Scent of a Mate

Chapter 13

Jake Gyllenhaal as Craig.

One of my current and biggest man crushes ;P

Enjoy!

Torrvi

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Ricky
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As soon as I confidently marched into the office everyone's eyes were on me and I realized I had made a mistake entering alone.
A room full of at least a dozen werewolves were sizing  me up. You could feel the power and authority swirling throughout the room making me feel immediately intimidated.

"Who are you? And why are you in this room? This room is for upper class wolves only! Get out!"

An older man with with a head full of white hair stepped up and said what everyone was thinking. He was pointing down at me and raising his nose in a smug manner.

I had always admired elders and their wisdom. I had always treated them with the upmost respect. I never talked back to an elder, especially one I didn't know. But this old man, pointing his wrinkly old finger at me and tapping his crusty, out of fashion loafers, managed to anger my inner wolf on the wrong day.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself down. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak the old man started to holler again.

"Don't just stand there! Leave! You're peasantry is contaminating the room.

The elders around the room chuckled and I felt my Beta wolf instincts start to come out. I was angry. It had been a year and six months since I left my pack and it was stuck up wolves like him that reminded me why I left in the first place.

The elder turned to the man next to him and chuckled.

"Why Barton, I believe she might be a little deaf!"

I dug my nails into my palms. My body started to shake as I willed my wolf to stay down.

I just got here! I can't brutally shred this man to death. Nate will get mad at me!

 The elder started to walk towards me with a smug, little smile on his face until he stopped about three feet in front of me. He towered over my five foot frame; nevertheless, my inner wolf was screaming:

We can take him down! Let me at him!

The elder put his hands on his knees and crouched down to my height until we were eye to eye. I was visibly shaking and I knew that by now my eyes were turning bright yellow.

"Let me put this in simpler terms so your little, peasant brain can understand. Get. Out. Of-"

That's when I pounced.

It was as if I was moving in slow motion. My canines were aimed at his jugular. I saw his brown haughty eyes widen in panic. His hands slowly raise towards his face as if to braze himself. I heard him gasp in surprise and his heart beat quicken. I smelled his fear but most importantly I smell his warm blood rush to his limbs. the blood my inner wolf wanted to shed.

 Unfortunately, I soared in the air for about two seconds until strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into a strong chest.

"Ricky!"

I immediately smelled him and my wolf calmed down. My canines retracted and my head was cleared of it's blood thirsty haze. It was as if someone poured a bucket of cold water on me waking me up. I was quickly spun around meeting Nate's hazel, green eyes. They were hard and serious yet filled with anger and shock. I could smell that he was furious. I gasped and covered my mouth with my quivering hands. My eyes started to fill with tears as I realized what I'd done.