Hold On

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I panted for breath, fighting the urge to reach for him, while I watched him fight the urge to do it himself. He groaned and turned away. “I'm going to tell dad it's done and wait for you downstairs.” I started to turn back to me and stopped himself. “I have to get out of here.” He sounded as desperate as I felt.

I thought about what had just happened. Since we were mates, I knew this would make me happy, but I just didn't understand how my happiness always came with the baggage of mixed emotions. Slowly coming down to earth, I realized I was still half out of my bra. Once I got everything back in it's place, I sat up, looking around for my shirt. I looked around, my eyes settling on the bed where my blood stained the blanket. Without thinking, my hand came up to touch the spot on my shoulder where Mika bit me. “Tss Ah!” I gasped jerking in pain. It burned. What the hell was that about? I stood up, resuming my hunt for my shirt, while simultaneously wondering if I could wear anything with sleeves. After a few minutes, I gave up and went to my room, grabbing a black tube top that I usually wore to bed. Wanting to avoid anymore pain, I stepped into it, pulling it up and taking off my bra before pulling it in place. Sighing to myself, I went back downstairs.

When I walked into the living room, both dad and Mika stood up. Mika went right to me, wrapping his arms around me, making me relax into his arms. It felt so right it made me wonder why I had fought for so long. Dad came over to look at my shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asked, not looking up at me. I gasped in pain when he touched it and Mika growled.

“Like hitting someone when you do that,” I whined.

Dad smirked. “Other than that?”

I thought about it a moment. “A little light headed, I guess. My neck feels kind of stiff.” The second I said it, Mika started squeezing and rubbing my neck. “Mmmmmm...” I groaned, enjoying the feel of his hands. Mika froze.

“On second thought, I'll take her to Patrick,” dad said. Mika growled, then dad growled, making me jump. Dad had always been careful not to shift or do anything 'wolfy' around me. I was getting a glimpse of his beast, and it scared me. I instinctively took a step back and dad's face softened. Putting a hand on my good shoulder he pulled me closer. “It's okay, you'll get it soon enough,” he promised.

I smiled, remembering I was going to be one of them. Relief, excitement, and joy washed over me. I was finally going to feel like I belonged into my own family. I should have given in way sooner. I'm such an idiot sometimes. “So when does it start?” I asked, bubbling with happiness.

Dad looked like he was barely containing his joy. “Anywhere between tonight and tomorrow.” He turned to Mika. “You did lick the bite, right?”

Mika nodded as I said “Uh-huh,” appreciatively. His tongue on the bite had set my body on fire. I was feeling the need to repeat what lead to that when dad grabbed me, pulling me out of Mika's arms.

“Don't even think about it,” dad warned him. “David,” dad called out. I gasped, smiling. Uncle Dave was here. He handled the disciplinary cells, and was always busy.

Uncle Dave walked out of the kitchen, stopping on the edge of the living room. “There's my little fox,” he said smiling. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

“Not anymore,” I sang.

He laughed. “I heard.” He turned me to see the bite on my shoulder. “Took you long enough,” he finally said with a smile.

I blushed. “What are you doing here,” I asked, changing the subject. No sense in dwelling on my stupidity.

He cleared his throat. “Your dad thought it would be a good idea in case Mika has any trouble controlling himself.”