Were is the Love?

Chapter Three

“what do you mean you have something to tell me?”

“come, lets go somewhere private.”

We walked out of the living room, and to the spare bedroom. She shut and locked the door, and moved towards me.

“this is between you and me. Do you understand me?”

“yes, of course ma. What is it?”

“well, many years ago, I was walking through the woods and I ran into a pack of wolves. I screamed for your father, who was the alpha at that time also. Your father was in madly love with me. Was persistent on marking his scent. But at the time, I did not feel the same. One of the wolves shifted into human form and touched my arm. I was to terrified to even speak. There was sparks shooting through my arm, and fire inside of me. I felt safe with him. A wolf. Can you believe that? He brought me into his arms and said ‘mine.’ the touch was so surreal. It felt like I wasn’t even on this planet anymore. I knew in my heart, that with one touch, I was indeed ‘his.’ when your father arrived, he saw the naked man holding me in his arms, and I was not fighting. Your father was livid. He came to take me away from him, and John attacked. He kept yelling ‘Mine! Mine!’ after he left your father bruised and battered, he left. Only to return several times for me. I even escaped once to see him. I was in love. And your father hated it. He wanted to mark me with his scent, and John did also with his bite. I chose John. Your father and a group of panthers killed John. My mark faded and I was no longer his.”

I stared at her in awe. After being sure that she was finished I opened my mouth to speak.

“so that is why he hates wolves so much?”

“yes. As alpha, he did not like being rejected.”

She began to tear up at the memory. My mothers true love. Killed by my father. My heart felt heavy.

“I am so sorry momma. I am sorry that he did that to you.”

“don’t be love. It would have never worked anyway. The wolves would have never excepted a panther to be their Luna.”

I stared into my mothers golden eyes, which matched the color of mine perfectly. We are the only two panthers in the pride who have the same color eyes in both forms. 

My mothers mate was also and alpha?

“this is why wolves are not allowed on pride land. There was much resentment for the loss of their alpha. Many panthers died. But the new alpha made an agreement. We may not step on their land, and they must not step on ours.”

My father called for my mother downstairs. She got up and turned to me.

“if he is your mate, you will know it my love.” and she turned and walked out the door.

I sat at the edge of the bed. My thoughts like wildfire spreading from one question to the next. I could never be a wolf’s mate. No way. They are disgusting, horny, arrogant, dominant beasts. Where the hell does he get off claiming me? And wouldn’t I feel the pull also? Did I feel the pull? I mean he smelled much better than the rest, and had beautiful brown eyes, but I had no desire to touch him. Only to rip him apart for being on pride lands.  I don’t lay down for no pup. That is for damn sure.

   My poor mother. If he got his way, than why does he beat me? Is he punishing me? Will my mate protect me? I mentally slapped myself for even considering being a mate to a wolf. I shuddered at the thought. I have never met one, but I have heard many stories. There mate rarely leaves their side once marked. Almost as if they are not physically able to. It is rather disturbing. To care for someone that much. I thought it was not possible. That it was just some stupid wolf myth. But now I know it is true. And my mother loved one of those beasts. Loved him enough to disobey the alpha.