Promises from a Forswearer. The Hemerwig Series.

Ch. 4-Mate Hunt

Ohhh! What's going on with my characters! Well, Aston's pregnant, Zeke is a crack head, Josella is an alien from the planet Ur Haus, and Vienna is a robot made from tasty sausage.

HEhe! I felt like being random. Also I'm going to stick with writing the way I have been. That would just make my chapters ridiculously longer when I'm saying the same amount of words. Alright on with the chapter!

Oh these people I will strangle! Hahahaha!

Oh and thanks so much Jabooker for the pic!!! It's really nice.

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Parsley's POV

Caleb stares at me before asking carefully, "Are you my mate now?" I nod and Caleb kisses my cheek. "Good! Now feel better. I don't like you looking upset. Smile," he encourages. "No," I say sternly before jumping off the counter. I am not a happy go lucky person. "Please! Smile for me or else I'll tickle you," he says. "I'm not ticklish," I say while returning to the dishes.

Caleb tries to tickle me but I only smirk. I told him that I'm not ticklish. "Well that was a fail. I will find your tickle spot," he says and I hear him move from behind me. I look over and see Caleb looking at the oven. "Do you cook a lot," he asks. "You can say that," I reply before walking out of the kitchen. I left the dishes to air dry in the rack.

"Hey wait," Caleb says while jogging next to me. "What is it," I ask without looking at him. I still don't feel comfortable being his mate but Cleo was a lot happier. I can't believe that I'm becoming so emotionally attached to Caleb. "Are you mad at me," Caleb asks and I don't hear footsteps behind me.

I look back and see Caleb staring at the ground. I roll my eyes before asking, "Why would I be mad at you? I'm your mate now." Caleb looks up before saying, "Saying it and being it are two very different things. If I made you mad, just let me know so that I can get on my hands and knees and apologize." I smirk and so does Caleb. "I'll let you know," I say before looking out of the window.

The wind is rustling the trees and I take a deep breath while closing my eyes. What would I give to be free of everything and everyone? "Pars! Is everything ready," Sage exclaims. I groan before heading back toward the kitchen. "Yeah so take a seat," I exclaim. I walk into the kitchen and begin fixing plates when Claire, Zach, and Sage run into the kitchen.

I look at Caleb and he comes to my side. "You fix the food, I'll do the rest," Caleb says and I nod. As Caleb was setting the table, I kept glancing at him. What can't he do? That's what I want to figure out. I want to know the real Caleb. I want to spend time with him. I want to try being his mate but I don't know where to start. I've never even had a boyfriend.

'That's your fault,' Cleo says. Cleo had a lot of crushes in the past and even though they were definitely cute, I didn't want the strings. I still don't want the strings of having a mate but what can I do? I've already jumped in the lake. I can either sink or swim. I feel a bug biting me but when I look down, I see that I'm bleeding. How did this happen?

I quickly turn on the faucet and run my hand over the wound. How did I slice my hand and not feel it. 'Our mate is a distraction.' I can see that now. I hope Caleb doesn't look over. "What happened," Caleb says from behind me and makes me jump. The blood keeps pouring and I stutter, "It's n-nothing. Do you have a band-aid?"

Caleb removes my hand from the sink and blood continues to come from my hand. What is he doing? Caleb spits on my hand and I instantly try to pull back. "Neo to go would've been just fine," I say while repulsed. Who spit's on someone's hand?

"Look, it's healing. You're welcome," Caleb says. I look down and less blood was coming out. I could even see my skin starting to repair itself. "How did you know that would work," I ask. People don't randomly spit on other people but this is pretty cool. "That's just what all werewolves know. It works for mates. What pack were you from," Caleb asks. "Why did you say were," I ask as Caleb presses a paper towel on my hand to soak up the excess blood.