When Our Worlds Collide (Editing)

[2] My Mate's Scent

I wonder about my mate as Simian and Parker, Kimmy's older brother, argue about the way Sim treats Kimmy. Any sane person would tune that crap out. And that's what I did, but I found myself thinking about my mate for the hundredth time today.

Was she tall or short? What color is her hair? Does she have freckles? Is she funny and spontaneous or is she shy and prefers to keep to herself? Does she go to my school? What's her favorite color? Did she have a favorite color? What's her favorite movie of all-time? Book? Song? Play? Poem? Ballet? Does she like sports?

A thousand questions were swirling around in my head, but there was one that really got to me...what was my mate's scent? I mean, I caught it when I was in town and I can almost identify it, but I always feel like I'm missing something. She smells like cinnamon, vanilla and...and...and something else that's familiar to me but I can't place it.

All I know is that it came together and made the most delicious scent I have ever smelt. I wonder if she's a werewolf that's passing through or if she's a human. God, I hope she's a werewolf; it'll require a lot less explaining. I wonder if I'll smell her scent again and be able to find her this time.

"What an asshole!" Someone snaps.

I look up to see Simian pacing with a red face and I notice Clare and Levi is here, too. Simian is grumbling curses to himself as he paces with his fists clenched to his sides, his claws extended. I bet I know what asshole he's talking about. Most likely the same one that constantly tells him that he wished that Kimmy got a better mate.

I sigh, "What did Parker say now?"

"He didn't say anything. It's what he fucking did! He grabbed Kimmy and fucking pulled her out of here, like she's his fucking property! The fucking idiot! If I could kill him..." The rest of his words became confusing and too low for me to comprehend.

I turn to Levi with a confused expression on my face. He shrugs at me before kissing Clare. I roll my eyes at them; why do I insist on handing out with these people? I mean, seriously.

"You know what we should do? We should break into his house and spray paint his room with profanities. Or forge pictures of him with a hermaphrodite prostitute and hand them out at his college. Or we should--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Levi interrupts, holding up his hands. "What the fuck are you babbling about, asswipe?"

"I'm 'babbling' about that jackass for a brother Kimmy's got and how I might just show him how much of a bastard he is! What, he thinks that just because he's the poster Wolf for mating that he's some fucking genius? Ha, he can kiss my ass with his fucking snout, the shit-eater!"

I share a shocked look with Levi. Sim has never gotten this worked up over some shit that Parker said, nor has he ever cursed this much. My eyes follow his tense body as he worries out my floor, creating a draft with all of his pacing. I would say that Simian's getting too worked up, but I know not to. The Mate Bond is a complex thing and it makes one's Wolf become very possessive over their mate, especially the males. To grab and forcibly take away someone's mate can make the worst situation even more so. To be honest, I'm surprised Simian's still in human form.

"Okay, how about we breathe and take a step back from this discussion?" I suggest, trying to diffuse the situation.

Simian lets out a breath and nods, "Yeah, let's do that. Let's relax and rehash and then we'll regroup."

I watch him carefully as he plops down in my computer chair, the chair starts to swivel slightly. He still has the angry glint in his eyes, but at least now, his face isn't contorted with contempt. I'll take what I can get. We all lapse into a silence, even Clare doesn't speak. That shocked the hell out of me, a lot. Soon, Simian sighs and looks at me with a hopeful expression.