Claribelle's Mate

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Claribelle's POV

Max and I ran straight until we hit the border of our pack and then we ran just about ten feet inside the border. The patrol was set up in three rings that alternated positions. The outer ring, where we were, ran clockwise with twenty wolves. The middle ring ran counter clockwise with fifteen wolves. The inner ring ran clockwise with twelve wolves. Each wolf was on patrol for four hour shifts.

Max was fast, even for a wolf. I think he was the fastest wolf in the pack, other than his and my dad. I didn't have a problem keeping up with him, though. Vampires can run really fast, faster than the wolves.

Together, we ran around the pack territory, keeping a strict eye and ear out for anything out of the ordinary. Occasionally, we spiced things up by knocking into each other, having brief wrestling matches, which are always fun against Max when he's in wolf form, and racing. We don't race all that often because I always win, but when Max feels like pushing himself, he'll challenge me.

I loved patrolling with Max, but I was rarely put on patrol duty alone. My dad was super protective and he preferred that I focus on training instead of patrolling.

Needless to say, I soak in as much as I can when I go out with Max. We have our fun, sure, but we do pay attention to our surroundings, even during our wrestling matches.

After about an hour and a half, we stopped by the stream for a short break. Mostly so Max could get a drink of water. He has amazing stamina but he does have to stay hydrated. When he was taking a drink, I snuck up behind him and shoved him into the stream.

He came out growling and snarling like an angry bear and I couldn't help but laugh at his wet, bedraggled appearance. He stalked closer to me, making me step cautiously away, still chuckling slightly. When he ran full force at me, I spun to run. Before I could get very far, he tackled me to the ground and then shook himself, completely soaking me with the water that came flying out of his fur.

"Max!" I screeched, pretending to be angry even though the water felt really good after an hour and a half of running.

He released and huffing laugh and licked my face from my jaw all the way to my hair line, making me screech again and slap at his snout. He jumped off me, running away and I leaped to my feet to give chase.

I was just about to dive at him and take him to the ground when I was stopped by this scent. It was delicious: woody, yet fragrant and alluring. I immediately searched for the source.

I looked around and found a midnight black wolf, even larger than Max, staring at me from just on the other side of the border. He was staring at me with hope and love in his eyes and it struck me why he smelled so good. He was my mate. I was mates with a werewolf!

I grinned at him and he turned around to go shift and put on some clothes. After all of my waiting to find my mate, I had finally found him. Max came back to my side, nudging me and giving me a confused look.

I looked down at him with a wide, happy grin. I knew that all my elation was plain on my face for him to see. "He's my mate," I told him excitedly.

Max bumped me again, this time in congratulations, and gave me a big smile, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He barked and wagged his tail and I couldn't help but laugh. I was so happy and couldn't wait for my mate to come back. I knew this meant that I might have to leave my pack and join his, but I could still visit everyone and I would always be a part of my coven. I would finally have someone to love me and for me to love. I would finally be able to have a relationship like my parents.