Mated to the Wizard

10 - Shakespeare Play

When I get out of the bathroom, I can't hear Everest anywhere. Well, I'm standing in the hallway outside the bathroom using my enhanced senses to try and figure out where he is in the house, but all I can hear is Ben's snores from his room.

Cautiously, I head over to my mate's bedroom, confused. Normally, I can hear every single movement within a mile radius. If Everest isn't in the house, then where is he? I was only in the shower for five minutes.

The bed is made when I walk into the room. The lamp is off, but the moonlight streaming through the window gives the illusion it's only the beginning of the evening. Nevertheless, I switch on the light and look around the room, half expecting a zombie to jump out of a closet or something.

After the conversation we had about who is going to sleep where, I was kind of thinking he was opening up. Maybe just a little bit. Thinking maybe it would be like in the cliché romance movies, where the guy is lying in bed already, with no shirt on, but a pair of reading glasses the girl has never seen on him before, holding a classic novel, like Cider with Rosie or a Shakespeare play.

I shake my head at myself. Name one movie where that scene happens. My wolf mutters in my head. Sighing, I pull back the covers of the bed and grab my phone from the bedside table, where my glass of water from this morning is still lying. I thought I already decided I'm not going to emotionally commit to a relationship with Everest until he has accepted both his and my wolf, oh, and he lets me go and see my family again. Sleeping in the same bed as him means nothing. It's simply because he doesn't have a spare bed. I see it as nothing more than that. And if he wants to go and disappear until strange hours of the night, then I don't give a fuck. It's not my life he's living, and he shouldn't be living his life for me.

I start scrolling through Tumblr, liking random posts as I keep my ears open for any signs of movement. Call it self-defence, not waiting for Everest.

"Boo." I nearly scream. The male voice is so close to my ear it scares the living shit out of me. But from training, I've learnt to keep my mouth shut when caught off guard, as not to fall into the attacker's trap. You stay silent and they think they've won, but they took the coward's way out by catching a wolf off guard. Silence gives time to plot the next move.

Still not knowing who the attacker is, I swing my arm up and backhand the stranger in the face. Then, while they're caught off guard, I knee them in the stomach and punch the jaw, so whoever it is falls to the floor. The figure shows signs of getting up, so I straddle it, punch them in the face a few times and pin the arms above the head.

When my heart beat has slowed down, I register the tingles flickering around my skin from the contact with the figure.

That would be because I just hit my mate. Several times. In the face. And the gut. With my knee. And the back of my hand.

"As great as this position is, I'm going to need ice for this." Everest groans, freeing his hand from my loosened grip and holding his jaw. "For a little mate, you definitely know how to throw a big slap." He adds. I scramble off him and he gets up, groaning and clutching his stomach. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he points at the glass of water and lifts the liquid out of the cup, separates it into little blocks of floating water in the air, and with one flick of the wrist, freezes them. He grabs a shirt from the floor and wraps the ice up in it, holding it to his face. I just watch in astonishment. The only time I've seen Everest use his magic like this was when I got back from my run earlier and he was cleaning the living room.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that." I say guiltily. Still, to be far, he was the one to freak me out, so he deserved it.

"Well I didn't exactly know you were going to go all ninja on me." he replies sarcastically. I place a hand on my hip and raise an eyebrow.