The Murderous Mate

Chapter One: Leigh

The dinner was busier than ever tonight. The clanking of forks and knives rang through the air as people chattered amongst themselves. The smell of alcohol was present while waiters and waitresses dashed back and forth with foods and drinks. Even though it was a Friday night, our dinner never got this busy. There had to have been one hundred plus people sitting or standing to wait for a table.

I tapped my pen on the pad annoyingly as I waited for the old couple to order. The lady's fingers kept running up and down the menu while her husband stared into space. Peering over my shoulder, I watched as my other tables were filling up with plates and bills. My lips suppressed a groan as I turned back to the couple.

"How about I give you folks a couple more minutes to look at the menu, OK?" The couple rolled their eyes and agreed. My mind jumped with joy while my feet carried me away from the table. I made a beeline as I found my way to other tables, quickly taking their order before dashing back to the kitchen. By the end of eight o'clock, I was nearly out of breath, but I could tell my wolf was enjoying the workout. My body could feel her jump with joy.

Nobody other than me knew that I was a werewolf. My pack, Black Moon, had been my home before it was destroyed by another pack trying to take over our territory. I had only been eleven and was the only survivor. I had to live with the fact that I was an orphan, that my family died right in front of me. After the attack, I had run away promising myself that I would never go back unless I found the Alpha responsible for everything that happened. That night was permanently burned in my head, that I could even remember the alpha's smell. It was a strong smell that made me gag. He killed everyone I loved just to gain our land. My pain was his pleasure, and he would always have that grip on me forever.

I could feel my body shaking as I stood by the kitchen entrance, gripping the order I was supposed to pin up. Memories flashed through my mind like lightning. Get a grip Leigh, it been eight years, nobody knows who you are, my wolf said, a growl behind her words. She was right, I need to get a grip and get over this grief. I uncurled my fingers from the paper and hastily pinned it up. Turning on my heel, I stalked back into the dinner, ready to take more orders.

As I made my way back in, I noticed a group of men sitting in my area. Someone had cleared my table and allowed them to sit there. No matter how long it had been, my fear of men still shook me to the core. Before making my way over, I took in a shaky breath. The men noticed me as I walked over. There was four of them sitting in the booth, a smirk on each other their faces. Two of the men had light brown hair that was spiked on the ends, while the other two had dusty blonde hair that was nicely swept to the side. All four men were built nice, their sculpted muscles protruding through their shirts. Their defined jawlines stood out from a mile away, letting it flex whenever they turned their heads. Before stopping in front of their table, I smelt something I had smelt in eight years. Werewolves. What are they doing in Portland?

    "Hello gentlemen," all four men looked directly to me, their smirks growing bigger. "I'm Leigh and I'll be your server for tonight. Can I get you guys something to drink?" A faint smile grew across my face, as I waited for their order. One of the light brown hair men looked me up and down before speaking. His muscles flexed as his eyes bored into mine. My breathing quickened at the sight of him. The guy was drop-dead gorgeous, but I didn't need anyone like him, especially since he was a werewolf.

"Yes, scotch on the rocks for all."

"Okay, do you guys need a few minutes to look at the menu?"

"No, we all take steaks, with some rice and vegetables." I nodded while furiously writing everything down. "Any preferences for your steaks?"