Rose's Swan

Chapter eight

Eventually Josie had to go home.

It was already later than expected and her phone had been buzzing with texts, probably from her nosy twin or maybe from her father.

Josie extracted herself from her soulmate earning a sound that emitted from Rosalie's throat between a mix of a whine and a growl. Half upset that she had to leave and the growl warned her not to leave.

Seemed like Rosalie's conscience and her beast were at battle.

Her beast didn't want her mate out of her sight, in fact, her beast growled the warning, trying to get her mate to submit to her wishes, whilst Rosalie didn't want her mate to leave and so a whine bubbled up in her throat.

But as soon as Josie's inner vampire and werewolf heard their mate's distress it was like she had no control of her body anymore.

Josie was suddenly back on top of Rosalie with her face in Rosalie's neck trying to emit soothing pheromones which her wolf could do.

She was an alpha after all.

Rosalie's inner beast hummed in approval.

"Come with me to my house." Josie muttered against Rosalie's skin.

Rosalie was up faster than she could think and suddenly out her window.

Josie was set down on the ground since Rosalie had hopped out the window clutching onto Josie.

"Race you there." Rosalie said with a competitive smirk.

Josie smiled. Rosalie was still the same after decades, it made Josie smile at how little things have really changed.

I mean sure, she was a reincarnated immortal hybrid and her mate was an immortal cold one vampire, but if you thought about it, they hadn't really changed all too much.

Josie was still the same lovable dork who loved sports and cars. She still liked talking nature walks(more like runs) and still smarter than anyone Rosalie had ever met.

Josie was still kind and compassionate, she still was a daddy's girl, and she still liked to cuddle.

Her hugs were as warm as they'd always been, her Ile still lit up any room she walked into.

Whilst Rosalie was still as beautiful as ever, she could still walk into any room and have all eyes on her.

She was still competitive and loved to here Josie ramble on and on all day.

She was a great listener, she was still the kind lovable woman that Josie found herself attracted to all those years ago.

She still took interest in whatever Josie was talking about, they had the longest conversation about cars and how much they'd changed in the last 70+ years.

Rosalie told her all about how much her original father had accomplished with his work.

How she'd bought his car company when he died and found the most suitable person to run it, a person who loved building cars just as much as her original father used to.

They got to know each other again.

Like how Josie took up horse riding, how she had a horse named Scout who she won many competitions with.

How Rosalie preferred a wildcat like a Jaguar or panther to Emmett's bear or Edward's mountain lion, or even her adoptive parents deer.

Josie preferred B positive to many of the other blood types but she used blood bags.

She wasn't much of an animal eater because she was too compassionate to end such an innocent life such. She grew up exploring the forest and befriending the local wildlife in both lives.