Life-Times Apart

*Ch.6 Would you like to dance?

  He watches her spend the majority of the party with Andrew. So, her name is Levi Hawthorne. It's a nice simple name, but for some reason, he can't stop watching her.

There was a moment when he pained because when he looked over to find her, she was gone. Andrew was moving his way.

"Alright man, you've been staring at her since we got here and you have your shield up. What the fucks going on?" Andrew asks him with a hard look in his eye.

"I don't know. She's beautiful, the first woman I've looked at in a long time. She's got weird eyes." he comments, being honest with his War Master. He's not lying. He doesn't feel a pull or anything towards her, but she has caught his attention.

"They're beautiful eyes. Hey, this is a topic I know you'd kill me for bringing up, but I've got to know." Andrew says, looking a little nervous, yet curious.

"What did you feel with each of the girls you met, after your birthday?" he asks, looking at him hard. Zach looks at him shocked, could he be feeling the mating pull? Is this his weird way of asking advice? Zach wonders.

"Um, nothing. I felt nothing. Hollow for a while. And every time I knew it wasn't her. Yes, I think some women are beautiful, but I don't want them in any way shape or form." he tells his War Master. Andrew seems to be intent on his words. They are completely blocking out the Alpha's speech.

"Why do you ask?" Andrew looks at him a little sadly.

"I'm just trying to get a perspective. And this girl, you just think she's beautiful? D-do you think she may like me?" And now Zach has been blindsided. His War Master likes this woman. Yes, woman, doesn't she have a mate of her own?

"I think she is beautiful, yes. The glare she gave me earlier shows she doesn't like me." he laughs thinking about it, "But who knows her feelings for you. Now don't go falling in love again, only to be broken. Surely she's old enough to have a mate." he tells his friend. Andrew has been 18 for 7 months and has fallen in love a total of 13 times. Each time he is heartbroken because they find their mates.

'Don't get mad at the boy, all he wants love.' Caleb chasties him. Zach rolls his internal eyes.

"I'm not in love. She's nice, that's all. And she is old enough, she just doesn't have a mate. Kind of like you." And now Zach's shock splays across his face for everyone to see.

"Come again?" Zach croaks.

"She. Doesn't. Have. A mate. She said he never showed or doesn't exist or something. She makes it sound like no big deal, but when I smelt her, she smells sick." Andrew tells him. They watch her walk down the stairs, and Zach looks at her even more intently than before. No mate huh? Weird.

Andrew leaves him to ponder what he's said. She doesn't even notice him when she stands by him after getting to the bottom of the stair case. So he leans in closer, still a good distance between them, and takes a sniff.

His mouth waters. Like apples and honeysuckle and fresh roses. He smells again and smirks. She smells amazing. But when she starts to move away, he catches a sickly sent off of her. Almost deathly. It's deep inside of her and doesn't give off much of a sent, but it's there.

For some reason he gets this crazy urge to walk up to her, pull her to his chest, and put his nose to her neck. He wants to find out what's wrong. He wants to make it better. He smirks to himself. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He tries to focus on anything else except her. But she's the only thing that can hold his interest. He tries talking to other girls, but they are all the same cheap, fake, ugly, whores that throw themselves at any passing man of importance. He quickly gets agitated and bored. He leaves.