Wyatt POV
Ugh, I'm so nervous. I've never actually been on a date. It was never allowed. I keep pacing around my room, messing with my hair, constantly changing my shirt, shaking out my arms. Man, I must be a sight. I finally settle on a dark teal, short sleeve t-shirt with light jeans, and white socks. I didn't want to wear shoes when I'm going to her room, which is on the same floor as mine. I finally hear a ding from my phone.
**Text message from Maureen**: Hi, you can come over in about 15 min., see you then!
Ok, I can do this. Don't be nervous. I head out the door and my foot bumps into something on the floor. It's a small slack box with a note which says "To Wyatt From Maureen." Ok, that's weird. Why would she leave it here and not just hand it to me at dinner? So, I pick it up, head to her door, and knock.
"Come in", Maureen answers from the other side.
I open the door and head on inside. Her room, as she calls it, is more like an entire flat. It is beautifully decorated with browns, greens, blues if varying shades. The smell coming from the kitchen is mouthwatering. I continue toward the amazing aroma and sounds of pots and pans clanging together to find Maureen busy walking between the kitchen and dining table. She looks gorgeous! Her red hair is down, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She's wearing a forest green tank top, which shows off her toned arms, dark jeans, and cute fuzzy socks with a wolf picture on it.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one wearing socks", I comment to her while laughing.
She turns around with the most radiant smile ever. "Well, great minds think alike. Welcome Wyatt. Happy Birthday! I'm so glad you could make it", she says while coming over and giving me a hug. This hug is not like any other. It is warm, calming, and if I'm not going crazy I think I feel a low current type feeling running throughout my body. She seems to have frozen for a moment, then steps back with a wide smile. I will never get enough of that smile.
"Can I help with anything?", I inquire while placing the small black box on a side table and stepping toward the kitchen.
"Umm, decide what you would like to drink and head toward the table, please" she request.
We eat pasta, salad, bread, and a small strawberry shortcake with candles and a song for dessert. We laugh and tell stories while we enjoy our meal. Since we are done I help her clear the table and clean up. Although she fusses at the clean up part, I insist.
"Thank you Maureen for all of this. It has been the best birthday I've had since I was 6yrs old. Having dinner with you has been the highlight of the day though. Thank you again." I tell her, trying not to sound too mushy.
We finish cleaning the dishes, she turns to the side, and leans against the counter while crossing her arms. "You are very welcome. I'm so glad you've enjoyed everything and are here with me now. I actually had other activities planned; however, work got in the way. I'm sorry. I'm just thankful we could get together at all tonight. So, would you like to watch a movie now?"
I answer with, "Yeah, that sounds great. What do you have in mind?"
She turns and begins to walk toward the living-room to scan through her movies, which are neatly arranged on a wooden shelf near her big screen TV. While she is sitting on the floor going through her movies on the lower shelves I walk over tot he black box. I open the box and I see a silver wrist watch inside. I hear Maureen begin to call out movie titles while I am taking the watch out of the box try it on.
"Thank you for the watch. It's awesome", I inform her.
"I'm sorry, what? Watch?", she ask like she didn't hear me or know what I'm talking about.
"The watch you left for me outside my door earlier. I really like it", I continue while trying to clasp it on my wrist.
She quickly turns around to face me with a mortified expression on her face. "I didn't get you a watch! Don't put it on! Let me see it!", she all but screams, almost demanding. Something I've never heard from her before.
I look up just as I clasp it and I immediately feel a painful sting on my the inside of my left wrist. I suddenly feel nothing but pain and coldness throughout my entire body. I see Maureen rushing to me and everything goes black.
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The Red Wolf's Mate
Manusia SerigalaWyatt Smith is an average 17yr old. He goes to school and work. He keeps his head down and doesn't get into trouble. Why? His home life is hell! He also has a secret which haunts his dreams. Maureen Silva is the respected Alpha of the Blazing Ridge...
