Finding My Mate

Chapter 13

Karen's POV:

It had been three days since meeting Calla's mate and three days since Ashley disappeared. We searched the woods and looked for her. A lot too. I wouldn't be as worried as I would, but she wasn't receiving our mind speak messages. I couldn't help but wonder if she died. "No. No Karen don't think like that." I told myself. But I just couldn't help it. I had become frantic. My best friend was missing. What if she was intercepted by rouges? It wouldn't explain the lack of mind connection though. "Maybe she found her mate and is a part of another pack." I offered to myself. But wouldn't she have come back to show him to us? I sighed. This wasn't helping me or her. I should just relax. She'd be back soon. I hoped. 

Ashley's POV: 

The difference three days can make. I sighed to myself and smiled as I cuddled James. We were currently residing at his "pack house". He confessed to me what he was, and he was honest about that. I liked that about him, about my mate. No sugar coating things, he got to the point. But he was sweet at the same time. He cared about me, and told me everything. He told me about what the rouges were fighting for and about the attacks that were ahead of us. It wouldn't have made sense three days ago, but the difference that three days makes... While I still didn't fully understand the burning, the fuzziness in my brain made sense. 

The night Calla had introduced us to her mate was the day of my burning. James tried to explain that it was the beginning of a new me. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't question him. I trusted him. Even if I shouldn't, mates were mates. The explanation I got for the fuzziness in my brain was much better. Apparently, seeing Calla be mated with how desperate I was made me feel lonely. So when I ran away, I "snapped" so to speak. I know I should've gone back and explained since our mind speak had been shut off by my actions, but what would I say? That I had a rouge for a mate? They'd kill him. Use me for answers. I didn't want that. I wanted to be happy with James. With this new rouge pack. I couldn't go back to the Mountain Ridge pack because. Well because I had become one of these people. I understood them and loved them. I was blind before. The rouge organization wasn't evil, they wanted to change the world. Even if eliminating the packs of the world and turning all wolves rouge seemed impossible and unfair, I loved the idea. All wolves should be free like us. With no boundaries or territories. Sure, there would be casualties, but every war has them. We would make the rouges dominate. And I would not go back to my pack because I, for the first time since becoming a wolf, felt free. My brain going fuzzy didn't mean that I went insane, it meant that I was becoming okay. It meant the beginning of a new me. A rouge me.