Claiming Their Mate

Chest Pain

Chapter 2

Jassi's POV

I continue driving down the narrow, two lane highway as the sky changed colors between orange to orange-red as the sun set. I crack the windows a little on the driver and passenger side, letting the cool fall air through the car. Not many cars were on the road, just a white Suburban Sedan and a Silver Taurus. I speed up onto the left lane, indicating with my left signal, and pass the two cars as I think about the trip ahead of me.

Growing up in my house was different. My parents are strict and overly protective; not of my siblings but more of me. There are certain things that I cannot do that my siblings can. I think it's because I am the oldest and basically their test product. When I was younger, I took it all to heart. Now, I plan on living my life!

Being rogues meant we weren't part of a pack. We were loners who lived by our own rules. I didn't know much of wolf background, but what I did know was as wolves we had mates. By what I read online, we all have a destined companion that we start feeling and yearning for at sixteen. The pain gets worse the longer you are away from them the older you get. I get nightmares, seeing that I am eighteen, the dreams are so unbearable, I can't even sleep at night anymore. I can't wait until I can check into a motel somewhere. The need for sleep is so real!

Although my plan with Krystal and Krissy did not work out, I'm glad my idea to having a backup plan worked out. Through my research of werewolves, though majority was false or human work, I did come across a blog written about a town called Werestown. It is located deep into West Virginia, but borderline Maryland. By the looks of it, among many towns, it is the most feared town because of the "night" creatures, whom I presume are werewolves. I decide to head towards it.

As the stars shine bright in the dark sky, I squint to locate the Exit 243 towards Werestown off I-85. I drive down a one-lane road which eventually turns into a gravel road. Towards my right I notice a building that seemed like a 1980s motel and turn to head in the direction of it. It is way to dark for me to roam these roads at night. I quickly lock my car and walk inside the motel. it looked wore down from the outside but the inside compliments the outside far better. A humongous chandelier hung in the middle of the reception area as smooth jazz mellows the evening. I walk up to the desk and tap the bell once.

An older man appears, "How may I help you, young lady?" He sizes me up and down, suspiciously.

I smile at his sweetness. "Hi, I am looking for a room, please?"

"Oh! Yes! For one? How many nights?"

"Two- maybe three nights?"

He nods and types in the computer in front of him, before reaching underneath the desk and jiggles through a few keys. He finally grabs one and lays it in front of me. "Room 430. Would you like any help with your bags?"

I shake my head. "I'll get them in the morning. Thank you though!"

"Ok, then. You have a good night dearie."

I nod, as I hear the elevator ding and open. I get in, press 4 and watch the doors close. The motel was so old, it could pass for a nice haunted house. The elevator dings again and the doors open to my floor. I walk out in the hallway and continue walking until I locate Room 430. I jam my key in, ready to get out of my clothes and lay down in the nice soft bed. A cool breeze hits me as I walk into the room; the AC. I shiver, rubbing my arms and walk towards the AC to turn the vents to the ceiling. I love the cool, always did. I look around the room noticing the cream wall color with the maroon curtains at the edge of the windows, tied up. The floor was a blood red color complimenting the red bedding. The white pillows look odd sitting on the top of the bed.