The Wolf Who Saved Me

Chapter 15

I woke up cradled against Callahan's chest, his body heat making a cocoon of warmth around us. I could make out the sun beginning to set through the curtains of the bedroom. We had been asleep for the entire afternoon. Yet I couldn't feel angry about that, I was content in Callahan's arms, I felt safe and secure in his arms. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. Yet as my senses came to me, everything from earlier came flooding back. Callahan Darcy wasn't human, he was a werewolf. Something that should only exist in movies and fiction. Not something in the real world. I knew that we would need to talk about it fully, that he needs to explain a few things. But first, I needed to relieve my bladder. I tried to untangle myself from Mateo's grip, but he only held me tighter.

"Baby, I've got to go," I whispered. I heard him sigh, and his grip loosened. I slowly got up and grabbed one of his tee shirts. Throwing it over my head I went into the bathroom. The tee shirt was three sizes too big, but I didn't care. It was comfy and smelled like Callahan. And he smelled like heaven to me. I did my business, and as I was washing my hands I looked up and noticed the mark on my neck. It was a bite mark, but it looked more permanent tattoo. I had to ask Callahan about it. Would it heal? I touched it gently, and that sent a shiver down my spine. Then I looked into the mirror and gasped, I had golden flecks in my eyes now. They weren't there this morning. They looked just like Callahan's. Does that mean I will become a wolf like him? Or remain human? There was so much I didn't know about the man that was suppose to be my mate. I walked out of the bathroom, Callahan was still sleeping on the bed. Though I wanted answers, I didn't want to wake him up. So instead I decided to make dinner. I could feel my stomach growling, and I knew that Callahan would be hungry once he woke up.

I made my way into the kitchen. Rooting around, I found all ingredients for pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I grabbed my phone and pulled up my favorite songs on Spotify. I needed a distraction from all the thoughts running through my head. I hit shuffle and began making our food. As I was flipping one of the last pancakes, I heard a small growl. I turned my head and saw Mateo standing in the kitchen. His eyes black, he was wearing only sweatpants. Which were hanging low on his hips. I licked my lips wondering what it would be like to tug those down and get on my knees. He saw this and gave me a smirk. As if he knew he knew what I was thinking about.

"What are you making Mira," he asked. His tone husky, I know he could feel what I felt. The pull that I always felt around him. It only got stronger now that we have slept together. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I settled against his chest as I finished our food.Everything was almost done.

"Pancakes and the works, I figured you would be hungry when you woke up," I replied. I could feel him smiling behind me. He planted a small kiss against the mark on my neck. Causing a small moan to escape my lips. It had sent heat straight to my core, and I was ready to abandon the food and take him right here, right now on the kitchen floor. I took a deep breath and turned off the stove. I wiggled out of his embrace and grabbed two plates from the cabinet and piled each with the food. I grabbed both plates and walked over to the table. He sat down across from me and I put the plate in front of him. I sat down and began to eat. Though all the questions came back to my head, and suddenly I was anxious. I had lost my appetite. I just began to pick at my food. Moving it around the plate.

"I can sense your anxiety Mira, what is going through that pretty little head of yours," Callahan asked. I looked up at him shocked. What exactly did he mean?

"What... what do you mean," I asked. I was trying to hide my blush by grabbing my drink and taking a rather large sip from it.

"When a werewolf marks their mates, and actually completes the mating ritual. Their wolves become attune to the other. I can sense you are anxious, and I want to know why," Callahan said. I gulped, could he read my thoughts?