Forbidden

Forbidden - Chapter 2

Lupe's P.O.V

Mate, she whispered to me. 

No. He is not my mate. He's a human.

Yes he is. He is our mate.

How you even sure? The only real way to know is to look into each other's eyes. That hasn't happned so you can go back to being the quiet little presence in my head, I snapped.

For those wondering, no i was not crazy and the little voice in my head i was talking to was my spirit wolf. Every werewolf was inhabited with a spirit wolf which allowed the were to change form. We constantly felt them as a small presence in our minds. They had a big say in our actions and behaviours. Most of our reactions were dictated by our wolf. They also gave us our coloring.Mine was quite verbous and was constantly givng me her opinion, especially when unnessary, but we got along pretty well.

Well go look at him in the eyes and we'll see whose right.

Nope. Not even going to waste my time doing that. I have better things to do, I replied and she went quiet. I unfroze and went to sit at my seat, which was next to newbie. I leaned back in my seat and grabbed the book in my bag, shutting out the noise of my annoying class mates.

"Hi," he said in a dark mysterious voice. I knew immediately who was talking to me. It was him, my ma-, stop it right there, he is not my mate. my mate would not be a human. Fate would not be cruel enough to give me a mate that I couldn't be with.

i forced myself to ignore his seductive voice and concentrated on my book. Usually i never had a problem ignoring the idiots that surronding me, but i simply couldn't forget that he was sitting so close to me.

"My name's Damian. What's yours?" he continued, obviously not geting that i was trying to ignore him.

Damian. His name fit him so perfectly. So mysterious. So dark. So him. Damian. It even sounded sexy for God's sake. Damian. It fit him so perfectly. 

I swallowed once to calm myself and answered in the coldest voice I could muster, "Save your breath newbie. I'm not interested." He chuckled, but stopped talking to me.

At the same tiem, the teacher entered to room and the class calmed down a bit. She started another one of her boring lectures on great writers or something and I got back to my book. I tried to get back into the story, but was unable. Instead I risked a glance at him.

He was paying attention to what the teacher was saying and luckly not looking at me. He had messy dark brown hair that looked like he had just passed a hand through it carelessly. He was pale, not deathly pale, but pale as if he didn't go outside much. We already have that in common, i thought before quickly erasing that thought from my mind. He was tall, a good head and a half  taller than me, so i was guessing he was about 6 feet/6 feet one. He was nicely built, but not too much, just enough. He had a nice mouth that looked quite kissable, not that i wanted to kiss him. He looked....right. Perfect. 

But he wasn't. If he was, then he would be an werewolf of a good family.

He gaze went up a bit and I looked at his eyes. He wasn't looking at me so I wouldn't know if he was my mate, even if he was, which he wasn't.

His eyes were breathtaking. They were a pale green that reminded me of jade and were surrounded by dark lashes. They contrasted with  his dark hair and seemed like endless pits you could drown in. I let myself be pulled in and a shiver went through me as I found myself unable to free myself. What would happen if he were to look at me in the eyes. I would surely drown.

And his smell. He didn't smell like that horrible smelling Axe thing or those cheap ass body sprays. He smelled like... well I couldn't actually match his scent with any other that I had  encountered in my life. But this what a guy should smell like. The smell of him brought image of a forest in the middle of the night with a full moon hanging in the sky. The only word that I could come up with to match this imag was wild. That was it. He smelled wild. It fit him so perfectly.

My wolf purred and started to make her way into his mind. She wanted to see him, his mind, his soul, him. She leapt...

And I jerked back, getting her under control as i realized what had almost just happened. My wolf had almost leapt into his mind and marked him ours. 

My wolf was angry. Spitting mad. She wanted, no needed, to mark him for some reason that was beyond reason. She wanted out and she wanted it now. She wasn't going to wait, not after what had just happened. My nails changed to claws and i clenched my fists tightly.

I shoved my book in my bag, grabbed it and headed for the door, murmuring a quick "Sorry this is an emergancy," to the teacher before hurring outside. Once I was out of view of the school and in the forest, i rapidly undressed, dropping everything in a messy pile next to my bag. Then i started to change. And lost myself to my wolf and the wildness.

(Damian's picture on the side)