Running Mate

Arlo Caddel My eyelids parted - much to my disdain - as I turned on my back and stared at the wall by my side. The walls were unpainted, mere brick, I sniffed in dust and cement by accident and sprang up when my nostrils twitched. I let out a loud sneeze before I looked down at my body. I was naked, butt naked. The back of my head hurt badly and I stretched my hand to massage it. I was going to experience this pain for the rest of the day. My hangovers were always terrible and it was the reason I seldom drank. I ran my ten fingers down the length of my hair and looked around. I could remember vividly what brought me here. Alcohol never ruined or fogged my memory. It was one of the reasons I loved myself. During the ceremony, my wolf felt a tingling and led me to a young man who I discovered was my mate. Eager to know who he was, I followed him into the party, where he disappeared from my sight. But I found him later on and followed him to this hideout, only to see that he wasn't at