Wolf's Needs

Chapter Eleven

If it weren't for the bright red box numbers that read twelve thirty PM Meka would've never known the difference between midnight and the afternoon. She sat up groggily and wiped her eyes before stretching and yawning, something she had always done in that order ever since she could remember. She relaxed down in her covers, last night replaying in her mind as soft as her mother's lullaby.

Jalyn. A human. Meka. A werewolf. Put that together and you get one furry mess. Why did this one creature spark such an interest in her when so many others of her kind couldn't even get her to glance there way? Why was she so cursed, she knew that she and Jalyn couldn't work, telling him would be a struggle though.

Reasons why this could never work between a human and a werewolf, also known as predator-prey:

It's about as wrong as a tiger going out with a doe.

Father would never approve.

There's a thing called life-mate, and the pack would just about kill Meka if hers was a human.

Repeat problem number two

Add number two and four together and multiply that by infinity and beyond

Basically, Meka was screwed.

What was she supposed to do? Life-mates were two werewolves that have ... chosen each other ... been assigned to each other ... (gah, what was the right word?) have come together by some unknown mystical force of God. It was such a deep and unbreakable connection that once you were bonded and mated your lives were connected. If one of the mates were killed, the other one would keel over and die without a single mark or scar to show why.

But your life-mate had to be a werewolf; it wouldn't work with a human. Their bodies weren't built for such a strong connection, and it would cause the humans heart to work overtime, thus killing the human by a heart attack. There was an incident like that in her pack, but it had only ever happened once. A smart man learns from his mistake, a wise man learns from others.

She would kill Jalyn if she ever tried to mate with him. In the pack, they say mate instead of just straight up sex because they were totally different, it was something much more powerful, much more meaningful than just simple, laid out pleasure. You were bonding your souls with another being for life, and when your own life and your partner's life ended, they ended together. They were a team, and it was both of their jobs to protect one another.

A mated wolf was a stronger wolf. If Meka's father thought she wasn't doing things right and by his rules, she had no doubt that he would pair her up with someone whom he thought eligible; strong, confident, dominant. But to get those you also got cocky, overbearing bastards who thought you were nothing but his own bitch gift from the pack. And one thing Meka would make very clear from the beginning was that she belonged to nobody but herself.

Last night, she and Jalyn were so close to grasping one tiny, solid thing to share, if they hadn't waited so long, it would've been there's, and whatever they might think was going on now would have been official. What was that saying; never kiss him on your first date? Well, Meka didn't think that counted as a date. Maybe date number point-five. Or maybe even point-one five.

She need a shower to wash away all of the dirt and grime, both mental and physical. She would also need to go hunting, and, although she was staying, she still needed to search around for her parents. She couldn't just leave them to fend for themselves.

But they're your parents. They trained you in everything you know, why would they need your rescue? Those words wouldn't stop playing in her head. She knew that they were her parents, she knew that – compared to everyone else in the pack – they were invincible. But nobody is bulletproof; nobody is faster than the speed of light and strong enough to take on a freight train head-on, and even though it brought tears to her eyes to think about this, not even her father was stronger than superman.