The Red Wolf's Mate

Chapter 63-Old Memories

**Thank you to anyone who has taken time to read my story. I am enjoying telling Wyatt and Maureen's story and hope you continue with them on their journey**

Wyatt POV

I'm resting in bed with Maureen peacefully curled up sleeping beside me. She is so cute laying on her side, knees slightly bent, and her hands nestled under her head. Yep, classic fetal position! 

Damn, she always takes my breath away and is constantly astonishing me with her beautiful heart, soul. 

I still can't believe she is mine and she loves me!! My life has changed so much since meeting her, all for the better no matter what occurs. 

**Mate is truly amazing- Brutus smoothly chimes in. 

Holy...you startled me Brutus!! I automatically snap at him

This is going to take some getting some used to!! I've only ever had just me! Now I have him in my head too! I hear him chuckle and I can't help but smile at his amusement at my truthful statement. 

**Mate accepted you. Protected you even when you were human. Shows a lot about her. We are very fortunate she is our mate. Our loving, breath-taking, sexy, and utterly unique mate!

I wholeheartedly agree Brutus!

**Wyatt, you reviewed my memories during your change as I did yours. I can sense you have  questions. Please, ask away.

Maureen unexpectedly shifts her position, which causes me to pause. One of her arms is now casually across my waist while one of her legs is draped over my own, essentially boxing me in beside her. Although there is no other place I ever want to be than be by her side.  Once I know she is settled, I wrap my arms around her and begin to gently strike her bare arm with my fingertips. She nestles even closer to me and deeply sighs, relaxation emanating from her entire being. I will always fight for her, always be by her side as long as I draw breath. 

**Yes, we will do everything within our power to keep her safe and happy. 

Brutus, what was it like to lose a mate and to be rejected?

**The loss of my first mate was excruciating, beyond a a truly adequate description honestly. The rejection hurt, yes. I'm not going to say it didn't. It just didn't come anywhere close to soul ripping agony of my first mate's death.

He goes silent for a bit, and I patiently wait for him to continue. I had seen those imagines of his past like a movie reel while I was turning but with no opportunity to ask questions or clarify events, situations. 

**The first person I was placed into was a boy names Brandon. When he was born I was already part of his being. He was a member of a wolf pack so I didn't need to be activated like I do when I'm placed into a human. I just needed to wait for him to be ready for his first shift like a regular werewolf. Since I'm an elemental Brandon shifted early. He shifted at 14yrs old. Typically, a werewolf is about 16-18yrs old when they shift. Shifting is not exact since we're all individuals, different. It's similar to puberty in humans. Some develop earlier than other while some later. Yet, everyone experiences it within the teenage years. Once Brandon shifted his family just assumed he was a early bloomer. We kept the elemental part to ourselves for safety concerns. During that time, fighting and wars were common, brutal, and everywhere! We felt until it was needed to be revealed we would just keep it to ourselves. I mean, Brandon was only 14 yrs old! We wanted to protect his family and pack too. If it got out we were an elemental it would have placed a huge target on not only our back but his family and pack as well. Therefore, we kept our secret. In the mean time, we trained in an isolated area to in order use our fire power for when the time did come to fight we would be ready. We also came to recognize our mate bond, which meant our mate was older than us and had already shifted. I.I...I just never met her, face-to-face. I only ever sensed her. She wasn't in our pack and since Brandon was only 14yrs old his parents didn't feel it was important for him to travel and search for her. They thought it was best to wait until he was older! T...that never happened!! We trained and waited! Then, it happened. When Brandon was about to turn 16yrs old we were training deep in the forest. Out of nowhere, we suddenly fell to our knees in the most excruciating pain we had ever felt. Our ears rung with a high pitch, alarm type piercing sound. We saw stars dance before our eyes. It felt like millions of daggers were stabbing every inch of body. Our flesh felt like it was being ripped off, separated from our muscles. Our heart felt like it was being carved out of our chest with a dull butter knife! It felt like it took forever for the pain to subside enough for us to cope. We had no idea how long it truly took for the pain to lessen enough to move again since we collapsed from the pain and fell unconscious. We were at our secret training ground no one was near us. We were completely alone.