The Rise and Fall of Clotho Lockheart

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Unknown POV

Walking up and down the tedious streets of London day after day for the past 4 years looking for my mate has been a drag. Not being able to leave the territory is even worse! If it weren't for the bloody demons roaming everywhere nowadays I would have been able to search out of country for her the day I turned 18! My wolf, Blake, and I growled in unison.

Being the 22 year old Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the world had it's advantages, but having to fight the war with the demons head on isn't. It's prevented me from leaving my territory and searching for my mate, which in turn is making my wolf weaker and weaker with time.

Looking down to the pavement as my heavy black boots hit the ground, I mentally grumbled and griped over not having my mate. Too deep in thought, I barely noticed when I rammed into a tiny person. Taking a step back to give them space, the most heavenly scent wafted into my nose.

Roses. Coconut. Firewood. The combination was odd to say the least, but I couldn't get enough of it. Letting my eyes follow the path of the scent, it led me directly to the fragile being I had nearly trampled just a second ago. My eyes widened to the size of saucers as I took her appearance in.

She was grumbling something in what sounded like Japanese, along with "I wasn't looking where I was going." She shoved me slightly to the side, with a force that I never would have imagined she could conjure up. She seemed to move at the speed of a supernatural, but she held no eminence of one.

As if the imagine of her leaving me was a smack to the face, I was suddenly aware of the fact of how much distance she was trying to putting between us. "Wait!" I said as I grabbed her arm with enough strength so she wouldn't be able to escape, but not enough to hurt her.

Somewhat of a growl escaped her as she was whipped around. "Ittai nani ga!" She belted, though I had no idea what she was saying. "I don't have time for-" She suddenly cut herself off when she looked up at me, and I know exactly why. I was just as taken aback by her beauty as she was by (presumably) mine.

She was around 5'0" tall, so my 6'6" frame towered over hers to say the least. Her face looked as if it had been carved by the angels, and she was beautifully fit. She had the most intense stare from the flawless multicolor iris'. Her clipped brown hair flowed into a soft white, and had my wolf not been screaming in my head I would have been out in a trance.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?! I snapped at him viciously for breaking my concentration on her. His answer, as they always were, was short and to the point.

'Mate.'

Euphoria erupted within me as I realized I had finally found her. The love of my life. My world. The one I was made to protect and cherish. I'd finally found my girl.

"Chikushō." She muttered, the Japanese flowing effortlessly from her perfect not-too-plump yet not-too-thin lips. She turned her body so she was no longer facing me, and once again dug her feet into the ground, her legs becoming tense like springs. Releasing the tension, she launched herself forward.

"No! Hey! Stop!" I belted, pleading for her not to go when I had just found her. However, her obviously not being a werewolf, she had to yet to recognize and understand the connection we had as the mate bond.

Determined not to let her slip away, I instinctively began to follow her and her scent. Being in moderate proximity, my werewolf hearing picked up on the agitated sigh that escaped her beautiful lips.

Without notice, she once again shot forward, gaining more speed. She seemed to know where she was going, and in an instant she was out of my sight.

A rough growl escaped my lips, and I nearly shifted on the spot. Taking a deep breath, I eagerly searched for her scent, which led into a near by alleyway. Gotcha. I thought to myself with a smirk. Just as I was about to go in and get her, a blonde skimpy bimbo with the scent of my mate stepped out.

That's her. My wolf nipped at me. I can't miss her scent. Just trust me on this and follow her without her noticing. Against my bitter judgment, I obeyed my wolf before he chose to take over himself. As I was walking, multiple questions ran through my head about my mate.

How old was she? What was her name? Did she know about werewolves and the world of supernaturals? Where did she come from? When did she get here? Why was she so perfect?

Okay, that last ones a bit cheesy for me, but hey, I've been searching for this girl my whole life. Cut me some slack.

But one vitally important question was sending into an abyss of theories and worries.

How the hell had she changed forms like that?