A Werewolf's Mate (Complete)

Mate (30)

The horrible old man left them with water and bread.

"We have probably until it gets dark to get out of here..." Pierce sad when they finally managed to get free.

"You mean before my thrice-removed family kill us?"

"No," she said in all seriousness. Their stupid plan was the least of her worries. "Before the pack rains blood over your house, which will probably be burned down to hide the evidence. I don't want to get caught in the cross-fire, and neither should you."

"That big is your pack?" William Scott was surprised.

"Its big, in thehundreds. You know the campsite by the lake? Most of it is owned by the pack."

"Well...that is almost a small town by itself. Are you sure?" He was having a hard time coming to terms with the size of the army prepping to storm his medium sized home. "My lunatic uncle thinks he is at war with about a dozen wolves...wish I could see his face when they attack. Wow."

"Yes I am sure. Erin is my mate and the current Alpha, I have to be at almost every pack meeting and reunion...what a drag." She started munching on the bred they were brought, she was starving. "This tastes like I can love this, but I never liked French baguettes too much to begin with..."

Scott had his mouth open. "Erin is your mate? And the Alpha?"

"I am a little surprised you know what that means...how much do you actually know?" She had forgotten just how much intrigued she was by Scott a while ago. Another wolf like her.

"If I do, would you tell me how you came to be mated to Greyer, of all people?"

"Pinky Promise."

He got as comfortable as he could on a dusty wooden crate, in the cold and dark basement."I was brought up in a loving home, and when I turned twelve, my parents told me I was adopted. A few years passed before any family member told me the truth about my mother, minus the wolf dad. When I was eighteen--before I get to that, my uncle was a little estranged, but he would always take me and Anna hunting with him, learned how to shoot and everything. When I was eighteen, I was in such a trip with just my uncle and a couple of cousins. It was then they tried to test and see if I would ever turn into a wolf, leaving me locked in with a dying deer, blood dripping everywhere. I suppose now it was an offering to my inner beast, or something. I cried myself to sleep for a while after that, and they told me the truth, but I just thought they were maniacs, raving schizophrenics. I went off to college, leaving Anna behind to finish High School. When I was in college, I was approached once by a girl, asking me if I wanted to go run with her. I said yes, she was hot. She introduced me to her friends, who chased me out of her apartment when  I failed to answer where my pack was from. I really didn't believe until Anna had her meltdown because of Greyer. Don't give me that look, I know it wasn't his fault entirely. Let me finish. I happened to run into the same girl who asked me about the run, her name  was Claire. I asked her how she knew I was a wolf and if she would tell me more about that side of me I didn't know. She was nice about it after she confirmed I was at least part wolf. Scrubbed me with a root or something on my arm that gave me a rash, I don't know what it was. That's how I know about wolves and packs. And before you ask, yes, I still talk to her now and then. She offered to ask her Alpha to take me in, but they live in South Carolina, and is just not my kind of whether..."

"Okay, I was going to ask about Claire, but how did you know I was like you?"

He smiled, "Well, if you know what to look for, but mostly, very few people have the kind of energy you have after a triple shift, or are so chirpy around the full moon. You know..."

"Yeah, I know." She cut him off before her face matched her hair. "What do you want to know?"

"You and Erin."

"We were sort of promised for each other when I was a toddler. My parents wanted to protect me from not being able to shift into a wolf and damage my mental faculties from seeing everyone around me sprout fur when i wad s child. So they asked to leave, find out what was wrong with me and if it could be fixed,  but Erin's father wouldn't let us. So when I was ready to accept wolves existed and not end up in the loony bin, we were supposed to get together. Don't give me that look, I know it's archaic, but promised kids grow up attached at the hip, so they end up choosing each other anyway."

"I have a hard time believing you would agree to something like that..." he was a little more angry at her, than Erin.

" Well, at first I didn't, but your dear uncle was snooping around, and Erin's dad wasn't doing much about it. Erin wanted to change things around, have new policies, but he didn't have a say in anything, not until he was Alpha. And as you maybe know, you can't be an Alpha until you have progeny ensured. But the old wolves changed it around for him, and he had to get mated to the girl he had been promised to. So, little old me had the future of the pack in my hands. It was a power play, and I wanted to protect my family. And before you make some mean comment about Erin, he didn't want to be with me either. He did it for his family, and his pack-family."

"Well, lucky him..." He said under his breath. "Do yout actually love him?"

She was taken aback. "That's a heavy question...I don't think I've ever been in love before, so I've got nothing to compare, or go by. I really like him, we just started, like, dating like a couple a few months ago--we took things from the beginning after we decided to stop acting like estranged roommates. We're really good friends, and we have fun together. He actually knows me pretty good, and I know him a little more than when we first met...all I know is that there's no-one I'd rather spend Saturday morning eating waffles with on the couch other than him."

"The waffles are that good?"

"Deliciously sweet, filling, and satisfying. The kid knows his way around the kitchen and a waffle iron." She didn't want to think about his cooking skills just then.

"Good cook then?" He asked a little weary.

"Extremely good cook."

"Are we still talking about his culinary skills?"

"Yes we are."

"I'd like to try those waffles then..."

It had been dark outside for a long time, and the basement even darker and cold.

"Well, looks like your little friend was a no-show. But there is not stopping the inevitable, dogs are like animals incapable of real, human, love. Boys, lets get them on Willy's shed--I wouldn't want to get his nice wood-floors messy with blood."

"No! Pierce! Uncle Ben you can't do this! We'll leave, you can have my house, and hunt whoever you like, just leave us alone. Kill me, leave her alone..." Two thugs, presumably his cousins, grabbed him like a toy, while Uncle Ben, the horrible man, forced her outside by her hair.

"You see, we are doing something good for you here. You were never meant to exist in the first place. You are unnatural. God doesn't love you, and your mere presence angers him." He tried to explain as he dragged her behind him.

"Oh yeah? If my presence is unnatural, why doesn't he smite me with a lighting bolt where I stand? Uh?" She said defiantly.

He slapped her so hard, she fell on the floor. "Don't say blasphemous things, child. You don't know what you're saying."

He kicked her on her stomach, and struck her face again, her nose was bleeding.

He dragged her forth again into the shed, where some other men were waiting. A couple had a shovel.

"Uncle Ben, just let her go. You can do whatever you want with me, but stop hurting her!" Scott tried to plead with the mad-man.

"I'm sorry son, but I'm putting you out of your misery, I'm doing you a favor." He pointed a rifle at Pierce.

She braced herself.

"Wait!" A man said at a distance.