His Wild Mate

Chapter 1

Getting up from the bed, I found my jeans we had discarded on the floor last night and put them on. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and let out a breath. It was a good thing I was used to getting early because, otherwise, I would've missed the pack meeting. Where was my phone?

"Looking for something?" Eva's gentle voice made me look at the messy sheets she was hidden under. The warm smile on her face nearly melted my knees. More than four years together and every time I looked at her had the same effect.

"Morning, baby. How did you sleep?" I leaned over the bed and supported myself on my hands to give her a kiss.

Evangeline giggled in my mouth.

"I wouldn't say we had much sleep." She weaved her hands around my head and pushed them through my brown locks. I needed no more help to be reminded of last night and the way we spent it.

"But it was so worth it." I chuckled. "I don't know when I'll be back, so that was a great way to commemorate our last night together for this week."

"What?" Eva pulled away and put some distance between us. There was a small crease between her brows as she peered up at me. I hated it when she stared at me like that. That accusatory look was back in her blue irises.

I sat on the bed and grabbed my tee that had obviously spent the night over the sheets in my feet.

"You know I'm going scouting to find the turned packs that have been causing trouble with a town's cattle. I have no idea how long it'd take me to find them, then decide if—"

"Why do you even have to decide?" She propped herself on her elbows, and the sheet slid a bit from her chest. I sighed but before I said something, she continued, "I know why you're doing that. I really do." She lifted her hand, ready to stop me from arguing. "But do you really have to live with the packs that were used to nearly kill our kind off and be as close as possible to them?"

I scowled. "Of course I do. Don't you remember Blake—my brother? He is proof enough they deserve a chance, and if there are more packs evolving—"

"I know Blake! Of course, I know him, for God's sake! We see him at least a few times a month! But that's not the issue here! He changed because he met his mate! If it weren't for Casey..." Her square face shifted into a worried expression that made my heart tighten. "It's just too dangerous, Noah. You'd be alone there, among packs that might have and might have not developed a conscience."

Again with this topic. We led this conversation at least once every two months. She could never stop worrying. But I didn't blame her.

"I'm used to that, Eve," I said with a calm, strong voice. Sometimes, she needed my strength to go on while I was away. "I've spent the last three years constantly exploring the wild packs and giving information to the scientists' team and our Alpha. Don't you realize how much our observations during the years have helped us learn about these new evolved packs? We've also managed to create a map with the approximate locations the wolves occupy." Her shoulders slumped, and my tone softened a bit. My words always made sense and convinced her of the right thing. This was my job, and I couldn't just drop it. Not when it could help get a family back together. Not when it could help our kind. "We have to know how to protect ourselves and the humans. We're doing it not to mess things up again."

Eva nodded. "Yeah. I'm just worried about you. Why are you always the one doing this? There are other scouts too..."

Because I was the one to usually volunteer when the news about new packs arrived. My teammates were the ones to usually observe the wolves we had already found and were deemed to remain alive. I couldn't risk someone losing their family forever. There was still hope for the turned. If Casey hadn't brought my brother Blake back... I would've remained an orphan forever. That very familiar pain rushed back into my chest, and I fisted my palms.