Fearless

I Want Her to Be

Chapter Nineteen: I Want Her to Be

Rebekah hissed as the last bits of the wolfsbane burned away from her wounds. "Alright, now I can stitch you up." Charlie said. She poised her needle and thread above one of the arrow wounds. Rebekah grabbed one of my hands and gripped it tightly as Charlie wove the needle and thread in and out of her skin over and over.

"It can't hurt that badly," I said quietly. She growled lowly at me.

"I hate getting stitches. They're annoying. You can't move, if you move too much you can pull them apart." Rebekah admitted. "I just don't like them. And me not liking them somehow makes it hurt more when I get them. And I seem to get a lot of them." she smiled a small smile.

"Alright, now it's your turn." Charlie told me. I sighed before helping Rebekah off the kitchen counter.

"It's just a tiny little scratch." I said. Charlie picked up the bottle of antidote and stepped closer to me. "Really, I'm fine. The antidote is not necessary." Rebekah rolled her eyes at me and made me get lay on the kitchen counter. Charlie's cold hand pressed against my bare back. She dropped some of the antidote onto the stab wound on my side. I groaned as it burned the wolfsbane and some of my flesh. "Screw you, Charlie. I would have been fine." I said. The wolfsbane had been totally burned away. Charlie started to stitch up the wound.

"I know, but that was payback for leading Clarence off into the woods. That was reckless, you could have gotten killed. You almost were killed. We agreed to stay in the clearing. You idiot," she poked me with her needle.

"Ow! Okay, I get it. I was an idiot. Don't poke me again, please." I exclaimed. Charlie continued to stitch me up.

"I think he gets your point, Charlie." Rebekah said with a giggle. "Alright, I'm going to call my dad and tell him we're alright." Rebekah left the kitchen, leaving me with a murderously angry Charlie.

I watched her as she tucked the needle and thread away. She layed gauze on the new stitches and wrapped it, so that it was less easy for me to rip the stitches. "Do you think she's your mate?" Charlie asked me. I blinked at her for a second.

"What?" I asked in disbelief. Could she really tell I was worried?

"Do you think Rebekah is your mate?" she asked again. I sighed deeply.

"I think she could be. I want her to be. But from what I've read and from what Aaron and Sam have told me, you feel it the first time you lay eyes on them. I didn't feel anything when I first saw Rebekah. I know she didn't feel anything then, either. I really hope it's just some kind of malfunction or something." I told Charlie.

"Your genes don't malfunction." Charlie said before she left the kitchen, leaving me to my thoughts.

***

Rebekah was on the phone with her father while I sat at one of the tables in the library. "Okay, now we should talk." I heard Aaron tell Sam in the front room. I couldn't help it. I focused so I could listen in to their conversation.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Aaron asked Sam. He nodded. "When I first saw you, I wanted to push you up against the nearest wall and make you scream my name." Sam chuckled, a blush on his usually pale cheeks.

"I felt like I had known you my whole life, yet I didn't even know your name. I wanted to be next to you, making sure you were happy and that no one would ever hurt you again. I can do that now. And I want to, for the rest of my life, and maybe longer than a lifetime."

Sam gave him a perplexed expression. "Wolves have this thing called mates." Aaron started. Sam's eyes widened. "It's the person you're meant to be with for the rest of eternity. You're him, Sam. You're that person. And I do, I want to spend the rest of eternity with you. By your side. Making you laugh your adorable laugh, getting that beautiful smile out of you. Making you happy. The only way I can do that, is if you have the same lifespan as me." Sam's small smile grew into what looked like a painful grin.

"Are you asking me if I want you to change me?" Sam asked Aaron. Aaron played with Sam's fingers.

"Yeah, I guess I am." he said with a small, nervous laugh. Aaron looked up, into Sam's eyes. "So, what do you say?"

"Well how could I say anything other than yes?" Sam exclaimed. He threw his arms around Aaron's neck. "Of course. Of course I want to, how could I not?" Sam mumbled into Aaron's neck. He pulled back and pressed his lips to Aaron's. I looked away from them, and at Rebekah. See was pacing in front of a row of books, her phone pressed to her ear.

"Are you sure? Don't you think that'll be dangerous?" Rebekah asked into the phone. I focused on the metallic object so I could hear Actaeon's response.

"If anyone's going to get through to him, it'll be me. I can handle myself, Becca. I have for a long time." he said.

"I don't want you to get hurt," Rebekah murmured. "I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not even Clarence." So that's who they were talking about.

"He's half-dead, running around in the Canadian woods. I think it'll be fairly easy for me to get him. I'll let you hold him in the dungeon, and I'll talk to him there until he's a little more stable." Actaeon suggested to Rebekah. She still looked unsure.

"I don't know, dad. I'd rather just have this all be over."

"And that means what, killing Clarence?" Actaeon asked her. Rebekah chewed on her bottom lip.

"We could just put him out of his misery. He's probably bleeding to death, or freezing to death." Rebekah mused as she continued to pace.

"Hunters are harder to kill than that, Becca. We heal fast, so that we can get back up in a fight. He's been taught some medical skills. He's probably waiting for one of you to leave. He's probably planning an attack right now. Let me talk to him before you act, please." Rebekah sighed.

"Fine, but if he's not in our dungeons by high moon tomorrow, then we'll send out a group to put him down." she said, then ended her call. I diverted my eyes before she realized I was spying on her.