I Call My Mate Bambi (On Hold)

Chapter 2 - A Werecat Named Catalina

^^^ Catalina Hines up above

I can't stop staring at her. No matter how much I try I just can't stop staring at her, it's like everything about her commands my attention and I soon come to realize it is the mating pull. She probably thinks I'm a creep, but I instantly shake that thought away when I notice she too seems to be taking in my appearance.

Moving closer to her I continue my staring. Now that I'm closer to her I notice a couple of beauty marks dotted on her face. She's wearing a pair of ripped light blue jeans that are rolled at the bottom and a oversized Nirvana t-shirt that also a has a few small holes in it. Her feet are bare and her toes are painted a maroon color that's slightly chipped. Looking up my eyes lock with hers, grey staring into brown.

-She's perfect.- My wolf coos and I know if he was a cat he would be purring.

Her scent seems to envelope me in a blanket of warmth and content, she smells like caramel, coffee, and a hint of vanilla. It's mouthwatering. Not being able to help myself I take a deep breath trying to take in more of her delicious smell and that's when I notice something. A little hint of cat nip is mixed in with her scent. Either my mate is a werecat or she has been around one.

Clearing my throat, I finally decide to break the silence that surrounds us.

"Um... Hey, I'm uh I'm..." I draw up blank. Oh my fucking god I forgot my name. This has got to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me and it only seems to get worse as I feel my face get warm. I'm blushing! Me, Alpha Landon Adams blushing like a girl that's talking to her crush.

My mate's giggle is what brings me out of my inner turmoil. It's probably the cutest giggle ever heard.

"Well nice to meet you Uh. I'm Catalina and it seems we are mates." She grins at me, bouncing on the balls of her bare feet. Catalina, I repeat it in my head a few times. It is a beautiful name and it suits her well.

"It seems we are. I'm Landon, it's nice to meet you too." I say finally remembering my own name. I stick my hand out for her to take and when she does I feel sparks. They spread from my fingertips to the rest of my body and it feels almost euphoric. Lifting her hand to my lips I place a small kiss on the back of her hand. Slowly Catalina takes her hand back, like she was hesitant to stop the physical contact between us, while her cheeks turn a slight pink.

My wolf feels a sense of pride at making our mate blush and I can't help but share the same feeling as him.

"You're a wolf," she says, "I've never met one before." She tilts her head a little like a curious pup. Goddess, she is adorable.

"Yes, I am. And you are?" I reply, seeing as I still can't tell if she's cat or has just been by one. Her scent is too jumbled with other people's like she has just left a gathering or something.

"I'm werecat, an Eurasian Lynx to be specific." She says with pride in her tone.

"You're a werecat named Catalina?" I can't keep the hint of humor out of my voice.

"Yep, my parents thought they were being clever."

"Ah. Hey, what did you mean when you said you've never met a wolf before?" I ask remembering what she said about never having met a wolf before. It doesn't really make sense to me, Weres tend to mingle a lot. No matter, if they are a werecat, werewolf, or a shifter.

"My dad doesn't like it when I leave the Pride's territory, this is my first time venturing out of it." She replies.

Just as she says that I hear what sounds like a Lion's roar. She turns her head in the direction the roar was coming from.