Silver Beauty (Jasper Hale)

I Don't Care. I Do Care.

    All I want is a mate. That's it. That's all I want. Anymore, I don't care about my own kind hating me. Their threats of a consuming darkness are now a close friend.

And though death and I hold hands, my best friends are the putrid and rodent infested alleys. If I can not count on death to cradle me in its embrace, then the alleys give me comfort for the night. Their cold, rubbish laden grounds may be a cruel stepmother to broken cage surrounding a shattered heart, but I can't bring myself to care about it.

What I care about having a mate. I care about when I will find him. I care about what he will think about me. I care about what his personality is like and where we will live. Even if he rejects me, I'll still care. I'll still care about his well being and his potentially perfect face.

My heart creaks with each step through the small dirt trail in the thick, over green forest. The fractured pieces from the break burrowing deeper into my chest as I think of my future mate.

A small river wells in my eyes before it becomes a waterfall as I wish to find him already.

But then I remember what I was taught and I roughly wipe my eyes while whispering "I am not weak. I will not cry."

My chant is interrupted when I fall out of pure stupidity of not watching where I'm going.

"Classic me." I mutter as I lay my head on the rich soil and let out a laugh that would put me in an insane asylum.

My pitiful excuse for a laugh is cut short when I feel the Earth moving and the sound of thunder approaching.

My head raises just as horse size wolves storm past me, clearly on a mission. 'But what do they seem to want so bad?' I think to myself.

Once I have decided that getting into some trouble is just what I need at a time like this, I heave myself up from the ground while my battered ribs scream in protest.

By the time I find them, they have surrounded a family so beautiful that I have the mind to compare them to my own kind.

But just as I find myself hoping that their souls are just as attractive, I am torn from behind my tree by my leg.

I half sit up and glare at the large, mud colored wolf before laying back down and acting like a temperamental child by crossing my arms over my chest and letting out an annoyed huff.

My skinny jeans slowly become a canvas for no other color but red as my hair becomes adorned with twigs, rocks, and soil before the wolf lets me go.

Most of the wolves are positioned to attack the stunning family, all except one. The one wolf hovers its large face above my own with a look that can only mean it's ready to shed blood.

I look straight into the creature's eyes as my face hardens to stone. It menacing growls suggest business while some of its saliva drips onto my mint green sweater.

    I snort in annoyance as a more animalistic growl echoes through the air. As I whip my head around to the direction the echoes originate from, my world starts to fall away. My chocolate eyes clash against coal black ones and
my mind starts to shout over and over again, "mate, mate, mate. "

    His eyes flicker from mine to the wolf before he spits out a line that makes me almost go into cardiac arrest.

    "Get the hell away from my mate, mutt!" He grinds out in a thick southern accent.

    "Mate. He called me his mate."  Is all I can think of at the moment.

    The wolf snaps at me in response and all I can do is scrunch up my nose in distaste. This wolf really needs a doggy denta stick.

    Before I can open my big mouth and rant about my opinions, the big bad wolf is no longer over me. Instead, in its place is the most attractive male I've ever seen. His chin length curls look silky but his jawline and features are sharp and extremely masculine, and his body that hovers in a crouched position over me is lean and toned. And to top it off, not only does he have an accent, but I can tell he is really tall.

    I smile smugly at the wolf before I am gently lifted off of the ground and cradled against another carefully, my head fitted into the crook of his neck.

    I glance back at the wolves to see them retreating with fear in their eyes that was so generously bestowed to them by my mate.

    "Thank you." I whispered in my mate's ear.

His eyes faded to a rustic gold as he looked down at me. "Yer welcome darlin'." He replied softly while kissing my forehead.