Page 29 of Stuck With His Mate

Chapter 12

Angelina

Being a wolf is like nothing I have experienced before. It is similar enough to being a normal woman in most ways, but in all the ways that really matter, it is completely different.

It is being both a woman and wolf all at once. Two parts of me agreeing, and disagreeing just as often, but still moving in perfect harmony. Woman and wolf, both stubborn and wild. This is strange, and new at the same time.

Familiar, and yet still mind-blowing.

She and I are free. Freer than I had ever been as a human, and freer than any wolf could possibly be. Now I could sniff at a plant, and immediately tell if it was doing well or about to die. I could tell when it rained last.

All of this is incredible to me’ and I can’t help the fact that I am envious of the Lycans who had gotten to experience this for the entirety of their lives.

We have spent the night rolling around and mock fighting with imaginary rogues. My wolf is black as midnight and almost twice my weight.

She had spent the night running and jumping and sniffing and learning, and we both enjoyed the experience completely.

We are vain and empowered and it is nothing short of glorious.

Currently I did not know where Williem was but we both miss him.

I trot over to a scattering of flowers, breathing in the scents they give off, thrilled by this new and surreal way of experiencing the world. Having four legs had been strange at first but now it feels like second nature to me.

A stream of sunlight breaks through the dense foliage, signaling the break of day. I howl one last time at the sky, mourning the retreat of the moon, knowing that with her departure came humanity.

Like it is choreographed, the change swiftly follows, and in contrast to changing from woman to wolf, reverting to woman is almost painless. It is like popping a stiff back and finding relief.

The change ends as quickly as it starts. One moment I am a wolf and all four of my limbs are painfully lengthening, and the next moment I return to having only two legs.

It feels eerie to be human once more. Almost like trying to remember my own name but failing. Having a feeling of deja vu and trying to remember.

I am as naked as the day I was born but I am not bothered about it at all. The cool breeze of the night feels refreshing on my skin, as does the remainder of moonlight.

It feels like the moon is to me what the sun is to a plant; strengthening and enriching and the slightest presence of it is enough to keep me energized.

I have no idea where I am. The last thing I could remember was reaching the perimeter of the territory, so if I have to make a guess, I’d bet I was in the pack’s forest.

Feeling a resonance through the bond, somehow, without any reason, I feel like my mate is here. It is a good feeling at its basest, but I am not sure what I should be feeling or how I should be feeling about Williem.

On one hand, he has hurt me by rejecting me as his mate, while knowing exactly what it meant at the time and what deep implications it had.

And on the other hand, I cannot help but feel a need for him. I know I care about him, and some part of me tells me there could be a reason for what he said.

What reason could there be?

He said it plain and clear as day. He would much rather want another person to be his mate, one who knew what it meant to be part of a pack. And he regretted being with me.

The implication of this hurt, and now I knew what two people hurting felt like. Her mate’s rejection is just as hurtful to my wolf as it was to me.

But despite this I still hunger for him.

I can’t even deny it. The physical and sexual attraction I have for him is almost overpowering in its intensity, and I can’t help but think that it isn’t what typically comes about with normal people. It is almost dangerous.

Is this what Judd and Alyssa feel?

It would explain a lot honestly. I honestly can understand why they are so intense around each other.

I look around, ears strained so I can get a lock on Williem’s location, but I have no such luck. Instead of meandering around aimlessly, I decided to follow the trusty internal compass that had led me to the territory when I was run off the road by the rogues.

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