His Little Mate 2

Chapter 2

Nicholas

"I'm not sure..." Paul sighed. "It depends on the person..."'

The fuck does he mean "it depends on the person"!Aztec suddenly shouted. He a healer! He knows everything! Will mate transform or not!!?! Must know!

"Obviously, he doesn't know everything," I answered his shouts with annoyance. "We can't know till he looks!"

"Will Sam be alright?" I asked Paul as he stared at Sam, who was writhing a bit. I did my best to ignore the increasingly loud Aztec. 

Paul reached over and managed to grab onto Sam's wrist. "His pulse is very fast." He began, "he is too nervous."

"Other than that!" I snapped a little, Sam was always nervous, and the day didn't make any difference to me.
"Is he going to be alright? Will he live? Will he really live a life?" I pestered on.

"He will be alright..." Paul began, cringing a bit, "as soon as he can calm himself down..."Paul rubbed the bridge of his nose, "you know just as well as anyone that not being calm can lead to things like this." He gestured to Sam's quarter/half transformed state and the fact he was beginning to move around a lot.

Why should we know better than most?! Aztec began to pick small fights.

"If he can't calm down, he won't transform back and if he doesn't transform back he won't calm down." Paul shrugged to explain, his eyebrows furrowing. It was a useless, but most likely true algorithm.

Is bad? Aztec wondered allowed.

As I looked at Sam, writhing slightly, the only thing I wanted to do was to hold him close, and whisper sweet nothings to him. Memories of my own transition forced their way into my mind...it was a year of hell. I often had to deal with Aztec's overly dim witted and reckless attitude in my mind, in private, but as he slowly took control I also had to deal with his behavior, which was less than exemplary. He was an animal, a rabid dog, but what could I say? Aztec had never really changed all that much.

I remembered my slow transformation...but for me, all that would change was my eyes and my demeanor, not my entire hair color. Aztec's fur was black, just like my hair. As Sam's was white, that surely meant that his fur, if it ever appeared, would be white. White...rare in wolves...rarer still in mixed parentage wolves. My own real mother, a native woman, had no chance to accompany me or be with me in that place.

Do something! Aztec shouted at me once more, drawing attention back to himself and Sam. Mate in pain! Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!

I rolled my eyes as I lifted my body more into the bed, and pulled Sam closer to me, into my lap. His head sat on my thigh, his hand tangled themselves with my legs, and his hair was a mess. Just as soon as his head landed on my leg, he turned and grabbed onto me. His nose started sniffing me, inhaling my scent deeply. His nails dug into the jeans I wore; and had it been anything else, the clothing would've been ruined by his half changed nails, more similar to claws at that moment in time.

Uh huh, Aztec vocalized, it's just perfect! I think it to work! He laughed.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him. "What's perfect?"

Mate smell us. Mate happy. Mate calm. Is known! He spoke like a caveman, and yet somehow I could also see him jumping around, prancing, and whooping it up after class. It seemed that 50% of the time he was dull as a bag of rocks, while other times he was the most intelligent being I'd ever met...apart from Samuel. Aztec had limits like I had limits...limits that come from being forced to quite school young and then having to learn the world on your own. I attributed this to the fact that, in high stress situations, he acts before he thinks, hence the speaking and acting like a caveman...it was simply faster than being normal, than being rational.

Paul looked on intently, with some confusion as Sam kept sniffing. I just held my finger up to my mouth, signaling for silence.

I hated when Aztec was right, but as Samuel took in deep inhales of my scent, I could sense him calming down. His heart rate fell, and his breathing became less erratic. I put my hand on his back, and rubbed it gently. Just then, Sam's breath grew heavy, as if he was sleeping.

"Sam?" I called, putting my hand more firmly on him.

"No, wait!" Paul whisper screamed. "Look!" He gestured to Sam, who was basically sleeping on my leg.

As his breath went in and out, his hair faded back to its normal color...Sam's body felt heavier than before, signaling he was surely asleep.

My eyes shot up at Paul, "now what?" I gritted my teeth lowly.

"Now nothing," Paul shifted closer to me. "Let him rest," he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

I stared at him a moment.

"He's been through a lot; he woke up from a type of semi-coma, then saw his altered appearance, freaked out again, and fell into a pit of pain. It's a lot on someone his age...and it is happening quickly." He explained in a quiet voice. "At least he fell asleep on you and managed to calm down enough that he returned back to normal." He shrugged.

"What about his eyes?" I recalled their icy color from before.

"They should also revert back to normal, unless he's still upset." Paul scrunched his face up again. "I'll need to do some reading...make some correspondence..."

"Why?" I asked, even though the question wasn't for me.

"He's...the Luna is...what's happening is so rare...yet also common...I must read and research." He nodded at me then vanished back out of the door.

Just as the door closed, Sam began to stir.