I looked at him in shock.
In the werewolf world, hurting your mate, even if you rejected them, is completely unheard of.
To actually inflict pain on your mate your wolf would have to be in control, and basically be heartless.
Which, he had just proven to me that was.
He finally got control over the wolf and examined my arm silently.
He scrambled through the glove compartment and retrieved some cotton bandages.
He pressed them on my arm, as gently as possible.
"I'm.." He started.
"Don't. I know it isn't you. So whats the point?" I said as bravely as I could muster.
He slammed his hands against the dashboard of the car.
"Everything's the point! I don't want you to fear me! I.. I can't live without you just because my wolf doesn't agree with me." He ranted.
I lifted the gauze off of my arm. The cut had completely healed thanks to my abilities.
"See? I'm fine, and I forgive you." I said honestly.
He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and for a second I was afraid he was loosing control, but I was relieved when he heaved a great sigh and began rummaging through the glove department.
His hand gripped something I couldn't see, but I didn't assume anything.
"So what's your name?" I asked, ready to change the subject.
He laughed humorlessly. "After all of that you want my name?"
I nodded solemnly.
"It's Landon." He muttered.
"Skylar." I said with a brief smile.
Before anything else could happen, the growls erupted from his chest again. This time, however before anything happened Landon thrust his hand from the glove department. In his hand he held a needle with a purple liquid in it.
Wolfsbane.
The word flowed into my mind, after years of learning not to go near the stuff, here it was in my mate's hands.
"What are you-" I started, but before I could finish he stabbed the needle into himself and was injected with wolfsbane.
"Oh my goddess." I muttered as his eyelids drooped and finally closed.
I listened as his heart slowed to a sedated state, and his breathing shallowed.
He was in a coma.
I desperately fumbled through my mind to remember which pack he might belong to.
There was the Valley Pack, the Peaks pack, and the Shaded pack. I belonged to the valley pack, so I knew it wasn't that one.
The Peaks pack had a distinct earthy smell, which he lacked. He belonged to the shaded pack, more specifically he was their leader.
A shudder ran down my spine. The shaded pack tolerated the others, but they were the sole reason we hadn't joined packs.
They were power hungry.
I was starting to understand.
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WerewolfThe minute I laid my eyes on him, I was in love, my mate the man that was made for me. We were in a small ice cream joint, and he was three people ahead of me. The Summer breeze did nothing to deter the blazing heat. He looked at me, with such adora...
