The Alpha's A Mute

Eight

Maverick
   I was running in a forest. The emotions I was feeling were anything but happy. Anger. Pain. Love. Worry. And madness were to name a few. He was gone, taken in the night. Right from my arms.
    I would never forgive myself. So I ran harder. I hit the clearing and froze. No. No. No. No. NO! My little mate's lifeless body hung on the wooden pole. A silver stake through his heart. Blood ran down his chest and out of his mouth. His arms were tied behind his back. His shoulders clearly out of their sockets. His mouth open as if he were screaming. His bright silver eyes, dull. With no life.
    I howled, I screamed. My body couldn't decide to become human or wolf. So I was stuck looking like a wolf on two legs. Red filled my vision and I lost consciousness.
  
   I found myself surround by torn up bodies. Vampire, werewolf, and human alike. I was covered in blood. I was standing under his body. He was gone. And then...

    "Mav! MAV!" I looked up to see my beautiful little mate looking down at me worried. He had a little frown on his lips and his eyebrows were scrunched up. I pulled him down against my chest and wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my nose in his messy hair.

Silas
    Mav was thrashing in his sleep, a pained expression on his face. My heart ached. "Mav! MAV!" His eyes burst open and locked onto me. Relief filled them and he grabbed me, pulling me to his chest and burying his nose in my hair. His grip was tight, I could scarcely breathe. But I knew he needed to do this. Or his mind might break.
    His heartbeat went back to normal and his grip loosened. I looked at him. His startling blue eyes met mine and I was lost. They swirled with a mind of their own. Just when you thought you'd seen all the shades of blue, another would bubble to the surface. I kissed his nose and he pouted. I giggled. He suddenly flipped us over so he was above me. I pulled on his sweatshirt I took and looked down.
     He pushed my chin up and his lips met mine. Perfect. Soft. And tasted like the minty chapstick he used. My eyes closed and his arm snaked under my back, pulling me to him. His free hand cupped my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss. And stole my breath away.

Maverick
     I was panting slightly from the kiss. My little mate was gazing up at me shyly. His hands covering his face. I pulled them down and kissed his forehead. His eyes closed and I pulled back.

I love you...Silas.