Noah's POV -Yesterday I had felt on top of the World, despite my mate not knowing who I was when she took me in, I felt accepted by her. Now here I was stood in her livinging room on all fours, feeling as naked as ever despite my fur and looking at the distraught, tear stained face of Mabel.
She had questions, of course she did. I could kick myself for letting her find out as she did, I was obviously so comfortable around her during the night that I changed back without trying.
The changing process is usually smooth and painless, but my body hadn't wanted to change in front of her this morning, for I knew how emotional she was, I hadn't wanted to make her worse. So as my brain told me to change for her, my body resisted and made the entire process ugly. I was angry with myself that she had to see that, the bones cracking painfully and rearranging horrifically. I couldn't begin to image what she was thinking.
I trotted slowly back into the bedroom, dragging the blanket as carefully as I could between my teeth, just to save her from watching me shift for a second time.
Once I was back on two legs with her blanket wrapped securely around my waist, I plodded back into where she still sat on the floor, her eyes dull. She watched me emotionlessly as I slowly sat down beside her, hoping not to spook her.
When she didn't make the move to talk, I took the step for her, "you have questions, yes?" she nodded wordlessly, "I'll tell you anything you want to know," I smiled encouragingly.
When she continued to look at me blankly, I tired to lighten the mood, "y'know you need to talk to ask questions? It's okay honey, I won't be upset or hold back on anything of the questions, you have a right to know."
She opened her mouth, eyes finally connecting to mine, I felt a rush of heat through my belly at her confused stare, oh my poor, sweet girl. "I - um, well I suppose I don't quite know where to start..." her voice was small and she tucked her legs up into her chest.
I stayed still and quiet, trying to let her sort her mind out. I wish I had planned this out better, she deserved better. "Okay well... How? How is this possible? Are you the only one? Why did you come to me?" she began rambling but I didn't stop her.
She slicked her hands into her hair, her small fingers getting stuck in the knots, "you seem so... I don't know? Human. I just don't understand! Please help me understand Noah, I'm going crazy."
Her hands began to tug on her hair in frustration and I began to purr low in my chest to calm her, something only mates can do with one another, I didn't want to reach for her just yet but I wanted to offer her my comfort. It seemed to work, her grip loosened and her body sagged as if exhausted.
I began to answer her questions when I realised she was done with speaking, "Its possible because the Moon Goddess made it possible, she created the Werewolf line, though we don't quite understand why but we are thankful nonetheless." I smiled sadly, "I'm not the only one, we live in small packs, when they get too big the males clash and begin to fight for the right to be Alpha, so we keep our communities small and safe."
"Most of the people you have met in town are a Werewolf and those who aren't are trusted Humans who help look after our secret." I heave in a deep breath, I was beginning to shake at the thought of introducing her to the mate situation, "i came to you because I couldn't resist my animalistic instinct to see you during my full shift."
I shifted on the spot, uncomfortable with the way she watched me, her eyes burning into my soul, "you see... You're my mate.." I held my breath waiting for her reaction to my words.
She looked on confused, "What's a mate? You mean friend?"
"Sweet girl, no, in my world, it means Soulmate, the other half of me, the person whom I will be bonded with until I take my last breath," I smiled at her proudly, "and Goddess, baby, I couldn't have been blessed with anyone better than you."
Her eyes went wide and her hands began to shake again and tears filled her lash line, I panicked, "But, of course, I would never ever push you into accepting this bond if you truly don't want it. But before you reject me, please give me a chance to prove I can be the best mate for you."
I was close to sitting up on my knees and begging, I have waited my whole life for this beautiful woman and I couldn't let her go so easily, she couldn't leave me, the bond was there for her too. I just knew it was.
"Listen.." she started, her voice watery, "those were some lovely words, but I need time to think about this, gather my thoughts. This is a lot to take in, in such a short amount of time and I don't think I would be able to make a rational decision right now." A tear leaked from her eye and my heart broke.
"I think you need to leave Noah, for now. I will think over what you've told me and I promise to text you if I have any questions... I just - I can't do this right now.."
I stood wordlessly, "I'll leave, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I love spending time with you and getting to know you. I hope you do too, I promise nothing has changed, I'm still the Noah you were getting to know."
Tears began to fill my eyes, it hurt to know I was leaving my mate in such a distressed state and it was caused by me. "Please do text or even call me if you want to talk, I'm here for you. I always will be."
I walked to her front door, in no hurry to leave her, I dropped the blanket from my waist and folded it neatly, placing it near her door. I unlocked her front door and opened it, looking back to my mate sadly, though she was again facing the wall in front of her blankly, i whined lowly in my chest.
This time when I shifted it was soundless and painless, I let myself out and bumped my nose to the door to make sure it was shut.
I sat at her door for a few moments, letting myself process what exactly just happened, i pawed at the ground gently before shooting down the stairs and into the woods, ready to run off some of the emotions currently rushing through me.
I could only hope she would give me a chance now she knew the truth.
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His Wee Honey
Kurt AdamIn the wake of her final living relative's sudden passing, Mabel finds herself at a crossroads, grappling with grief and the weight of solitude. With determination born from desperation, she makes a spur-of-the-moment decision to uproot her life and...