Weres

33. Soulmates

Iosif caught the very faint smell of wolves. Its existence in the air was so light that any other supernatural couldn't even catch the whiff of it. However, being alive for more than hundred years, Iosif had skilled himself in recognizing the faintest of scents. 

He knew they were being followed by the wolves, and they belonged to the pack that they had just left.

Iosif took no offense on being tailed by werewolves as long as they kept their distance. The knight himself believed that it would be foolish of that young Alpha to put his trust in complete strangers—strangers that weren't even supposed to exist.

Kyle whistled carefree as he whiplashed past his mate, unaware of the wolves. Iosif kept it that way. Kyle would only want to taunt those weres as a revenge for sneaking up on them and then would fail eventually because these furry beings were skilled.

The last thing he wanted was wasting more time.

Iosif sympathised with the Marshville's Alpha for losing his mate like that and also admired him for keeping a leveled head even in these overwhelming circumstances. Any other wolf would have crumbled down if someone had nabbed away their partner like that.

Werewolves were extremely feral when it came to their mates but the Alpha didn't lose himself to his natural instincts—which was rare. However, Iosif still could see through Eden—his pain of losing his mate, or the way the relief falling on his face for a fleeting moment when Iosif had assured him Odis never harmed innocents like Marley.

The white-haired knight didn't know why Odis abducted a wolf's mate and moreover, an Alpha's, but he hoped for his old friend's sake that he hadn't harmed the girl or else no one could save him from the Alpha's wrath.

It was fascinating how much control the mates had over these supernatural creatures.

Soulmates.

Iosif never understood the notion of soulmates. The existence of someone who held the other half of your soul was simply pointless... and yet it was there.

He had spent more than a century wandering around the small planet, learning new cultures, studying different human behaviours, seeking places that were still undiscovered by humans but never once he felt lonesome. He took great pleasure in being a solitary. 

He had been happy as he was bound to no one, except his father and brother who themselves enjoyed their solitude.

But then came Kyle and shattered all those illusions of contentment.

A human male with a mop of light brown hair, gleaming hazel eyes and a thirst for unnecessary dangers was enough to turn all those merry hundred years of his bachelorship colourless. The longing he had felt for Kyle from the one look made him both fear and awestruck with the mate theory.

Mating in the supernatural world had always been regarded highly, and Iosif understood the reason since the moment Kyle came into his bland life.

"We are just walking around lamely?" Kyle groaned, jumping from one branch to the other. "I see no sign of Odis. I'm getting bored."

Iosif looked up admiring the simple movement of his mate. The way his brown hair fell to his chiselled face and caressed his marbled skin was enthralling. Kyle could have remained human and would still have the same effect on him.

Turning a human into a knight was a long agonizing process. All Iosif had to do was bite, but it was Kyle who had to go endure the pain. The images of his mate writhing in pain and begging him to stop it still haunted Iosif.

There was a part of Iosif that would never forgive himself for putting his mate into such suffering, even though now Kyle laughed it off as a funny memory. Iosif never knew the pain since he was a knight by birth.