The Mate Named Luna

One

​​Luna

"Luna I'm leaving for Abigail's dance recital, can you manage by yourself for the next hour?" Ruby asked, sticking her head into the small employee area.

"Yeah, I think I'll make it," I replied, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear.

The woman nodded and shut the door. I dropped to floor, wincing as my denim-covered knees met the carpet. Being Saturday, it was rush-hour all day up until nine-thirty tonight. Just as I brought my dry lips to the Gatorade, the sound of the bell signaling someone was entering caused me to freeze. Letting out a soft moan I set it down, getting out of my crumpled position and out the door.

"Sorry, about the wait," I started, raising my head to meet the customer's.

"It's no problem, I'm in no hurry." I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

He was tall, with an olive skin tone apparent on his inked-arms. His eyes looked full of curiosity like a young child, but the wisdom of an old man, hair styled into a small quiff. For a strange second, I swear his eyes were and ice blue. He had the bad boy image going, and the leather jacket didn't make it any less obvious. But something was drawing me to him, I couldn't figure out what.

I mentally face-palmed as I caught myself in the midst of checking the stranger out, Luckily, he seemed focused on the menu over my head than me. When I looked away he ordered.

"What's your name?" he asked, propping his elbows onto the counter as he watched me go back and forth.

"Luna," I said with an uneasy tone. While I something about caught and held to my attention, something seemed off. "Yours?"

"Zayn." As the word left his lips, a shiver trailed down my spine.

The odd feeling I got from him was oddly... familiar. I shook the feeling. He set the exact change on in front of me, sliding it across the tiny marble surface. I reached for it, bringing me pale fingers to brush his. I jerked my hand back at the tiny shock from the touch. This earned me a raised brow from him.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Electric shock, I must've touched something." I told him.

He let out a soft laugh and headed toward the door. "Thanks for the drink Luna Thomas."

I gave him a small smile. And then he was gone.

I froze as I realized something. When had I ever told him my last name?

♔

Through the rest of the night, even after I locked the glass doors of the cafe and walked to my car, I felt like I was being watched. I felt the eerie feeling as I changed in the break room into my hunting gear. It was there as I arrived into the forest, my arrows strapped across my back. The pistol filled with special wolf-bane bullets, along with a electric stick with a 9000-watt charge were on my waist by my belt.

I clutched the dark blue bow I had received as the last gift from my father tightly in my hand. I walked carefully through the forest, knowing whoever was following me had a purpose for it. I quickly climbed a tree, settling on a high branch. The crunch of twigs and leaves below grew louder, meaning they were closer. Not daring to make a sound, I slowly drew and arrow and placed in the bow.

The tip was pointed toward the forest floor below. I watched a wolf start to enter the clearing. I couldn't take my eyes from it. The abnormally large size proved it was a werewolf. It's coat was sleek and black as ink, glinting in the moonlight. It moved slowly and gracefully through the meadow. The large size also meant it was a male. But it wasn't what held my attention. It was the ice-blue eyes. The woods were silent— as if the entire life within it were watching, waiting to see what would happen. A breeze greeted my hair and face.

I was quick to realize it was circling, meaning that he knew I was here. Pulling the string slowly back, just as the blue eyes looked up and met mine I released the arrow, sending it soaring and into the animal.

A loud whimper erupted from below, and I took that as my cue. Crouching, I jumped from the branch to the forest floor. I landed right next to the now collapsed wolf. As I reloaded my bow, I watched the rise and fall of his stomach, ears flattened against his sculpted head. A twig snapped behind me and I quickly looked over my shoulder.

My eyes widened at my mistake and I quickly drew the arrow back as far as my arm would take it. The crescent moon loomed over, casting a streak of light across the meadow. I slowly set the bow down. Carefully I tugged the gun from my belt. I stood in the small streak of the light, knowing if the wolf was that dark it couldn't be seen in the dark. Except for the eyes. A heard a deep noise from behind, so I turned and pulled the trigger. The noise echoed through the forest, sending the woods and it's animals back to their noisy chatter.

Just as I did so, everything went black. 

I awoke to find myself buried underneath soft sheets and a heavy duvet. Yawning, I pulled my stiff and sore arms over my head. I frowned as I looked down, and was not greeted by my lace comforter, but a dark red one. My brown eyes widened when I realized my bow and arrow were missing. But as I began to climb out of the abnormally large bed, the gold knob on the dark wood door began to twist. Just as it opened, I realized I was wearing on a man's shirt, causing goosebumps to travel up and down my bare legs. I slammed the blankets back over me.

I took in a sharp breath as I realized who it was. The boy from last night.

Except he had those familiar ice blue as they werewolf last night meaning—

His eyes flashed as he let out a low and dark chuckle. "You certainly know how to shoot an arrow and a gun?" Next I knew, he had himself hovering over me, his large hands clasping over mine forcing them above my head. "Luna."

"Zayn?"

"I know you know what I am, and I know what you do." He whispered next to my ear causing tiny shivers.

Zayn pulled back, lifting up his shirt to reveal a bullet wound embedded in his chest. But as we made eye contact again, he whispered something I never expected and wanted to hear—

"Mate," he growled, suddenly encasing me in a bone-crushing hug.

Oh shit.