You might not be able to tell by looking at me, but I am definitely not one of those macho guys. Don’t be confused. I am a man, and I do have a healthy amount of testosterone in my system. It’s just that, my lot in life put a lot of things in perspective for me at a young age. A traumatic loss, and subsequent circumstances really took a toll on my upbringing. I don’t have much family left, and I’m ready to find my mate.
I have always known that she is out there, somewhere. An outsider looking into my world would call the concept antiquated or compare it the notion of an arranged marriage. I’m from a completely different world, one where supernatural things exist, and anything is possible. I just can’t deny that there is a pull, some sort of drive working to bring us together. I walk to the sliding glass door that opens to a view of the woods.
Wondering if it is her, I step out on my patio, looking out into the trees as the rain begins to fall, playing a gentile melody on the metal awning above me. I breathe in hoping to catch a scent. There, something subtle, and sweet, I couldn’t quite identify it, but I was drawn to it. Then a flash, a view, a peek of something familiar.
Not many people know this, but for as long as I can remember I have had visions. Little snapshots of people and places that I have never known. This time, there was something that I recognized. A stone placed to mark the section of road, a memorial for a tragedy, the one that changed my life forever. I step off the porch and make my way to the woods. As soon as I’m under the cover of the trees, I shift.
My wolf is quite a sight to see. He shakes out his thick golden fur. I see our surroundings through his jade eyes and feel the cool damp soil under his paws. His name is Theo, and he has been my best friend and protector since the beginning. Unfortunate circumstances dictate that we should be careful to not let him roam around during the day, but Theo’s instincts are much sharper than mine and I feel her presence justifies my actions.
“Alpha Bob is gonna kill youuuu!” sing song in a mind link. My little cousin Sarah, who I assume watched me disappear into the woods, warns me.
“Don’t taunt me little one” I reply. She always teases me when I shift, because My uncle Robert, her dad “Alpha Bob” and I don’t see eye to eye on some things. I haven’t always been pleasant, and when I was young, I caused a lot of problems. Now, I am just trying to make the best of a shitty situation.
As I make my way to the country road, the place where I lost my mom, and eventually my dad, I can feel the pull. I rush out onto the road because I know she is coming; this is where she will be. The car screeching to a halt, tires skipping on the wet pavement stopping just inches from me.
I see her through windshield, eyes wide. Curiosity about the creature standing in front of her she opens the car door “Lady, are you crazy? Get back in the car!”, I say to myself. She pauses with a puzzled look on her face. Her long auburn hair starting to dampen in the rain. Did she hear me? She couldn’t have. There is something familiar about her. I’ve seen her before, younger, as a child in one of my visions.
I sniff the air, thinking that this can’t be real. No, it’s her. Now that I am closer, her smell is intoxicating, roses and honey. She’s tall, her long legs slowly begin to inch forward, and she cautiously starts to raise her hand as if to reach out and touch me. What IS she? She doesn’t have a wolf, I know that for sure. Theo would be able to tell. There is something about her, she is a supernatural being, but not like me. All I know in this moment, she’s mine.
“Gabriel, what in the hell are you doing?”, Alpha Bob’s mind link interrupts. “Get your ass back here!”
As much as I hate it, as much as I want to stay with her, I should go. Not only because my alpha has given me an order, but what can I really hope to accomplish right now? She may only be familiar with the human world and would probably freak out if the big bad wolf suddenly turns into a naked man right in front of her. Then where would we be?
With one last glance into those baby blues, I turn, run back into the woods, and make my way back home. I feel certain that she will come back to me, and I to her, always. Regardless, she is here now, I know her scent, and if I have to, I will track her to the ends of the earth. For now, I’ll go.
I make my way into the lobby of the next motel I see. Like so many times before, there is a nagging feeling that is telling me to stay. I ring the bell on the desk and a young woman of about 18 comes out of the office behind the desk.“Hello, ma’am, Staying for the night?” she asks. With her best customer service smile.“You have any rooms available for a week?” I ask. Why not, something compelled me to stay here so I might as well take my time figuring it out.“Sure thing, what brings you to our quaint little town?”, she asks. I get the feeling that people don’t just up and decide to stay for a week.“Not really sure.” I smile back at her. “There is definitely something comforting about a cozy little town isn’t there?” I tell her. A nod, then a pause, like she is listening to something. That was
“I’ve already told you, I don’t want it.” I growl in frustration at my uncle.“Gabe, your dad worked really hard to build relationships with the locals, and he would want you to continue his work.” He says. “Listen, I get that you felt like you had to step away from all of it. You didn’t have it easy with the crazy shit that happened to your parents but this is your home. Your rightful place is as Alpha of this pack." my uncle has been trying to keep the pack together hoping that I will take his place as the Alpha. "Just do me a favor and think about it ok.”He wasn’t wrong when he said crazy shit happened to my parents. My dad's death was just the final straw for me though. It all started with my mother. My wolf, Theo made his first appearance when I was 13. I was in the car with my mom driving home from school. That day was the day my dad, the next
Exasperated, he dismisses me, and I leave without argument. I promised Sherry I would take a shift at the bar, and I have an hour before I have to be there. Situated on the remote end of a plot of land belonging to the pack for more than a century sits a large three-story contemporary mansion. The pack house is modern, and has all the bells and whistles, conference rooms, office space, 17 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, a fancy security system, full kitchen, the works.West of the house is a path that leads to the previous pack house. Its older, and doesn’t have a complete gym for training, but it does have running water and electricity. It was my home, the only place I ever knew, and it’s where my mother is still present. Everything in this house belonged to her. A three-bedroom farmhouse with a wrap around porch. My mom loved the country style of decor, and its functionality. She made everyone feel at home here,
I quickly get dressed and shove my knife in its sheath tucking it into my boot. I grab my keys and the jar that was left at my door before I walk out of my room, making my way to the lobby. The same young lady is at the desk, and she smiles brightly when she sees me walk in. “Is everything alright with your room?”, she asks. “It’s perfect Melissa” taking time to look at her name tag this time. “I do have a question though. I found this in my room. Maybe whoever was here before me forgot it, and was wondering where I can get some more?” I ask. “Oh, I’m not sure where that jar came from, but I do know where you can get some more. There is a guy out on the market road north of town that keeps bees. He sells it at the local grocery store.” She replies. “You know, it’s kind of a local tradition for a guy to give his sweetheart a jar of honey. Maybe you have a secret admirer.” “Well, that wou
It's a slow night at Sherry's. The last customers left about an hour ago and Joe has been huffing and puffing in the kitchen. He's taking extra care to make as much noise chopping extra prep items for tomorrow. By the smell of it we have enough onions to last the next month. I don’t know what has gotten into him lately, but it seems like he does everything he can to be obnoxious to get Sherry’s attention in an effort to go home. I’ve talked to her about switching him to days, but she says that the daytime cook is a single dad and doesn’t have anybody to watch his kids at night. Joe's usually pretty chipper till about nine o’clock. That’s when he turns into the grouch, we all know and love. The one that takes his time picking the strongest smelling onions to chop up loudly and throw pans in the storage area. Sherry walks out of the office and looks at me with a questioning look. I shrug my shoulders and go back to washing the beer mugs. It’s 11:30 when Sherry asks, “Ya’ll rea
I walk to the door and just as I am about to open it, it swings open and tall slender man steps out. I can feel his disappointment at the realization that I am headed inside. From the looks of it, and the smell of him he is likely the guy that works in the kitchen and is heading out. It doesn’t surprise me when he says, “honey, I hope you’re looking for liquid lunch cuz the kitchens closed.” I put on my warmest smile, he has kind eyes, and I don’t want to keep him from whoever he is trying to get home to. I can feel the devotion and love radiating from him, and I know that he cherishes them.Before I have a chance to reassure him, I step inside the door and freeze. As soon as I see him, I know that Lily was not bullshitting me. He stands up and faces me. He is tall, taller than me, a lot taller than me. I’m six feet tall and he has to be about 6’7”. His long golde
I want her. Badly. I don’t just want a midnight romp though. I never want to have a day that I don’t see her beautiful face. I want to know what it is about her that makes people feel at ease when she is around. The minute she walked in that door everything changed. Not only for me, she is my mate, so that is a given. I suppose part of me knows that there is a tether between us that I won’t be able to resist, but Joe leaving the kitchen when someone has come in. He wouldn’t normally do that. He prides himself of his work ethic. Not a big deal though. We all have our off days, so I didn’t think anything of it. Sherry leaving me to close the bar without her I didn’t see coming, but the real kicker was Frank and Josh. Those two crotchety old bastards don’t care about anything but their lawn, their wallets and closing Sherry’s Bar. For one, they are frequent customers here and they know the price of a beer. They wouldn’t fall for what she pulled with the daytime bar tender L
“It wasn’t your fault, you know that right”, I say to him feeling his sadness, mixed with guilt. I can feel his hurt and I want to take it away. I can, but that would never truly heal him. It would all come rushing back out of nowhere. A memory, something familiar that reminds him of the thing causing him pain will have it all come rushing back with a fury. It would be worse, cruel even. He lowers me back down so that I am standing in front of him.Worried that I stepped over a boundary I look up to him searching his eyes for what I should do. I open a boundary just a little bit to see if I can get a hint of what he is feeling. Maybe I can do some damage control, and salvage this, whatever this is. He raises his hand to the back of his neck and forces a smile. I can tell whatever it is, it’s a sensitive subject. “I’m sorry,” I tell him “That was probably int