Mating call

Mating call part 2

"Tristan"

Tristan left the hospital thinking about Jess. He wanted so badly go speak with her. There was so much to say. He wanted to reassure her that he had not taken advantage of her. It had been two weeks since he had last spoken to her. He had taken her virginity and walked out on her to deal with pack matters. So much had happened that had interfered with his ability to speak with her after that. His father had moved the girls in a failed attempt to protect them from the witches and the boys. Now Jess housed his wolf and the Moon Goddess inside her. He could not handle her with the myraid of emotions that coursed through her.

Tris walked to Adams pack house where a room had been reserved for him. He decided he would get some rest for now, and maybe he could talk to Jess later. He walked into the lavish Texas styled room and quickly undressed himself. He lay down on the huge California King sized bed with a hand woven Texas style quilt and closed his eyes. Just as a deep sleep claimed him, his wolf bounded back into his body like an earthquake. Fever raged through him, he felt as if his skin boiled. His wolf was definitely different. He hadn't expected it to come back to him so quickly and he hadn't expected so many changes to have been made. His wolf felt royal.

Royal wolves had certain abilities that average alpha wolves did not have. They were one with nature. The could control the plants and animals surrounding them as well as the weather. They could shift into any type of animal but the most fearsome of all was their wolf. The wolves were larger and stronger than the average lycan. They could go weeks without sleep or food if needed and their mates were said to be fearsome warriors as well. No one had seen a royal wolf in a millennia. The Moon Godess was up to something but what?