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“Then the wolves of the world will perish,”was whispered into my mind before the darkness took me once more.
Chapter Seven
Jameson
Mate.Mate. Mate.
I felt like a passenger in my own body when my wolf took over for the first time in my life. We howled and ran towards the scent of our mate, needing to secure the bond. The word circled on repeat through our head, ever since our souls had merged.
For the first time in sixteen years, a shred of happiness made its way into my heart. My mother had always told me that the joy of merging with your wolf was indescribable, and I finally understood what she meant. I was complete now with him, and I would never be alone again.
Please, don’t let my mate be Sofia.
Our white paws ate up the distance between us and our mate with ease, and I let him enjoy the thrill of our first run, allowing him the driver's seat. We were equals, and he deserved to have free rein while shifted.
With my senses heightened, the forest surrounding our home felt like I was seeing it for the first time again. I could only imagine how breathtaking it would look in the light of day. The full moon provided the night’s only light, illuminating our path with ease.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
The singular thought continued through our shared mind, and a brief moment of fear flickered through me at the thought of a mate bond confining me. I could admit to myself that I wasn’t the easiest person to be around, and I certainly didn’t know the first thing about a relationship or making someone happy.
No. Mate good.
His conviction stilled my fears, because I knew he would help us navigate this bond. I couldn’t even make myself happy. Not since my mother died, and the only ounce of love I received came from my father in the form of shared hatred. We had nothing else in common, except our need to kill all Daimona. Now that I could shift, I’d be able to participate in the hunt.
Did I have room in my heart to let myself love someone again, despite the fear of them being taken from me?
We neared the edge of the treeline, and the large dining hall loomed before us, bringing utter confusion to my mind.
Why were we back here? Wouldn’t our mate be running through the forest?
Two wolves came into view, and I was shocked that they were both white like me. One was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious, and my draw to them confirmed my wolf’s thought.
Our mate.
Adrenaline and fear surged through us at seeing her unconscious with another wolf standing over her at such a vulnerable moment. We’d kill him.
I rushed the other white wolf, who spun around, showing a singular black tuft of fur on his chest. And familiar blue eyes. We bared our teeth at each other and growled before clashing together in a flurry of claws and dominance.
Protect mate.
Something in me knew that this wolf was Milo, who I respected despite his protection of the human, Kira. It didn't matter what I’d previously thought of him though, because right now my wolf saw him as a threat to our mate, and nothing would stand in the way of protecting her.
Snapping my teeth against the side of his neck, I surged my weight forward to knock him over. He quickly used his sharp claws to rake them against the soft skin of my belly. I ignored the pain there and clamped my jaw down further onto his neck, drawing blood this time.
A low whine came from my mate, and I let go of Milo's neck to turn to her. She stood on all fours now, and a blue crescent mark glowed on her forehead.
Taking advantage of my distraction, Milo jumped to all fours and growled menacingly at me, backing closer to my mate, but with his front facing me, as if protecting her.
Confusion blanketed my mind, but before I could process it, my wolf's rage at him standing that close to her took over, and we leapt at him again, teeth bared.
Before we could collide, a blue light flashed from my mate's direction, blinding us. A low whine came from me as I lay against the ground and covered my eyes with my paws.
The light dimmed, and thinking it was likely safe, I opened my eyes, needing to make sure she remained unharmed. My wolf and I stared in awe at our mate, standing there so proud and confident. Blue flames coated her from her paws to her tinged fur, and the crescent mark on her head pulsated.
What was this power?
We basked in the knowledge that she was strong and our equal. She was perfect.
