The Warrior (continuing from optimistic_dreamer)

The tattoo

Completely content I lay in my mate's bed with her safely wrapped in my arms. Olivia traced the lines of my tattoo with her fingertips and I sighed in pleasure.

"What does your tattoo mean?", she asked me fascinatedly.

I smiled at her curiosity and answered: "Every warrior is known for something that he can do best. At the age of 18, when you are first allowed to be on a real mission, it's tradition to get a tattoo, which symbolises that you are a warrior and what your best feature is."

Olivia listened attentively and asked: "Does it hurt? I heard that they use a specific ink so that it stays permanently."

I looked at her in wonder, because not many knew about this. However, it is true that werewolves normally cannot get a tattoo, because we would heal in no time. So someone, it was a witch, invented a special ink, which consists of various ingredients such as wolfsbane. Usually werewolves stay clear of silver and wolfsbane as just these two things are able to hurt and, when used in big doses, kill us.

"You're right. The ink also consists of wolfsbane.", I could not help my grimace as I remembered the pain.

Olivia suddenly stopped tracing my tattoo and stared at my wide eyed.

"How could you endure so much pain? I mean look at how big your tattoo is!", she exclaimed in concern and indicated with her hand my whole torso. However, my mate knew that almost more as the half of my back was tatooed as well.

I smiled gently at her. My wolf and I were delighted that she showed so much concern about our well being.

"The size of the tattoo also shows how strong you are as a warrior.", I admitted sheepishly.

"Then you must be the greatest of all!", Olivia marvelled.

I did not respond, because she was indeed correct. I was one of the most powerful warriors that ever existed.
However, I did now want to brag so I told her: "Ever since I was little I was a lot stronger than other kids, be it in strenght, in endurance, in speed or something else. I aced everthing. Soon my father let me train with the grown ups and at the age of 12 I was the best fighter they had. One of the warrior's headquarter's members arrived shortly after that and I was sent with them to become a warrior. I always wondered why there was no test to determine wether I was meant to be a warrior or not, but I was honored to get picked. Once in the headquarters I started training and got educated. I wasn't allowed to see anyone until the age of 18, when I would be a real warrior. When you get your tattoo they notice how much pain you can stand. They begin here", I pointed to my chest, "and continue down to your stomach. The tattoo on your chest identifies you as warrior as most can endure the pain here first. Depending on your pain they continue as long as you can stand it."

"Where is your best feature tattooed?", Olivia wanted to know.

I showed her the spot and she smiled at me knowingly.
Again I was surprised that she knew the meaning, because it was in an old language the first werewolves where supposed to have spoken.

She traced her fingertips over the spot and asked me: "So you never got to see your family for 6 years?"

Again I had to grimace. "No, but not because I wasn't allowed, but because my pack was slaughtered by rouges."

Olivia looked at me and there was no pity in her eyes. I almost did not want to tell her the story about my parents, because everybody always had the same expression of pity on their faces. I did not need their pity, what I needed was someone, who understood.

My mate smiled sweetly at me and told me: "I bet your parents are really proud of you. I don't know anyone else, who could do a better job as a warrior than you. Not only is your job to solve problems with rouges, but also to help them. I truly admire your strength, when it were rouges, who killed your family."

My wolf howled, because finally someone understood. Of course this someone was my other half.

I gently kissed the crown of Olivia's head. There were no words to express how thankful I was for her words.

"I'm really happy to have you as my mate. You are so much more then what meets the eye. So much more than I ever dared to hope for!", Olivia told me lovingly.

I tightened my grip on her, because these were the words I always wanted to hear and now my mate was here with me and she was the one, who told me.

"I'm already falling for you hard!", I stated honestly.

Olivia smiled shily at me and answered: "You're not alone!"

Before this was ending in a heated make out session, where I was not sure I could control myself any longer, because of our declaration of love for each other, I told her: "I would like to leave for the council tomorrow, if that's okay with you of course."

Olivia nodded: "Yes, I think it's best if we get to them as soon as possible. Are the two other warriors accoompanying us?"

"If that's okay with you than yes. I spoke with them after the meeting with your father." I noticed that Olivia wanted to say something but I stopped her. "Which went well by the way. I told him about us being mates, me being dead serious about you and my idea to visit the council."

Olivia smiled at me: "Good, I'm really excited to meet them. I bet that you are good friends and I'm glad dad understands and didn't give you any problems!"

"Where you concerned about me?", I asked somewhat shily. My wolf growled in my mind because we did not do shy. We were fierce and strong, not shy like little children. However, with my mate I got to experience new emotions and I was more than happy for that.

"Of course and I always will be concerned about you from now on!", she promised me with a soft kiss to my lips.

I groaned at that and my mind driftet to doing naughty things again, but I knew that my little mate was getting tired and we had to sleep to be fit in the morning.

Soon Olivia's breathing slowed down and I laid her gently on the bed, because she fell asleep on top of me.
For a moment I watched her sleep and I could not have been happier than in this moment.

Ours

After the quickest shower of my life and mind linking Mason and Jake about leaving tomorrow I joined Olivia and almost instantly she cuddled up to me. My arm was already possessively wrapped around her and soon I fell asleep in what had to be the best sleep in my whole life.