I bolt through the trees and around some boulders. With each stride, I pound the ground a little harder.
The wind whips through my fur as my claws dig into the ground. This is long overdue. I should have found a way to get out to the timber sooner and run for a bit. I wish that the timber around this university could be as expansive as the timber around SM University or even my pack. However, I can’t complain. I have to make by with what I’ve got.
I still don’t know why I’m so upset and irritated. What I do know is that it has been a couple of days that the mysterious food lady has stopped bringing me food. To be exact, it has been 5 days. That is almost a week!
Where is she?
If she has decided to stop bringing me food, she should have given me a note the last time that she snuck food into my office. But she hasn’t brought me anything. No food. No note.
Wait. Why am I still talking about my mysterious food lady?
Ugh…
I pound the ground harder while I push myself to go even faster. I need to work out my frustrations, but right now, nothing seems to be helping. I’m hoping that if I let my wolf out and run for a bit that I would begin to feel better. However, it doesn’t seem to be working.
My wolf needs to run, but he is still on edge. There seems to be something holding him back from fully relaxing. But what is it?
Maybe if I run until I’ve completely exhausted myself, that might help. Yeah, that may help.
I, once again, push myself to go even faster as I pant, nearly out of breath.
How long have I been out here running? I can’t even remember.
I bolt under the tree branches and around a bush. I don’t slow down a bit as I catapult myself up and over a pile of rocks.
I try, once again, to clear my mind, but I fail yet again. My mind keeps coming back to that one mysterious lady and her delicious food. Why can’t I figure out who she is? Well, I’m not really trying hard to find her. I’m just enjoying her delicious food that she leaves on my desk almost every day.
My paws begin to pound the ground even harder as I begin to think about her. The same question, that I always have, keeps swirling around my mind. Why has she stopped bringing me food? Why?
I turn a sharp corner and race up the hillside while I shake my head. I have to stop thinking about her.
However, my wolf won’t let me stop thinking about her. What does she look like? Does she have light brown hair like May? Wait. Why am I comparing the mysterious food lady to my mate?
I shake my head. With my mind distracted, a branch nearly slaps me across the face, but I manage to see it before it is too late and duck out of the way at the last moment.
I low growl slips from my mouth.
I don’t even know why my wolf is growling right now. Is he growling at me? Or is he growling at the branch that nearly hit us?
Surprisingly, my wolf stays relatively quiet, like the rest of the day. Granted, he usually doesn’t talk much, but tonight he is almost completely silent.
What is he thinking about? Is my constant thinking about the mysterious food lady driving my wolf crazy?
My ears suddenly perk up as the soft sound of running water fills my ears. What? Is there a creek around here? Or better yet, is there a pond with a waterfall around here?
For the first time tonight, my wolf’s voice booms through my head. “Follow the sound of the water.”
Technically, I’m in my wolf form so my wolf is more in control than I am. It should be the one demanding him to head towards the sound of the water. However, my wolf is finally talking, and I’m not going to do anything that would irritate him and make him go silent again.
I simply nod my head.
As the sound of running water gets louder, I burst through a group of brushes and land right at the edge of a small creek. Yes.
A faint smile dances across my face as a sparkle gleams in my eyes.
***
Exhausted, I collapse onto my bed.
I have been running circles through the small wooded area near the university, for hours trying to clear my mind. In addition, once I found the creek, I couldn’t help myself and spent some time playing in the water. Besides playing, I was also trying to catch some fish for a nice evening snack.
However, no matter what I do, my thoughts keep coming back to one thing and I don’t understand why. The mysterious food lady.
The more that I think about her, I have come to the conclusion that something has happened to her. She would always leave notes before. Granted, she never left me a note saying that she couldn’t bring me food. No, instead, the notes were about whether I like a certain kind of food or not. She is always trying to make sure that she fixes me things that I like. Whenever, I tell her that I didn’t like something, I never see anything remotely close to that dish again.
I stare up at the ceiling. Wyatt’s conversation about Kane comes rushing back to me. This couldn’t be something like that, right. This mysterious food lady can’t be my second mate, right.
With the mere thought of the mysterious food lady, my wolf perks up.
No.
This can’t be. I still love May. I will never stop loving May. She is my true mate, even after she is gone.
I turn my head towards the nightstand next to the bed, and my eyes go directly to the last family portrait that we took. It was taken only a few months before the terrible accident that took them both from me.
My heart aches as I look at the photo.
I try to move my arm to reach for the picture, but I can’t seem to move. Every muscle in my body has been pushed to the limit tonight and now, my body has decided it is time to rest.
With my eyes still on the photo, I softly whisper, “May, the Moon Goddess wouldn’t do this to me, right. She wouldn’t have sent someone else for me yet, especially not a human.” A lone tear slides down my cheek, as I softly add, “I’m not ready yet.”
What has it been now? Almost two weeks.I’m starting to get really worried. I think something must have happened to my mystery food lady. My wolf now is constantly curled up in the corner of my mind whimpering, and I have finally come to the conclusion that this mystery lady is my second mate. No matter how much I don’t want to admit it, my wolf knows already that she is our mate. The thing that I can’t believe is that I still haven’t seen her, but I know that she is my mate.With me finally admitting that she is my mate, I have been able to get past my anger a little bit. I’m still not completely back to my normal cold self, but at least, I’m not biting people’s heads off now.Now, my overwhelming desire is to have my mate (yes, I’m calling her my mate) to come back to me. I don’t even know what she looks like, but I need her back. Now.
My hesitation immediately lets Wyatt know that I did find something. He quickly shouts, “OMG! You aren’t saying anything! That can only mean that you did find something!”At this moment, I wish that I’m actually talking to Wyatt on the phone instead of through the mind link. I could pull the phone away from my ear. However, I can’t do anything to block his loud voice as my head begins to throb.I huff, “Did you have to yell? UGH!! My head is throbbing now.”I walk back into my apartment with the empty beer bottles in my hand while I lightly shake my head trying to get rid of the dull throb.In a softer voice, Wyatt asks, “Well, did you find your second mate?”I walk into the kitchen and set the beer bottles on the container. I guess that even though I don’t want to tell Wyatt about this yet, I don’t have a choice. He a
I peak around the corner and watch the Dean as he stands frozen just inside his office door. Without seeing his face, I already know that he is happy. Shoot, I’m happy that I can finally move around. Granted, I’m not back to being 100% normal, but I still have managed to get up early this morning and fix the Dean breakfast.Besides Noah, Mint has been nursing me back to health. She knew something is off when I didn’t bring food in for the Dean several days in a row.It is a good thing that she had checked up on me back then. Noah was helping, but he didn’t help as much as Mint did to get me back up and healthy again. At the time, I was almost ready to call an ambulance and go to the hospital. However, with Mint’s help, I was able to stay at home and nurse myself back to health.What also has helped me to recover is the thought that the Dean isn’t getting any homecooke
She is back. She is really back.I’m so excited.I stare down at my lunchbox on my desk with the biggest smile that I’ve ever had on my face. I knew in the back of my mind that she didn’t leave me. But that can only mean one thing. She was gone or out of town for a while, or she has been ill this whole entire time. My gut is telling me that she was sick. I don’t know how I know, but I’m sure that she would have left me a note letting me know that she needs to go out of town for a few days, which I never got.If I had only known who she is, I would have gone to her place and helped her recover. Even now, that I’m excited to have her food again, I still can’t get rid of this underlying feeling that she is still not feeling the best. I don’t know why either, but I do. My wolf is wagging his tail and prancing around at the sight of the food, but
With everything happening these past few weeks, or you can say months, I can’t help but to feel guilty towards May. Part of me knows that she would want me to move on, and if the Moon Goddess has decided that I need another mate, May would be the first person to tell me to accept what the Moon Goddess has given me. However, there is another part of me which loves my late wife so much and doesn’t want to move on. I don’t know how Wyatt is handling this. I’m sure he has gone through some of these same feelings. How did he handle it? I glance down at the photo album in my hands. This is the only thing that I brought with me that has May and Matt in it. I wasn’t going to bring anything, but at the last minute, I just couldn’t come here without something for times like this when I really miss them. My hand trembles slightly as I open the cover. I haven’t looked through this photo album in a long time. Whe
I tentatively sit down in a chair in the conference room at the university’s administrative building. I’m still not feeling the greatest, but I’m feeling well enough to make this appointment. Plus, I don’t think that anything could stop me from coming to this interview. I slowly glance around the room as my fingers fidget while I try to rest my hands on my lap. A slight chill rushes through my body, but I’m not going to leave. As soon as Mint has told me about the job opening, I want it. No. I don’t just want it. I need to get this job. Not only will it allow me to have access to the Dean’s office, so I wouldn’t have to sneak the food to Mint anymore, but I can also see the Dean’s face every day. Mint keeps telling me that the Dean smiles every time he sees the food container. I want to see if for myself. I want to know that it makes him happy. The bonus is that I wouldn’t have to
Ugh… Why did Wyatt have to ask me to help with this? Since it pertains to our pack, I can’t just let anyone else work on it. However, I can have my new analysis research and pull the data for each significant person within the pack along with the various companies, if there are any, associated with them. That will help out a great deal. I have pulled a lot of the data on the alphas, betas, and elders for each pack that is going to be at the gathering, but I haven’t cross referenced them with the companies that they run. Now, I need to pull that information and gather it up to provide the necessary information to Wyatt. The whole time that my new analysis is working on that, I will be working on trying to find or remember the contracts from hundreds of years ago. I remember seeing some of them before, but I need to go through my mind and see what I actually saw and where. I’m positive that I haven’t seen al
Oh my gosh. He’s smiling at me.I can’t believe that I’m still standing.A few moments ago, when the Dean first started to smile and talk about working directly with me, I could have sworn that I was going to faint. Luckily, the room spinning didn’t last for more than a few short seconds, before my vision is able to return to normal.If I could, I would stand here for hours staring at the Dean while I memorize ever detail. To put simply, the Dean is perfect.His short dark brown hair practically screams for me to run my fingers through it. Even his small mole on the side of his neck is also begging me to touch it, but not just touched it. No. It is begging for me to lick it and maybe even nibble it a little bit.It is a good thing that I can’t see anymore of his skin and that his clothes are covering him up, or my mind might go crazy. However, I’m