. Ambushed to be precise. Now Just relax baby girl, I promise that I can handle it.