The Pulling

Chapter 4.

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Achille's POV.

I take a deep breath, before walking into the great hall. I bow to my parents and the elders, before sitting down and clearing my throat.

''Good morning.'' I say politely, before feeling this weird feeling. It was like a pull. I zoned out, before hearing someone calling my name.

''Achilles, pay attention.'' My father snapped, before going back to discussing something. I felt it again, I don't know what it was. But I need to focus, this is more important...right?

''ACHILLES. What is more important, your thoughts or this meeting? This is your final warning.''He boomed. I felt sick and ran off to the bathroom. My mother ran after me, as I ran and puked in the toilet.

''Dear, what's going on?? You should be listening! Are you sick?'' She asked angrily. I groaned, before wiping my mouth on some toilet paper. 

''Mother, why do I feel so...torn? I feel like I'm being pulled away.'' I groggily ask.  Her eyes light up, as she holds a wide smile, clearly excited about something.

''Is it because of your mate? I think you need to go find her!'' She said. Her. Of course. I nodded as I ran up to my room, and my mother went to explain the situation. I put on my black jumper and my black mask. It had gold around the edges and dark black lines running through the black.

I sighed before heading out. I put my hood up, wondering why I'm feeling this pull at 2am, and why they were hosting a meeting at that time? It's fine, I thought as I brushed it off, heading through the thick forest.

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''What the fuck?'' I whispered, as I saw a drunk boy stumbling, holding his chest. I saw him fall, and my heart sunk. I tried to creep closer, getting a better view, before stepping on a twig. I froze as he stared at me. We both didn't move, and I saw the fear in his eyes, before yelping and pointing his wand at me.

''I can't breath. Fuck...you!'' He spoke, shaky hands dropping the wand with tears running down his cheeks. How the fuck is this my fault?? I am not the cause for his pain. Wizards are so insufferable-I felt a pull again. Towards him. No.
No.
NO.

HE IS NOT MY MATE. Not in hells way. I fucking swear I-

I sighed before walking over to the drunk boy. It was like my brain was telling me no, but my heart was controlling my legs. Goddamnit.

''Don't...come...closer.'' He wheezed. He could barely talk. He's going to die at this rate. I angrily bent down and grabbed his face. His eyes were a hazel brown, and his shaggy fluffy hair was everywhere. He definitely came from a party. I see him struggling, and that only made me more angry.

''Get-'' He tries to speak, before I cut him off and pull his face towards mine. He gasps and I see fear in his eyes. 

''You're fucking lucky. Someone would've killed you by now, you're so fucking drunk, you would've been an easy snack. You should be thanking me that I found you first.'' I growled angrily. Even though I hated him, I would rather not see my mate die. Mate. It rang in my head. I feel tempted to leave him, but I don't want to feel the pain that he's in right now.

I just have to accept it.

I sighed and helped him up, before grabbing his neck towards me in fury. I can't believe my mate is a fucking wizard, nevertheless a boy! If my parents find out...when my parents find out, I'll be banished to the roguelands. I'd be shot by hunters, and they would kill my mate.

I felt him try pry me off, before feeling my hand burn like I just touched molten lava. I hiss and back up confused, seeing the wand is on the ground and he was no where near it. 

''How did you fucking burn my hand?'' I shout at him, agitated by the whole situation. I shook my hand off, watching him pick up the wand and stare at me.

''Why was I in pain.'' He asked sternly. I can't believe it. I can't tell him. I have to. Oh my god. I took a breath before continuing.

''It's because you hate me. You hate my kind. You're trying to reject the bond without consent! That's why! You're not the only one feeling it.''
I looked away, muttering my response through gritted teeth.

''Bond?? What bond? And what do you mean 'your kind?' Wait, are you a-'' He starts to realize what's going on, and I cover his mouth before he shouts out to the world my secret. I grab his shoulder and whisper in his ear. 

''Shut. Up. You tell anyone about me, and I'll fucking-'' I hesitates before continuing. I don't mean it. I don't. But...maybe he'll be scared into believing...right?

''-I'll fucking kill you. No one can know about this. I will find out if you tell, and if you want the pain to stop, you have to start liking my kind. I can't reject you, I'm not allowed. I will be killed if I have no mate. Just-try  to accept us.'' I hiss worryingly, before backing up. This is the worst thing that could ever. EVER. Happen to me. Honestly, the worst thing that's ever happened to me so far.

''I-I can't accept-'' He whispers, before mouthing ''-werewolves.''

I was bubbling up inside, and turned my hands into balls of fists. He doesn't even understand that they started this war!! Not us!! I want to give him a piece of my mind so badly but I-can't.

''Why not?'' I say defensively. God, the things I would do if he wasn't my life long partner.

''That's a bit personal, and you know they're bad! They attacked us, and now you've come out of hiding?? Why have you done this to me?? Bond?? Mates?? I don't know what that means but I am neither to you. And you are neither to me! You better leave me alo-'' He spat his words out like venom, before feeling the pain of his words. He fell to the floor, tears falling again at the pain. I fucking told him.

''Fucking hell-I told you to not reject it!'' I ran over and cupped his face in my hands gently. We looked into each others eyes and I saw the pain had gone away.

''Why are you the only cure to the pain?'' He asked me sheepishly. I hate how I have to explain everything, why couldn't I just have a normal mate? A normal, girl werewolf...? Hell, a boy werewolf. Anything other than the enemy.

''I don't want to get into it right now but every time we touch it cures the pain because we're being closer. You need to be open minded, this pain can go as far as to suffocate you and kill you. It will do much more. Just- don't tell anyone. We're still at war and I'd rather not be burned to the stake by my family.'' I say, muttering the last line. I shook my head angrily and in sadness, as I let go of him and paced back and forth on the path.

I can't believe this is happening. 

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OOC: Do you like when I add Achilles POV/the other persons POV to the situation that just happened? Lmk! <3