The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 68 Amplified Urges

A/N: If you know you know lolol peace out✌🏾

"What are you doing here?!" Leeland hissed. Samson winced but then shrugged.

"Urgh. I don't even know! I waved to speak with you again, but I didn't find you at the Hunter's cabin, so I figured out where a Wolf would hide without being hunted by others unless they were stupid enough to mess with Witches."

Leeland arched a brow, his expression unimpressed and his eyes dead as he folded his arms over his chest. "So you know that you're stupid?"

Samson chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Watch it, pup... I'm not..." he ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Did you... did you feel that heaviness in your chest too?" He asked.

For once, the older Wolf seemed shy to Leeland.  "Huh, yeah. What the hell was it?"

Samson looked up to the skies. "A new moon is coming... the old wives tales say that Werewolves find their mates at the start of a new moon... I was drawn here. I almost turned around when I neared the entrance of the Holton Forest, but then I took a faint scent of your smell, and I couldn't turn back." Samson confessed.

Leeland's eyes widened. "You too? I... I just came from a bath when I felt this heat building in my chest. What does that mean?" He asked, taking a step towards Samson. He should fear what this Wolf would do to him, but... for some reason, he didn't feel scared of him. "You risked your life to follow after a possible scent of me? Why?"

Samson rose his eyes to him, stepping forward too. "I think we're in trouble here, Leeland." He said, calling his name. It felt nice on his tongue all of a sudden.

"You said our kind mates at the beginning of a new moon... does that mean... are we?"

"Say it." Samson pressed.

"No. You say it." Leeland challenged, glaring at him, remembering how he frightened him before and then came to him after the fact.

"Okay. I'll say it." Samson licked his lips and approached Leeland, standing a good foot taller than him. Those soft brown eyes glowed topaz for a second, and he groaned. He lifted his hand and cupped his cheek, seeing Leeland cringing away but then pausing as he stayed, letting Samson hold his cheek in his palm. "I think we might be mates." Leeland's pupils shrank.

"H—how?" Leeland exclaimed, feeling flustered suddenly.

Samson shrugged. "No clue. We're both men... unless you have a secret that you wanna share."

"Urgh, shut up!" Leeland hissed, smacking his hand away as he pouted and faced the way he came from.

"Hey," he giggled, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just that there have been tales of Werewolves that were bred to give birth even if they were... male—ignore me!" He waved his hands infront of him. "That's an old fable! I'm stupid, just—"

"I've heard it!" Leeland said, whipping around, taking the older one off guard. Samson's eyes were shining emerald under the glow of the moon. Leeland bit his lip, then spoke. "My older sister would tell us the tale. She used to tease my brothers and me about it... but... I never thought that it was just a fable. My father never told us about his parents, and neither did my mother, but my family was all killed in a fire, except me and one of my older sisters who surprisingly lives with the Witches."

"Whoa. But don't you think they just had bad parents?" Samson asked.

Leeland shook his head. "No. They always spoke of their happy families, but we never heard or saw them. I," he paused, hesitating on whether he should speak of this to Samson, he barely knew him, but he was the only Wolf he had met that was willing to listen to him for once. He sighed. "I had once found a picture of my father and his four siblings... he didn't have a mom, or at least, so I thought. In that picture, there were only two older males that I had never seen before. One looked exactly like my dad, but without the dark hair or eyes, and the next one had his eyes and hair, even the beauty mark by his right eye."