Wolf Doctor

2.

Emmet
I began the search for my mate the next morning, much to the exasperation of my packmates. I was eating breakfast while typing away on my laptop, looking for the owner of the car with the new york license plate that I had run into last night. I easily found my mate after a few quick searches through the DMV database.
My mates name was Alexis Quinn Bergemont, his soft name perfect for his soft appearance. He had been a surgeon before moving into the old rogue house on the edge of town. His records show he was from New York, left for “personal reasons”, and was very financially comfortable.
I had no problems with the rogue house, our pack being very welcome to the travelling packs that would pass through around hunting season. It was a temporary home for the nomads who were so used to roughing it, but we abandoned it about ten years ago after an awful confrontation over power. The disagreement ended in blood shed, leaving us to clean the place up once they had used it as a battle ground. We gave it to the town after that and instead used a house closer to the pack so that we could keep a closer eye on our visitors. The house had been fully repaired and perfect for use but for ten years it has sat untouched and unloved because of the horrible memories those of the town associate with it.
Now, my wonderful mate was living in the old home.
“Em, you gotta take a break man, you’ve been at it since you woke up,”Brent, my delta, chastised.
“I know, but I want to know everything I can. He is my mate after all.”
“Yeah but Emmet, you have to keep in mind that humans would consider that stalking,” my sister Hazel giggled.
“Haz, I do not need your two cents.”
“Oh but of course you do Emmy! You love my advice. Anyways, why don’t you quit stalking the poor man and go to him, maybe help him unpack?”
“Brilliant idea, because a random guy just showing up at his door wouldn’t be weird at all.”
“Tell him you’re there to welcome him to the town,” she shrugged and sauntered out of the kitchen.
With a groan I slid myself out of my bar seat and went to change. After that I made my way out of the pack house, yelling my goodbyes over my shoulder.
When I reached the house, it would have easily still passed as abandoned. Ivy clung to the walls while the flower beds ran in rampant anarchy, hiding most of the windows and porch from view. The grass was in severe need of a cut and the house a good hose off. From the small sliver of window I could see in, boxes towered in danger of falling.
I moved up the steps of the porch and to the door, psyching myself up to knock on the door. Finally managing to do so, I hear a call from deep in the house.
Suddenly the door swung open revealing my beautiful mate. In the light of day he looked even more stunning, his previously thought to be platinum hair was snow white and his eyes a shining forest green. His features were soft, all making him seem so delectably submissive looking. I could feel myself getting lost in his green orbs, never wanting to find my way back again. Sadly I knew I had to break the silence.
“Hey! I’m Emmet, I’m here to welcome you to town.” He smiled warmly at me.
“Hullo Emmet, I’m Alexis, but please feel free to give me a nickname, I have a tendency to not respond to my actual name. It is lovely to meet you, if you don’t mind the boxes everywhere, would you like to come in for a drink?” He asked, moving further in the house and allowing me to see more of the place I hadn’t been to in years. I stepped forward into his home,
“That would be fantastic, how about after something to drink I help you sort ot this mess,” I offered gazing around at the home crowded with the brown containers. I could see messy scrawl across some of them, going with the neater handwriting of another.
“Really?! It wouldn’t be too much, I’m sure you have better things to do today than help me sort through the literal tons of crap that I have in those boxes.”
“I’m sure, It’ll be fun!”
“Well alright but you’ve got to let me do something to repay you, I can’t just let you help me with such a burden without returning the favor.”
“How about I take you to dinner tonight?” He suddenly stops making the tea he had occupied himself with and turned a bright shade of pink.
“I-I couldn’t let you do something else for me, How about I pay?”
“Nope, I’m paying, but maybe you can pay the next time sweetheart,” I tease, suddenly worrying if I’m overstepping my boundaries. He giggles and nods his head, easing my worries.
“Alright Silver-eyes, I’ll go out with you tonight, but I insist that you join me for dinner Sunday night, my treat,” he counters.
“Why of course my good sir.” I give a mock bow and gain even more giggles.

Alexis
The instant I opened the door I knew the man was a werewolf. His posture, musky smell, and silvery grey eyes tipped me off in an instant. My nerves went haywire since I hadn’t interacted with any wolves since I left Jackson’s pack. However, this one seemed kind enough for just meeting me, but I had the sneaking suspicion he was the one who had dented the crap out of my car.
I had let him into my home with pure intentions, but now, we had been at it for hours, taking a small break for lunch, and the sweat that shone on his arms glistened sinfully and all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off. I definitely couldn’t do that with a were I had just met. We currently sat on the floor, going through the last couple of boxes with Jackson’s things in them.
We kept a steady conversation, me telling Emmet all about Jack, smiling at the fond memories of my lost love. I didn’t hold a single detail back, not even when Emmet asked me what exactly happened to Jackson.
“That is a horrible way to lose someone,” he stated, scooting over towards me and leaning his head on my shoulder in an act of comfort.
“I know, but I also know that he would never blame me for failing. He would want me to move on, find love again, be happy, and learn from the mistakes that I made before. He really was one of the best people I knew,” I trailed off, leaning into Emmet. I didn’t mind the tell-tale sparks that alerted me to the fact that we were mates. I knew I was ready, but he didn’t know that I knew about werewolves or us being mates so I decided to keep my mouth shut for now, watching and waiting for Em to figure out that I knew about him and wasn’t scared or worried. Jackson and I took things slow at first as well, finally a year before he passed he had officially claimed me. My mark was currently hidden under my shirt, right on my left collarbone.
“How about I go home to change, take a shower while you get ready for our date, make yourself pretty, and I’ll be back for seven?” He asked hesitantly. I smirked at him, he had already found out about my habit of cross dressing so he had no clue how I would appear after he came back.
“Of course, I’ll walk you to the door,” I stood and offered him my hand. He stood with me and before I knew it I was watching him pull out of my driveway, wishing he was here with me again. Well, time to get ready.

Hello my beautiful readers! That's my darling Haz at the top. Isn't she sweet. Not. Oh well, gotta love her sassy self. Hope to hear what you think!
~Drew