Silas' mate

Chapter 3: Patrolling with Thane

The full moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the forest floor. Silas and Thane padded silently along a familiar patrol route, their senses alert for any sign of danger. The pack run had been a success, tensions eased, muscles loosened. But for Silas, the weight of his loneliness settled even heavier under the hunter's moon.

They reached a clearing bathed in moonlight, a place Silas often retreated to for quiet reflection. He stopped, gazing up at the luminous orb. Thane halted beside him, their easy silence a familiar comfort.

"It's no easier, is it?" Thane asked finally, his voice gentle.

Silas shook his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Another night, another dead end."

Thane nudged him with his shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding. Silas appreciated his Beta's unwavering support. Unlike others in the pack, Thane never questioned his Alpha's choices or his emotional burdens.

"We'll find her, Silas," Thane said with quiet conviction. "The legends wouldn't be there if they weren't true."

Silas let out a huff of breath. "I know, but sometimes..." He trailed off, the frustration heavy in his voice.

"Sometimes you doubt," Thane finished for him. "It's normal. You carry the weight of the pack, and the burden of finding your mate. It's a lot for one wolf to handle."

Silas appreciated Thane's honesty. He wasn't afraid to acknowledge his doubts, and that vulnerability strengthened their bond.

"I just..." Silas hesitated, searching for the right words. "I just want to feel complete, you know? Like there's another part of me out there, waiting to be found."

Thane nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant treeline. "There is," he said with certainty. "And when you do find her, it'll be like all the pieces finally falling into place."

Silas looked at his Beta, a flicker of hope rekindled in his chest. Thane always had a way of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.

They stood in companionable silence for a moment longer, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the hoot of an owl. Then, Thane nudged him again.

"Come on," he said with a wry smile. "Duty calls. We can't have the pups thinking their Alpha is afraid of a little moonlight."

Silas chuckled, the sound echoing through the clearing. He straightened his shoulders, a renewed determination settling over him. He wouldn't give up hope. He would keep searching, keep leading his pack, and trust that one day, his mate would find him.

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