Often Hushed

Chapter Three (Part 3)

Alright guys, there is this part and then part 4 and I am done with the part that makes me die inside internally because at least the Jared character is deep and emotional, right? 

I'm a little hard on myself, as you can see. .-. and yes I am totally upside down right now.

Please enjoy! I worked hard! Keep in mind that this story is completely First-Draft status created simply to please you with hopefully-constant updates.

Umm I'll quit the ranting now. :>

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I'm sixteen now. My orientation to becoming the Alpha female is happening in just two more years... Two years and then that's it! That's how long I have to wait before I can go and claim my mate.

 

As excited as I am, I know that Jared is just getting bored with the “one true love” concept. I've always known just about where my mate lived and who he was supposed to be, due to my mom's Sibyl status, while Jared had nothing to go on. He is forced to search, and search, and search come more.

 

Female wolves couldn't sense their mates, which is why I was unimaginably lucky that my mother sought him out for me. Only females carried the specific scent gene that spoke out to their mates; maybe they did that so males would feel even luckier to find their one and only? The gland in the female is activated only by the pheromones of the passing male she was meant to be with. But Jared was a little right- the science of it sucked. If a female was dumb enough to listen to any man passing by her that he was "the One", she'd end up driving her mate away rather than pleasing him. There was sort of a courting ritual involved. 

 

Regardless of the wonder of werewolf genetics, Jared wasn’t the patient sort of guy. I’d often find him pacing a room, tossing the place, breaking virtually anything he could get his hands on. He was always too brooding to see me there, or anyone else for that matter. He'd wimper like he was a lost puppy while I tried to figure out what was running through his head. 

 

I guess that it didn’t really help that every insistent female in the pack was throwing themselves at him daily. It had gotten to a point where the only girl he would go on a patrol with was me, due to the amount of exposure involved. The intense heat generated from the frantic reformation of our molecules and the almost explosion of new bone formations pretty much demolishes all clothing, either ripping it or burning it away.

For our convenience, we usually travel in the nude.

He'd tell me that I'm the only girl he trusts to not "take advantage of his body when he's vulnerable and unsuspecting." I tell him to go make out with a toad, but the thing I don't tell him is that being the only woman to see him naked on a constant basis besides his mother makes the temptation of him even greater.

It's been tough, especially when 18-year-old Jared is hotter than 15-year-old Jared. He still gives my wolf and I chills.

Anyway, it was one of those days when I had to lead another patrol. We'd gone West, and it took a few long hard hours of sniffing across South Dakota, through wilderness and around cities and sometimes across roads. Jared was lagging behind, which was very unusual for him. He wouldn't comment on anything the rest of us were joking about, which was also very weird.