The Cursed Wolf

The Cursed Wolf (15)

Like promised, I'm uploading again :) To tell you the truth, I almost forgot and when I remembered, which was approximately an hour ago, I was too lazy to write up a chapter suddenly, but since you guys are so supportive, I gave myself a little encouragement and wrote this... It was 5 pgs on word so I hope it surpasses a pg on here... Enjoy!

Note: I made a rather embarrassing discovery today... Excuse my innocence and knowledge when I say this.. So I told my other cousin, who's in her mid 20s about this story, and she actually read the whole thing... Then she told me something.. So apparently, Dillon's nickname of 'Dill-do' happens to be a naughty toy thingy used to do the nasty... Given, it only has one 'l' instead of 2, still.. I didn't really believe my cousin so I searched on google and sure enough, she wasn't kidding... So I'm scarred... I'd like you guys to know that I didn't do that on purprose and I didn't have any prior knowledge of this. So for those of you who thought i meant the dirty, get your head out of the gutter! And for those of you who were clueless, good for you for being as innocent as me :)

Today was it. Today was the day of the full moon. It was the day when a female werewolf’s time of heat intensifies. The smell of the female will also intensify, meaning that if their mates were near the female, there would be no resistance. It was nearly impossible.

The plan was that me and Dillon would go to this clearing. It was similar to the party I had gone to where I had seen Flynn at. Only this time, it was outside. We would just be hanging out until midnight, for the full moon to fully appear.

I was nervous, that was for sure. But my family and Flynn had been assuring me it would be fine. I kind of wished Flynn would be here with me. For moral support. But I don’t think he would even bother in going to the clearing knowing he already has a mate. Right?

It was mid afternoon right now. Dillon said he would pick me up at 9 so I had a lot of time to spare.

For this event, Lincoln was even home. He didn’t want to go the clearing with me, even though I had insisted on it. He hadn’t found his mate yet. However, Lincoln said he just couldn’t be bothered in  being tied down right now. He says if it comes, it will, but he doesn’t want to go out scoping for it. I wish I could be like him, but my life depends on my mate.

At the moment, Lincoln was in my room, going over some things.

“Remember, if you find out he’s really your mate, that’s great,” he said. “Keep in mind, there’s no reason you guys can’t control yourself and wait to do the nasty in the future.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Like you haven’t done the nasty.”

“Hey, I have low morals,” he admitted. “I’m by definition a man whore.”

“I’m glad you classify yourself as that,” I said.

He grinned. “Listen, I brought you some protection in case you need it,” he said.

My eyes widened. “You bought me condoms? I don’t think that’s necessary. I mean if Dillon is my mate, I don’t mind not using a condom.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “And risk you being a mom, no way! Besides, that’s not the type of protection I was talking about.”

He then handed me 2 things, which made me groan.

“Pepper spray and a walkie-talkie?”

“Yes, spray him if he dares venture below the neck,” Lincoln told me. “And also tell me about it through the walkie-talkie. I don’t care where I am, I’ll rush there so fast like nobody’s business and rip his little buddy off.”