A Werewolf In Love (The Garrison Pack Series - Book 1) - Complete

Chapter 4

I hadn't told her. I nearly had, my wolf had wanted to just spurt it out and kiss her, but I don't want to scare her. It's no hidden fact that her parents hated my kind; they even started a campaign when my Pack moved here. They wanted to get us removed.

After having her in my arms all day, my wolf's now pacing. We want to know if she's ok. If she's safe. Our mate is now the most important thing in our lives, even if she doesn't know it. I'm worried to see her reaction, but at the same time, I know she needs to be told. My wolf doesn't accept the fact our mate may reject us. He doesn't think about what mayhem Kaitlyn and I being together could cause in this town. It's one thing to date a werewolf, but it's another thing altogether mating with one. Mating for the human world, is a little like marriage, only without divorce, its forever.

I pull my car over on the side of the road and get out. My wolf's too agitated. He's banging against the reins I suddenly find myself holding him in. I strip and stow my clothes inside my car before I shift in a flurry of light, of passion and pain. A warm sensation begins to wash over me, until a fire consumes me.

Now, my wolf's free. I growl and run.

Kaitlyn. Mine.

I run.

Smelling the things around me; a rabbit hiding in the bushes to my right. A deer two hundred yards south. A stream to my left; the sound of the water rushing in the currents fills my ears and I splash through it on all fours. My gaze alert and my ears ready. My body moves with grace as I leap from a rock and land on my paws, running fast and getting faster.

A light from the house. A single light remaining on upstairs. The curtains are open. I slow to a stop and stay hidden within the cover of the trees. My gaze locks on that light; a figure looks out the open window.

Kaitlyn. My Kaitlyn. Mine.

I growl softly, watching as she smiles into the night; as if she knows I'm here. Yet I know she doesn't. 

She sits down on the window seat and begins reading a book. Her hair falls to one side of her face as she angles her head down a little. She seems to get absorbed in the book; smiling and sometimes laughing without conscious thought as something happens in the book she holds in her hands.

I want to see her eyes, her smile. I want to see her face light up as she laughs. I can't stop myself. I throw back my head and howl, long and hard; others from my Pack join in seconds later until there's a course of beautiful sound vibrating in the night's air.
Looking back I find Kaitlyn has discarded her book. She's watching from the window, leaning out to catch the sound, her hair billowing in the wind, her eyes shining and a smile brightening her face.

"Zack," her whisper carries to my ears and I howl again. This time, I howl for her. For my mate.

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I wake with the sun streaming through the open curtains; a small smile plays on my lips as I think about the howls I'd heard last night. It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. After getting an earful from my mother when I'd gotten home, the howls had been a welcoming thing.
There'd been one howl, louder than the rest; as if it were closer than the others. That sound, it'd pulled at my heart. I'd wanted to run into the forest and find the wolf that'd made the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life.

I had thought it'd been Zack, but it was probably impossible to tell one wolf from the other.

I lay in bed a while long, daydreaming about this and that, until my alarm goes off. I reluctantly get up and get dressed.