The White Wolf of the Crescent Moon Colony

Chapter 2-Introductions

Before their lips could touch Marlowe turned her head to the side. The kiss landed on her cheek. Marlowe's whole body hummed. His lips were soft. His smell was everything to her. If things felt better than that, which she knew being intimate did, she was for sure a goner. She would devote her life to him if he promised to kiss her like that for the rest of their lives.

Marlowe turned her head back slowly and met his gaze again. He looked apologetic. Her mystery man finally spoke. "I'm guessing you're not the type to have wild passionate "I just met my mate" sex in the forest are you?" He said with a nervous chuckle. And Marlowe believed she heard an accent, but she can't place where it's from.

Now it was her turn to speak. "No I am not." Feeling awkward, Marlowe held out her hand. "I'm Marlowe." She stated. Trying to appear confident. Most times she was, but right now she was freaking out. Her parents never gave her the mate talk. You know, the talk about what to do when you actually find them. She knows marking is supposed to happen. And she was pretty sure so was sex from the way her Godmother talked about it. As far as her father was concerned she was to leave boys alone until she met her mate, but here he was and she was clueless.

The stranger took her hand and smiled. "I'm fletcher." He said warmly. Ah, yes, definitely an accent. An English accent. Fletcher's blue eyes shined in the moonlight. From what she could tell he had stubble on his face. Although she couldn't see the color of his hair, it was short on the sides and medium length on the top. Typical millennial haircut. He looked like he was definitely older than her. Maybe late 20s.

While shaking his hand for way too long and taking in the view, Marlowe's eyes started to wander lower. She got to his chest, which was perfect by the way and she realized He didn't have on a shirt. Which probably meant he shifted out of his wolf form before meeting her. Which means if her eyes went any lower she would see it all.

Marlowe jumped at the realization and turned around. She began talking and suddenly that fake confidence in her voice was gone. "I- I'm so sorry." Fletcher looked confused but he let her keep talking "You must have shifted so you didn't scare me... I didn't mean to see you naked... D-Don't worry I didn't see much." Marlowe was beyond freaking out at this point. But her anxiety quickly turned to confusion when she heard his laughter.

Fletcher reached for Marlowe's hand and spun her around to face him again. Marlowe had her eyes closed tight and her nose wrinkled. Once she was facing Fletcher for a moment she squinted one eye open. Fletcher laughs "it's okay. I can shift and keep my pants on." He steps back from her. "See, I'm wearing compression shorts." Marlowe slowly opens her eyes and before her is a man perfectly sculpted with black Nike compression shorts on.

There was silence in the air. Marlowe was feeling silly, but she had never known a wolf to be able to shift with clothes on other than her. Fletcher, on the other hand, was eager to meet his mate, but he could tell she was shy and didn't know how to approach this. Fletcher decided he would be the one to break the ice. "Well, since a kiss was too forward. Why don't we sit down and talk for a moment?...Is that alright with you, Marlowe?"

"I brought a blanket." Marlowe said meekly.. They made their way over to the blanket.

Fletcher laughed and followed her to the blanket. "Were you expecting someone?" he asked. He watched as Marlowe did a slight pause and kept walking like she genuinely was expecting someone. He noticed her eyes glowed blue, but didn't want to pry. She probably saw this moment in the vision or something. Magical wolves were uncommon, but he knew a future that were pyschic or matched him in strength.

Instead of simply sitting next to her, Fletcher grabbed Marlowe's legs and laid them across his lap after he sat down. They stared at each other some more. Fletcher mentally kicked himself for forcing contact, but didn't want to back petal. He felt her tense, but she relaxed after looking into his eyes for a moment. Marlowe didn't move, she smiled. "So Fletcher, how old are you?"