Mated to the Wizard

15 - Wolf's Emotions

Everest's P.O.V

I lean back in my seat and watch the restroom door. We're sitting in the restaurant, me and Ben. Avery was dazed out a few seconds ago before she went to the restroom. It was weird; I ordered her food and she zoned out for a minute with a distant look in her normally bright eyes and running from the table. It's now been almost five minutes and she hasn't come out again. I didn't grow up with a mother figure, and Julie and I never went out to eat like this, so I don't know how long women take in there.

I'll give it another ten minutes.

"Dad, why do they only fill half the packet with sugar?" Ben asks, snapping me from whatever thinking I was doing. He's fiddling with a sachet of sugar from the pot in the middle of the table.

"Because the people who make it seem to think we have enough trees for them to do so." I reply, just as Ben spills the little granules all over the table by accident. I sigh heavily. I've learnt over the years not to get angry at him – not that I really could. It beats me how father could ever hurt me, his own son, but it was for the best; he must've had his reasons.

"Sorry." My son mutters, tracing pictures in the sugar with his finger. I chuckle at him, glancing at the restroom door before looking back at him and using my powers to move the sugar back into the packet and sealing it.

"Leave the sugar alone now, okay, Ben?" he nods at my simple order and rubs the lens of his glasses to get rid of a smudge. I've always wondered how Ben could possibly have bad eyesight when I have enhanced werewolf senses, but maybe by the time he's sixteen he'll grow out of it.

After five more minutes of random chatter with Ben, I start to worry a little about Avery. I let her go without even putting magic over the windows, if there even is any in there.

She's probably just washing her hands or something.

Another five minutes pass, and this time I'm verging on panic. I can't lose her tonight – I told father I was going to mark her! If she manages to leave, I don't know what I'll do.

The waitress saunters over to us with Ben's burger and Avery's spaghetti in her hands. She places the dishes down on the table and is about to walk away again, but I grab her wrist and look into her eyes.

"Go to the bathroom and make sure my friend, Avery Daniels, is there and okay." I order her, to which she nods and walks over to the door I've been staring at for the past few minutes. Coming out a few seconds, there's a frown on her face, and I instantly start searching around for her.

"I'm sorry Sir, there's no one in there." The waitress says when she reaches our table again. I want to snap her neck so badly right now just out of irritation, but I know that wouldn't help things. I flick my wrist and freeze everyone in the diner. Since my magic doesn't work on Ben, he finishes taking a huge bite of his burger before he realises everyone else is still. Used to my ways however, he doesn't pay much attention, and dips a fry in ketchup before stuffing it in his mouth.

"Stay here." I tell him, standing up and walking to the restroom to check for myself.

"Dad! That's the girl's bathroom!" Ben calls after me, muffled, as if he has a mouth full. I ignore him and walk straight in, finding an open window above the sinks, a piece of crumpled paper stuck in the edge of the frame, and not a person in sight. Rage blinds the corners of my vision as I unravel the paper and read the messy, rushed handwriting.

I know that handwriting. I grew up with the guy who wrote it – Gabe.

The air smells faintly of Avery; I know I've missed her by about ten minutes or so. The scent of my cousin flows through the window with the light breeze as well. He told her everything, and she ran away from me.