The Royal werewolf's Mate

Chapter 1: The Escape

Everything had gone silent. My body seemed to have gotten numb, immobilising me from making a single move. I felt weak on my knees and before I knew it I fell on the ground, when a young werewolf caught me by the collar of my shirt, and pointed a gun to my forehead.

I looked for anger in those yes, but all I could see was fear. The boy, who had me on gun point, knowing there was no where for me to go now, had fear in his hazel brown eyes. That second, I didn't think about the bullets I was shot, or the venom I was injected with. Perplexed by his reaction, to say the least.

"Caleb... Shoot! Caleb, I command you to shoot... shoot that bitch!" A raucous voice said, but by then my vision had greyed, and my breathing seemed to have slowed down abruptly, all I could see was the boy in front of me, with panic evident in his eyes, while he tried keeping his facial expressions as normal as possible. My vision tunnelled before the eyelids began to feel heavier and letting sleep take over me. This isn't going as planned.

Oh crap!

_________________A few hours earlier___________________

The moon shone brightly in the night sky, it was a clear dark blue sky with no clouds blocking my vision of the twinkling stars and the perfect full moon. I sat on the edge of the mountain, looking at the city below.

The tiny lights of the city, seemed to be twinkling, competing with the beauty of the diamonds in the sky. Wow not bad Juana, the torpid state that I am in has lead me not only to admire the beauty of the night sky, but also made me poetic. Why on earth is this kind of atmosphere considered so romantic. All it makes me feel is drowsy. If only I had a pillow and a duvet.

The sound of the waterfall was anything but soothing, and don't even get me started on the crickets which were the only thing I could hear. "Don't make me come get you little bugs. I'll find you and I'll kill you" I yelled just like the dad from the movie taken. What was his name again?

How I wish I could hear the sound of traffic, people yelling, or some snoring, actually anything except for this silence would work. Don't get me wrong, I'm not scared of any psycho killer or some freaky ghost, because we all know those are just obsessed with villas and mansions, and not open spaces.

My worry was the fact that I hadn't slept for twenty nine hours and that's something, considering the fact that I spent half of my life like the Bears, (in complete hibernation.)

I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my breathing, but let's be honest, that yoga shit ain't gonna help drain anyone's anger down. Unless someone shoots with a bullet while you breathe, in which case you will calm down. Forever!

However during a night like this,neither a full moon in view, my wolf felt stronger than ever. It's either that, or the fact that she loves seeing me in misery. Sometimes it's as though the full moon is a drug she's high on, which is alright I guess. At least one of us gets on a high, considering the fact that I'm allergic to alcohol.

  Today however she wasn't that happy, the view surely could take her mind off things for some time but couldn't ease her pain. Nothing could ease her pain right now. So I lied down on the muddy surface of the mountain and rested my head on my backpack, gazing at the beautiful moon in silence. Hoping I'd get killed before I get all poetic again!

Living in a busy city like Springfield, I had learned to appreciate the small town lifestyle of Texas where I was brought up in. It wasn't one of the most reputed places of the state, but it's okay. A place where everyone knew their neighbours well, where people didn't think twice before greeting strangers, and life seemed to get over after eight in the evening.