Waking up to the bright sun was one thing, but waking up to Sam's fear and saddness was the worst thing. Everything was either buzzing or tingling in my body. My lips tingled from the countless kisses Sam and I had shared, my body buzzed with the memory of Sam's touch and then the..
Swinging my hand to my collar bone, I felt the freshly made mark Sam gave me. My stomach did flips, and I could barely believe it at all. We had mated, or started to. The biting was usually the step after us becoming one, and having.. well, sex. But, we skipped that.
Thinking back to that, I sensed her saddness and I began to fear things. What if I messed up? What if i ruined everything? What if she never wanted me again? What if I lost her completely?
Shifting straight into a wolf, I almost yelped when I felt something burning on my ankle. Seeing white fur in a siwrl around my ankle, I was shocked. We were soul mates, forever being reborn to love each other. To complete each other.
Running towards the pull, at full speed, I headed towards Sam's pack house. The woods seemed deserted now, seeing as I couldn't sense Sam anywhere near me. It seemed empty and I felt lonely. Opening my mind to Sam, I only got a wall from her. She was blocking me off, on purpose.
Finding my destination, which actually was the front of Sam's house, I saw Chavella. She sat on the front portch chair, swinging away with what smelled like ice tea. She caught my scent, and instantly was at the top of the stairs. Her eyes watched me, with what exact emotion, I couldn't really tell.
But the overwhelming feeling of absolute dread coming from Sam was pushing me forward. "Don't." Chavella ordered, her voice cut out the word. I looked towards her, and tilted my head in a question mark. "She is sleeping, leave her alone." Chavella said, and took a sip of the tea. Humming in satisfaction, Chavella was obviously standing guard for Sam.
"But, I feel her sorrow and dread... I need to see her." My voice was strong as I shifted to human, but inside I was a nervous wreck. Actually I was falling apart, quickly.
"I understand the overwhelming tugging and pulling to be with your mate, but she is asleep. Be a good boy, and let her sleep. Go find something to do around here," She shooed me off, and stepped inside the house. Bolting the lock behind her, I groaned. Shifting back to wolf, I went off to find something to do... Except I went to find someone..
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Dirty Paws
WerewolfSamantha Ivins is a 220 year old spirit wolf. A species that is close to extinction, and very hard to find. She's mate-less, a female and queen of her large pack. But not for long. Especially when she meets her match, and he's a bundle of stubborn...