Chapter 131
The next thing I knew, the sun was just starting to rise. I stretched and jolted at the feeling of the warm body lying next to me. He stirred and gave what I could only imagine was a “wolfy” grin. We stared out across the valley as it slowly came to life in brilliant colors of oranges and golds in the morning light.
Realizing I needed to get home and change, I stood, stretched, and sadly turned my back on him to walk away. I was prepared to take off in a sprint the moment I hit the woods, but he nipped at my heel and nodded his head in the direction I knew was Kelsey’s old cottage where he was staying. I shook my head sadly and started to walk away. Again he nipped at my hindlegs. I yelped and turned. He didn’t look as happy this time and nodded his head again, walking in the direction I knew he wanted me to follow. Again I shook my head. Only that time I growled at him and saw his tail go between his legs as he lowered himself in submission to me. I didn’t think wolves could cry, but I’m pretty sure there were tears in my eyes as I turned, fighting against my wolf to gain control, and took off at a full on run.
As the house came into focus ahead of me, I heard the heart–wrenching cry of my mate. I couldn’t keep my wolf from returning the cry, but did push us both on to the safety of home.
I shifted quickly at the door and walked inside as quietly as I could. I started for the shower and then realized Patrick’s smell was still covering me even in human form, and I couldn’t stand to wash it off just yet. So I pulled on a nightshirt and snuggled into bed. My sweet spot didn’t feel so sweet, and the normal comfort of my bed felt suddenly empty.
The mating call had been answered that night. My wolf had accepted his wolf, even if I wasn’t prepared to accept the man. The bond that we would one day share had been ignited, calling me to accept my mate in every way possible. I cried myself to sleep, trying not to think of what I had done.
Patrick
The Winter Solstice run had been the greatest night of my life. I had shared every moment of it with my mate. She was beautiful, with a solid black coat, except for the small, white, heart–shaped spot on her right upper–hind leg. I had only noticed it when I nipped her, trying to convince her to come home with me. She had made it clear that wasn’t possible. It had nearly broken my heart watching her run from me.
I should have pursued chase, but I hadn’t. Later, after I lay there for far too long, licking my wounds, I tracked her back to the pack house. The smells were too numerous and her trail too faint by then to tell where she went. I assumed the parking lot and then home. How I wished I knew where home
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Chapter 131
As her scent was still fresh and evident on me, I solidified a new determination to find her. Her wolf had accepted mine. Things were going to change now. No more running from me. I had to know who she was. I needed to look into those mesmerizing blue eyes in human form so badly it hurt.
It was Saturday afternoon by the time I really got moving. I headed into town to shop for the messages. There was really only one store to shop and. I didn’t have much food left in the house. I didn’t want my mate to see me as nothing more than a bachelor, incapable of caring for myself, let alone her. I grabbed the bare necessities and quickly took them home.
Back out, I headed for the Crate. There were a few other places to eat, but that was my favorite. I called Kyle and asked him to join me there. While waiting I ordered a burger and chips and a pint of Gat. When the order arrived, I sighed, seeing crisps on my plate. Fries, I reminded myself. Order fries next time. Starving, I dug in anyway.
When Kyle finally arrived I ordered another round for the both of us. I couldn’t afford to get ossified in the midst of my hunt for my beautiful mate, but a Gat or two for courage couldn’t hurt.
“So, how was the run last night? I didn’t see you even once after it started.”
Nothing could have wiped the grin off my face. “I found her!”
“Patrick, that’s awesome. I’m so happy for you. What’s her name?”
“No idea.”
“Well, tell me where she lives, and I can help with a name.”
“No idea.“.
“Can you tell me anything at all about her?”
“She’s a solid black wolf. That’s all I know for sure.”
Cole Anderson, who was on the Pack Council, slapped me on the back as he joined us. “Half of Westin Pack are black wolves. That doesn’t help much.” Taking a long sip of his beer, he grinned. “Hell, my wolf is solid black, so that’s one you can mark off your list,‘ cause I sure as hell didn’t run with you last night.”
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