Rhonen's Pov
I had stormed off to take care of some pack business and cool down. Why was she so difficult. I was trying my best to show her love and affection and all so does is throws it right back in my face. Quite frankly I was frustrated at her for not accepting me. I mean she's my mate. Are mates not close to each other?
When I came back a few hours later my splendid mother had put her to bed which I was very thankful for. The small wolf that was my mate lay curled up under my blanket made from one ot my kills. A decent sized bear. We were not like Southerners. We were more on the tribal side while they took in the ways of the humans. Scum as I like to call them. They have done nothing but hunt us for ages.
I sighed and grabbed my mother's forearm as she did mine. It was a greeting that was common amongst Northerners. I gave her a faint smile thanking her for helping Arabella before she left. I climbed in bed with her and wrapped my arms around her furry form to keep her warm. The air had smelled a bit of which usually meant there would be a storm. I also didn't want to waking up alone and scared since I didn't know if she was afraid or was even used to hail.
I gently pet her head wanting her to feel safe. I just wasn't good with all of this stupid lovey dovey stuff. I was trying for her though. The Moon Goddess has really blessed me this time. I was gifted with such a beautiful mate. I'm sure her personality is just as amazing as her gorgeous looks.
I felt my eyes start to droop and blinking to become longer. I smiled softly and kissed her furry forehead before I let myself fall fast asleep.
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Two Sides
WerewolfIn the beginning of werewolves there were two twin brothers. They were very close until something drove them apart. Their father, the Alpha, would only choose one of them to rule over where they lived, the north. One of the twins was quite big for a...
