Our Mate

Chapter 1

So something you gotta know about me... I am not a big fan of naming the chapters. I feel as though it gives away everything that is about to happen. So expect and except that, please. I hope you enjoy chapter 1 of 'Our Mate'.

Samantha's Pov

I woke up to a jolt in my chest. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I didn't know what time it was, but I needed to cool down. I was as hot as a boiler. I stepped inside. The cold water soothing my burning skin. When I stepped out I wrapped a towel around myself and picked up my phone. It was freaking five in the morning! Oh well as long as I'm up... Actually, I have nothing to do. I texted my dad; Good morning!
Dad: Samantha it's 5:00 go back to sleep.
Me: Sorry but I can't.
Dad: Grrrrrrrr
Me: well Grrrrrrrr to you too.
Dad: ok... I'm up!
Me: We need to talk
Dad: I thought that's what we were doing.
Me: oh gosh...
Dad: What's up pumpkin?
Me: I woke up,and I was burning up again.
Dad: Your wolf bugging you again?
Me: I let her out all the time. She is overheating for no reason!
Dad: I texted Mark, he'll meet us at the pack hospital.
Me: what time?
Dad: 7:00, now, I'm going to sleep until then. So night!
Me: sigh... Night Dad.

I set my phone down and got dressed. My smooth brown skin was lightly coated with lotion, so I don't clog up my pores.
There was a knock on my door.
I put on my robe and answered. It was Delana, my younger sister.
"What're you doing up so early?" She yawned.
"Being burned." I replied.
"Your wolf acting up again?" Delana asked rubbing her eyes.
I nodded.
"I'll put her in her place if you want." She growled.
I could feel my wolf clawing to be freed. I repressed her.
"You can get a good swing at her when you're all rested." I said. "Now get some sleep."
Delana yawned, and walked back to her room.

At 7:00 me and dad were in Mark's office. He was the pack doctor. "Ok Samantha, open up wide." Mark instructed.
I opened my mouth.
Dad had a questioning look on his face.
Mark noticed. "I'm checking all her teeth to make sure there's been no sign of mid change." He explained. "When was the last time you changed, Samantha?"
"Last night." I answered.
"Can you change for me now?" Mark asked.
I turned to Dad. Then I shifted into my wolf form. I'm a white wolf with bright blue eyes. Which is a little strange, considering I'm a black chic.
"Samantha?" Mark quipped.
My wolf looked up at him. I'm no longer in control.
"Samantha?" Mark repeated, more in a questioning tone.
My wolf shook her head.
Dad straightened. "Mist." He said.
Mist nodded.
I can link and mist can link. We go by different names because mist doesn't like the name Samantha.
I can hear what mist says when she links others. I can also hear what the other person says.
'Mist, what're you doing to Samantha?' Mark links.
Mist growled. 'She is mate less. I itch to have a mate. I want to love him. I need someone to love in this pathetic miserable body.' Mist replies.
Mark's eyes turned yellow.
I felt Mist start to back off.
"Samantha's body is not pathetic, or miserable. She'll get a mate when she's good and ready."
Mist growled again.
'Dad, I know you'll understand?' Mist linked Dad.
"Mist... Give Samantha control. She's doing the best she can. If you want a mate talk to her about it, because Samantha isn't in your body, and you aren't in hers. You are both one." Dad countered.
'Bullshit!' Mist barked.
Ok this was enough. No one speaks to dad that way. I felt Mist start to shake.
"Mist you want a mate, well I'm not ready." I shouted.
"If I'm ready you're ready. I know. I know 'cause you hate the thought of going to bed alone. Not having anyone o greet you in  the morning with a charming smile you o longingly dream about!" Mist laughed.

"Mist I swear to the Moon Goddess! Give me control!" I screamed.
Then it happened. It happened all to quickly, but it happened. I gained control. I was in human form again. Dad tossed me his shirt. I slid it on. Of course it was too big on me though. I turned around and saw another girl. She looked just like me. Smelled just like me. Then, she tackled me!
Mark and dad pulled her off of me.
Her eyes were a bright blue and her hair a dirty white.
"Wait." I say.
The other girl stopped struggling. She breathed heavily. 

I walked over to her and placed my forehead on hers.
"Mist." I whispered.
"Mist?!" Dad and Mark shouted.
"S- Samantha." She said. 

Mist's hair was curly, like mine, but was all Tangled and knotted up. Her skin is a little grey. And she's very dirty.
"Would you stop thinking about my appearance?!" She shouted.
"You know what I'm thinking?" I asked.
"Yes." She snapped.
Dad and Mark just stared.
"She does have Mist's white hair, and blue eyes."
"Don't cry, Mist." I said.
"Get out of my head!" Mist screamed.
"It's not necessarily something I'm doing on purpose." I murmured.
Mark took off his shirt and tossed it to Mist. She slid it on trying to fit her head in the sleeve hole. I laughed in my head.
"It's not funny!" Mist barked.
"I know, I'm sorry." I  apologized.
Dad walked over to Mist and helped with the shirt.
Eventually the shirt was on.
Mist stood next to me.
"Holy crap! You two look exactly alike!" Dad shouted.
"I don't know how to explain this. In all my years, I've never seen a wolf and their person... Split!" Mark stutters.
Mist and I looked at each other.
'can you hear me?' I think.
'yeah.' Mist thinks.
'I wanna be really good friends with you.'
'I don't know. I don't like you all that much.' Mist replies.
'At least give me a chance?' I beg.
Mist nods.
I smile.
"We're going to try and be friends." Mist said.
"That's great to hear!" Dad said.
"Dad, we're going home." I say.

Me and Mist head into my room. I head into the bathroom and turn on the water.
"You already took a shower." Mist quipped.
"This is for you." I explained.
"I don't want to!" Mist screamed.
"Mist! Just 5 minutes!" I cried.
"Fine." She growls. I pulled Mark's shirt off of Mist, and she sat in the tub. I turned off the water, after putting in the soap. There was now a bubbly froth around Mist.
"Do you know how to wash yourself?" I asked.
Mist nodded.
I handed Mist a sponge and soap.
She applied the soap onto the sponge. Then stood up and started scrubbing. After about a minute or so of Mist just sitting in the tub, the water turned a brownish colour.
"Time to step out." I tell Mist.
"I don't want to!" Mist cries. "I'm warm."
I sigh. Well at least she doesn't mind getting cleaned. I hold up a towel and Mist somewhat hugs me while I rap the towel around her.
I grab nail polish, Combs, brushes, and make-up from underneath the bathroom sink.
Mist sits on the toilet seat cover, while I do her make up. She's very still and very patient.
"Samantha." She whispered.
"Yes, Mist?" I reply.
"Why don't you want a mate?" She countered.
I sigh. "It's not that I don't want a mate, it's just... I don't feel like I'm ready for a mate. But of course when you least expect it, or when you made up your mind that you're simply not ready. He comes along and takes you away." I answer.
"I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time." Mist apologized.
"It's fine. I mean, I do want a mate as badly as you do, but I'm not ready."
"I get that." Mist says.
I start to braid two corn rows down the sides of Mist's head. It looks really pretty with the white hair.
"Thanks." Mist whispered.
"I forgot you know what I'm thinking..." I trailed off. "I'll try to be more careful about what I think."
"That would be swell! And I'll do the same." Mist replies.
Dad knocked on the door.
I walked to the front door and opened it.
"Hey Dad." I greeted.
"Hey Samantha, is Mist here?" Dad asked.
"No, she's at Cold Stone." I say sarcastically.
Dad chuckled.
"She's in the bathroom. I'm getting her all made up." I explain.
"Ok. As soon as you girls are done, come down stairs the Alpha meeting is in an hour." Dad instructed.
"Got it." I reply. Then I lock the door and head back to the bathroom.
Mist is applying lotion to her skin.
I watch as she struggles to rub in the lotion on her arms. I grab her a bra and underwear from my drawer.
Mist slid them on fairly easily.
I grabbed a white long sleeved crop top from my closet and some Jean shorts. On the crop top big blocks letters spelled "#BigBooty". I don't know why I have that shirt, but it's cute!
I help Mist put them on, and she looks beautiful. I get her white socks, and my black and white Converse.
"You ready for the Alpha meeting?"
"I hate Alpha Meetings!" Mist moans.
  "I do too, but we have to go." I say.
  Must growled lowly in her throat.