The Veterinarian and the Werewolf

Chapter 24

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: none

A/N eeep another one we're on the race to the finish my friends, I hope everyone is doing well out there in Wattpad world I am truly loving all your comments they bless my heart :)

Chapter 24 – Jessie

Jessie had never felt so uncomfortable. She was far more at home around the sounds of cows, horses, dogs and cats than the cackle of men and women all gossiping about this and that.

After being dragged away from Henry, she had been shown to a large room full of what she could only guess were pampering stations. From one end of the room to the other, women and men were getting their faces primped, plumped, and plucked. Hands and feet were soaking and some special rooms were opened with people walking in and forty-five minutes later coming out, hair dishevelled and bodies like limp puddles of muscle.

Not one of these things appealed to Jessie, instead, she had found a corner couch and was attempting to people watch. She had been successful for the last two hours to hide, that was until a woman who appeared in her forties came and sat next to her. She chuckled before saying, "We are surrounded by hormones! Man, was I glad to see a more mature face in the crowd! My name's Honey, what's yours?" Honey had jet black hair just like Jessie, her completion however did not show the sun like Jessie's did. Instead, it was more like a porcelain china doll's which also was reflected in her almond-shaped eyes but stopped there. The rest of her skin from her neck to her fingertips was etched out in various coloured tattoos.

Jessie smiled timidly and replied, "My name is Jessie, are you a new mate too?"

Honey chuckled, her voice like velvet. "Yeah, it's a rush to find out that after all the dip shits I've tried to make it work with, there was this mate all along who wanted to cherish me. Like who does that anymore? It's like they stepped out of one of those dime novels and swept me off my feet. I still don't think this is real. I still feel like I've fainted from low blood sugar in my tattooist chair and any minute now I'll wake and be like, 'Fuck! That was a trip'."

For all her rough edges, Jessie was finding her genuine nature refreshing and comforting. It seemed to her that everyone else must have been werewolves, finding their mates at sixteen and waiting to pair up at this mating ceremony at eighteen. Their whole lives were this world and it felt like Jessie and Honey were intruders, humans who the goddess had deemed worthy of a werewolf mate.

Honey was fascinating. She had no real family, apart from a shitty father who had only looked after her because her mother had spilt after she was born. He did his best but was so ill-equipped to look after her that social services had stepped in. That was it for her. Independence and control was her motto, and no one was going to try to take that from her.

Jessie had been interviewed for the last hour by Honey who wanted to know every little detail of her story. But now it was her turn. "How did you meet your mate, Honey?"

Honey's face shifted and almost for the first time that night became vulnerable. "She walked into my shop, sat down and asked for a tattoo of a wolf." Honey sighed and gave her a soft smile. "When she looked me in the eye, it was like the Fourth of July, I have never had sparks fly before, it was made even worse cause her tat was on her upper thigh. Each touch of her skin was electric, and I almost had to stop 'cause I didn't want to stuff her leg up. After, she thanked me and said I'll see ya round and left. I thought yeah right, the nice ones never do, but by closing, she was sitting outside the shop with a small bunch of Iris's in her hand. She asked me to dinner and well..." The smile that softened on Honey's face as she reminisced had Jessie's heart squeezing for the woman.