The Mute Wolf

Chapter 10

For the next couple of days I didn't leave my room. I hung up the picture that little wolf had drew on my wall across from my bed and stared at it like my life depended on it.
Tonight was a full moon and usually, since I was 16, my mating heat always began just before or just after the full moon.
Every full moon I either run off deep into the words so the unmated males in my pack can't smell me, or I haul myself up in my room. Sometimes both. I knew every full moon it drove Zak bananas. There wasn't that many young males in our pack currently, only about six between the ages of fourteen and eighteen. All virgins from what I could tell. Zak included. Apparently. It explained why it drove him so crazy every time it happened, but then I think that guy was born to mate.
The heat lasted for about three days, depending on whether I had sex or not. It certainly takes the edge off but it won't cure it. Either you go through the three days in total agony, go through the three days and have sex and make it a little easier if you trust the guy not to whip off the condom and make pups or get pregnant during the heat which apparently solves the whole issue. Or so I've heard. I'd love pups one day but not yet! And in case you were wondering, yes, that's how I lost my virginity. It was 8 months ago, we were visited by a few men from another pack at the time my heat kicked in. Safe to say one of the males didn't need much encouragement. He was a nice guy so my wolf took over and let him have his way. I made sure he used protection too.
I wanted to wait till I found my mate, but when I decided I didn't really want or need one, I no longer cared. The heats been harder since I became sexually active and once again I was dreading the three days of agony. There wasn't anyone within this pack that I would even consider letting that close. They were either too young and perverted, or already mated. Or in Zaks case, just perverted. I'd never give him the satisfaction of finally having me. Then again, next year he will be attending the ceremony and so will I. I bet he won't even look at the other girls and go straight for me. If he claims me and marks me we could potentially be married that very day if we wanted! Right before he has to fuck me in front of the alpha of the pack. My father! I shuddered.
"How are you feeling today? I will stay with you later if you want?" My mother asked as I finally prized myself free from my bedroom.
"I think I'll be okay. I'll just go for a run deep into the woods and die quietly." I replied biting a slice of her toast. She tutted at me and placed a hand on her hip.
"Don't say such things! You know I don't want you to suffer through this. Are you not going to accept a certain gentleman's help?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows. She was talking about Zak. I pulled a face at her and walked into the lounge flicking on the tv. It wasn't minutes later that I felt it. My heat!

I doubled over, grabbing hold of my lower stomach and gritted my teeth hard as I shouted out. It hits me like a train every time!
"Sweetheart?" I heard my mother call and she jogged into the room to see what was going on.
"I'm... I'm going to my room." I gasped as I hunched over trying to walk. My mother helped me up the stairs and laid me on my bed. I was already sweating madly.
"I'll grab you a hot water bottle." She said disappearing out of my room. It doesn't exactly help but it was all she could really do. From the voices downstairs I could tell my father had come home and she was giving him the news. He always made sure nobody would come into the house whenever I was in heat. He became even more protective than normal. When I brought it up to him he always said it's because he's too young to be a grandad. I suppose forty would be kinda young to be a grandad. although that's the age a lot of wolf shifters become grandparents.
Even with the hot water bottle my mother gave me, the cramps continued along with my chills and sweats and I found it hard to focus on anything. Not even the beautiful picture from little wolf. All I could think about was how badly my wolf wanted to mate! She yearned desperately for her mate, to be claimed and taken as his. The alpha prince looked like he was going to make claim to me the day of the ceremony, but whether he was my mate or not?... I remember smelling his scent briefly as he stood in front of us as I hit him in the back of the head with the peach. I remember it being alluring, as well as a feeling of danger, power and lust emanating from him. I admit I was kind of mesmerised by him, but that man was a killer. A monster. He wasn't our mate. He couldn't be. I didn't get close enough to find out. Besides, it wouldn't matter now. This year was his last chance at the ceremony. The council of wolves couldn't touch him there, but now it's all over and he's still unmated, they will be after him. Thank god that's not my problem! What kind of monster kills his own parents!? I recalled the look he gave me as he watched me right before my panic attack. Somehow I became even colder and shivered uncontrollably under my blankets. I tried to turn my focus away from the alpha prince and his monstrous behaviour and began to think of little wolf. He always made me feel calm. I pictured his hair ruffled up in my hands, his soft lips, his warm smile... Then I began to remember how he felt inside me, how much he enjoyed his first time with me. How he had filled me to the brim with his fluid. That was exactly what I needed right now. My wolf and I craved it.