Wolfsbane, A Love Story

I Wrote This With My Bear Hands

Nate:

My shoulders heave with quiet sobs as I carry my fading mate. This can't be real. I just got her and she's already going to leave me.

A steady flow of blood trickles from her mangled forearm and I know we have a minute or so before there's nothing left of this tiny girl but a dried out husk. I called for the pack doctor as soon as I could, and now it's just a matter of meeting eachother.

I hear a shuffling sound a little bit ahead of me and Jack's huge frame hurls from the bushes, medical pack in hand.

"Holy shit. What happened?!" His gruff voice cuts through the eerie silence of the night like a jagged saw. I flinch a little and shake my head.

"C'mon, before she fucking dies right here. She's a pureblood, so she has a chance." My voice breaks. I hope she has a chance. She basically tore her arm off. This is bad. This is so bad. Bile and panic rush up into my throat and I feel it constrict. My chest heaves but I can't seem to get much air.

"Okay, this is pure adrenaline," Jack lifts a needle and waves it slightly in the air. "Chances are, if I shoot her up with this, she's gonna come springing at us in full wolf form. So get ready to move."

"Just. Do. It." I grind out from clenched teeth. Jack is way ahead of me though. He's already jabbed the needle into her good arm and pushed down on the plunger.

For a a few moments, there's nothing. And a feeling of dread starts to settle around us. Then Octavia's eyes fling open, wild and feral, she shifts into a wolf in a split second. Before I can even think she's hurling herself from the ground and tearing out of here at full sprint. Which is fucking lightning speed for a pureblood.

Jack and I exchange looks.

"Let's go, before she hits Canada." He sighs.

Jack is strong, and must've been saving up some energy, because he manages to shift and start tailing after Octavia. With me in the lead, we're still so far behind her that I have to follow by scent.

How long is she gonna be like this? I ask Jack though the mindlink.

She should be passing out in an hour or so. She's strong, like 50 wolves strong, so there's really no telling. I just needed something to shake up her wolf and accelerate the healing process a bit.

I sigh. This is gonna be a long night.

So, who is she? Jack asks.

I'm not sure. It feels like she might be my mate. Jade found her in a bar fight in town. Said she practically killed this guy with one punch. He asked why she was on my territory, come to find out, she thought she was the only monster in this world.

Wow... how do you know? That she's your mate I mean?

I just feel connected somehow. My wolf is trying to tell me something about her, I just can't figure out what. And we feel some of the symptoms that mates supposedly feel when they meet. But... I don't know. I feel like there's something else.

My dad has some heirloom books on pureblood mythology and mates from like, the 1800's or something, if you wanna read them.

That'd be amazing. I thought this was all bullshit.

Then I hear it, the snarling of a wolf and the snaps and crunches of bones and flesh being torn into.

Oh shit. Please don't let it be some innocent hiker or something.

As we grow nearer, a low warning growl rumbles through the clearing. My wolf whimpers and tucks his tail, and Jack crumbles to the ground in total submission.