Allison's P.O.V
I need to pee.
I lay awake contemplating whether or not its worth leaving the warmness of my bed to take the far long journey to the toilet. Sighing, I gather my courage and sit up. Only to make it a few centre meters, scratch that; millimetres and pulled back down again. I grab for the thing that is restricting me and find that it is an arm and judging by the tingles shooting through me, someone is going to get hurt tonight for disobeying me.
Should I snap it or be nice?
Nah, being nice is always so boring.
FROM ABOUT ONE MILE AWAY
"AHH! ALLISON WHAT THE -beep- !?!!!
BACK TO NORMAL (Allison's P.O.V)
As soon as his arm is off of me I break for the bathroom, and lock the door to piss him off. When I unlock the door and set out into the room I find Colton sulking on the bed, holding his arm.
"You, are a very evil mate." He tells me. I roll my eyes.
"Seriously? I'm the marked assassin. I freaking hunt wolves and the occasional witch for a living. I wanted to leave but you wouldn't let me. I needed to pee and you stopped me. Considering I haven't killed in a while I think you are very lucky that you got off with a broken arm. Besides it should bee just about finished healing by now." I lecture him, he's the one who begged for moi to stay, I didn't.
"Cant you be one of those girls who tells their mate that they will pee on them to make them let go instead of breaking their arm!?" He asks.
"So you want me to change who I am? What kind of mate are you?" I accuse him, feigning hurt when I am really on the verge of cracking up laughing. Colton looks flustered, like he doesn't know what to do. And I find it so cute. This is the second time I have caught him like this and this time I feel kinda bad.
That's a new feeling.
I don't like it.
The horrible feeling of guilt takes over my body and wraps itself into every crevice and corner of my mind, forcing me to stop my acting.
"Hey you know I'm kidding right? I'm not that much of a softie." Colton immediately relaxes before narrowing his eyes at me.
"That was even more cruel then breaking my arm. You know what my wolfs like." He says. I nod,
"Ah yes. Your overprotective wolf that turns you into a walking beast. Your wolf whom I have met once and already like better than you." Colton chooses to ignore my taunts and instead throws me some clothes from my bag.
"Get dressed." He says.
"Why?" I ask back, why the rush all of a sudden?
"You should know, you agreed to it last night." What did I agree to? I rack my memory trying to remember but when I come up blank I just decide to go along with it, I mean I did agree to right? This cant be that bad then.
HALF AN HOUR LATER
This is bad.
I am going to whip some werewolf ass when this is over. Meeting the pack? I have been here barely two days and he wants me to meet the pack. Never mind, I see his plan. He thinks that if I get to know some of the people it will be harder for me to attack. Think again big boy. How would they act when they find out the The Marked Assassin is their Alpha's mate, supposed to be Luna?
With all these thoughts I glare at my traitorous 'mate' and find that he is preparing to start. Looking at the crowd I notice that they are all murmuring and looking at me funny, they wont be looking at anyone funny when I'm finished with them.
YOU ARE READING
The Hunters Mate
WerewolfAn impulsive eighteen year old huntress with a vivacious attitude and a thirst for the death of the Blood Moon pack. She has been watching them for four years, assessing their every move and tactic. She knows that the Alpha twin, Cindy, has been M.I...
