Page 15 of Tis the Season for Sass
“Probably, but you never know. It could be the other way around.”
“Hmm, true. Better keep looking over your shoulder. See ya,”she said, trotting off to Sofia’s house.
Despite nearly a full day of traveling, his wolf felt like he had to burn off all the pent-up energy that had built up inside of him from his time with Ginger. His legs stretched and his gait went from a fast trot to a full speed run through the freshly fallen snow. Even taking the longer route home didn’t seem to take the edge off much.
By later in the day, he resorted to splitting yet another cord of wood.
“Want the hell is going on? It’s like I’m on steroids. If I don’t get this sorted out, I’m going to work myself until I drop. Maybe I’m taking the wrong approach,”he said to his wolf.
Chance pulled a beer from the garage refrigerator and chugged it down, hoping to finally relax.
His wolf was pacing inside of him. Something was about to happen. And whatever it was, he knew it would surely prove to be momentous.
“Hey, Chance. I was just heading out when I saw your garage open. Figured I would check in on you. Everything go okay up there?” Lars asked, stepping into the garage.
“Yeah. Fine,” he said, passing Lars a beer. “Why? Did Ginger say something?”
“No. In fact, she was unusually quiet about it. So, as you can imagine, Sofia sent me to see you. Did anything happen between the two of you up on the mountain? Was there an argument or…something?”
“Nope. We got along great actually. Neither of us slept particularly well with the storm raging and Hal and Siggy’s shitty furniture. It was like sleeping on bricks, but we survived.”
“Uh huh. Well, good to know,” Lars replied, downing half his beer.
Chance’s wolf stirred. “There. I knew it. I sensed it. Now I know what it is and where it’s coming from.”
“What?”
“I caught the scent of our mate. Finally. Our fate. Our destiny.”
“And…while drinking a beer with my buddy?”
“Her scent is on him! He’s been with our mate!”
“Bullshit. Lars is mated to Sofia.”
Chance’s wolf rushed forward in his mind, demanding to take control. Chance suddenly dropped his beer. Stumbling to the ground, he fought his wolf with every ounce of energy he possessed.
“Chance! What’s wrong?” Lars ran to his friend’s side.
“I—I don’t…know.” Chance struggled through each word. His wolf pressing the matter even harder.
“Free me now. We must find her,”his wolf snarled.
Who the “her” was that his wolf was adamant about finding, he had no clue. The only thing Chance did know was that he couldn’t keep his wolf contained for much longer.
Majik pulsed around him. He fought his animal as each bone in his body started to snap. Chance screamed. The pain from fighting the shift was getting the better of him.
“Don’t fight it, man. Let your wolf out. He obviously thinks there’s something wrong or he wouldn’t be forcing you to change.”
“What is that amazing smell?”Chance stopped fighting and allowed his wolf to surge forward. The pain he had felt vanished immediately upon giving into his wolf.
“That is the smell of our mate.”
The breeze picked up again, driving the animal nearly mad. If he could only figure out where it was coming from. It was almost as if their mate was standing right next to him.
“Chance?” Lars asked.
His wolf growled at Lars, slowly advancing toward him.
