The Lone Wolf

Chapter 5

-HER-

Amara got up a little late today, her body is catching up all the good rest she missed out. She got up a little too fast and dizziness takes place, making the world spins a little.

She took a moment before going to the bathroom to shower. Today, she had promised mom to help with the house chores. She felt almost regretful.

She tied up her hair and wore a black short sleeves, with black shorts before going down.

"Mara, eat your breakfast first, and don't forget your promise." Eyes glaring straight to me.

"Morning too, mom." Which she ignores her, proceeds to clean the kitchen.

She sat on the table and saw that a plate of hers has been set up. There are pancakes with maple syrup, bacons and a glass of orange juice.

She ate in silence watching her mom moves on her own accord. She often wonder, how did mom move so gracefully, never unsure and always confident.

'I guess that's the perks of being a mom. So perfect.'

After eating, she's on a working mode at once. She needed to, to complete the tasks. After 20 minutes of warming up, she got her pace and found herself adamantly cleaning every inch of  the house.

She doesn't like to do house chores, but once she started, she'll clean with all of her wills. Never leaving any dust flying around.

After almost two hours of cleaning, she's done dusting, vacuuming the carpet, moping the floor in the living room, kitchen, rooms and the stairs, she also wipe the windows and the decorations on the table.

'What a productive day.' Wiping away her spent sweats.

She kept all the cleaning tools in the store room after. She walks up to her room and take a quick shower to clean all the sweats and dirts.

After freshen up, she went back downstairs and saw mom inspecting her cleaning works. I stop in my tracks and continue to study her.

Her hands traces the top of the table, at the decorations, the television, the windows, basically everything.

She seems satisfied when she saw no dust on her hands. Her feet is moving exaggeratedly to feel if there are any remnants soaps, but I know, there are none.

'I'm so in the mood to clean today.'

After inspecting enough, she sits herself on the couch and turn on the television. I make myself known and sit beside her.

"Thank you for helping me today." She smiles warmly to me.

"No problem, mom. So how is it?"

"How is what?" Her brow quirks up.

"Is it clean enough for you?" She asked.

"It's okay, not too bad at cleaning, I guess." Mom said teasingly.

"Oh, come on, you're better than that. Is that all I'm gonna get?" Amara whined.

She laughs and pinched my right cheek, "They're so clean, maybe we don't need cleaning for another year."

We laughed at mom's sarcastic comment. Exaggerate much, huh mom?

We watched together for a good half an hour, before my dad come home from his training. He trains the pack members every weekend.

And that's Amara's cue to go running. Her wolf haven't been let out for a while. She has been busy this week.

"Honey, I'm home." My dad closed the front door.

Mom gets up and welcome dad home. They kissed far too long and left nothing to the imagination, really.

"Get a room, please. I'm pure." Amara said teasingly.

Her parents just laughed and she go to change to her sports attire. Amara wore a white sports bra and a yoga pants for running.

She walks out the door after informing her parents. She slow jogs to the woods to warm herself up.

She goes behind a tree and stripped before shifting. The sound of bone creaking fills the woods and soon she's on four paws.

As soon as those four paws hit the wood's ground, her wolf, Nayna run to her heart content. Amara can feel that Nayna has been restless and sulking because she haven't been running.

Amara made sure that Nayna took her clothes before running. Nayna run through the trees, going zigzags, the winds pushed through her furs. A sense of relief engulfed both of them.

This is the best thing of being a werewolf.

The sounds of branches on the ground, the fade and clear sounds of birds whistling, the sounds of calming river echoing in the woods what makes Amara always comes back here.

After hours of running Nayna stops at the nearest river, going to the rinver banks, Nayna drinks the water calmly. Restoring her thirst.

Amara shifts back and wore her clothes behind a tree. She looked around, noticing that this isn't her pack. She's not even familiar with this part of the woods.

Oh my god, where did Nayna brought her.

She sniffs the air to know if she's in anyone's territory. She doesn't want to end up die because someone thought she's a rogue. She walks a little more to know if there are any other presence than her. Her pulse fasten a little.

The sounds of twigs stopped her. Suddenly, she heard a low growl that sends shivers down her back. She trembled a little.

Then, she was hit by the delicious scents. A mix of pine and forests fills her nose. The scent is undoubtedly comes from a man. She know he is because she can sense his powerful demeanor that seeks submission.

She turns around to find the source. But all she's met is the trees and bushes. Nayna is whimpering and excited inside of her.

Her stomach flutters and going wild. Her heart beats rapidly and suddenly the drumming beats of her heart was the only sound she heard. God, what happened, she panicked a little. She doesn't know is happening to her.

'Mate'. Nayna said.

Her eyes bulged a little and suddenly everything clicks in place.

The shivers, the scents, the restless feelings.

Her mate.

He's here.

The low growl echoes again sending another ripples of shivers to her. "Who's there?" She whispers. Afraid and excitement clouding her judgement.

Then, a big raven black wolf comes out behind the bushes. His eyes is silver gray in colour. His stance and dominant can ever be second guessed by anyone when they saw him.

He's beautiful.

Who is he and why is he lurking in this part of the woods?

But something streaked my memory, of the lone wolf in the middle of the woods. The nightmares that chased away all the good dreams. The stories that have been told since we were kids. The monster that creeps our dreams at night.

The monster.

He's my mate.