Mated But Not Tamed Novel – ‘Mate’ tank growls, pleasure lacing his thoughts. ‘We don’t know that’ I think back. ‘It could be a trap.’ I look to my brothers, only to find them sniffing the air too. We come up to a rickety wooden shed.The smell is coming from here. From inside. A sound comes from inside. ‘Mate’ Tank starts chanting. He’s so sure. She chained to the wall. A collar around her neck. A cuff wrapped tightly around her back leg. My brothers and I look at each other, the reality of our situation snapping into place. She’s… our mate. OURs. All of ours. Our Mate.
I’m standing on all fours, overlooking the forest before me. The trees are changing colour, causing the dried leaves to fall to the forest ground. This makes it more difficult for me and my brothers to hunt. The rouges will hear our approach, but the same goes for them. We have the advantage of being Alphas, but that seems to be less and less of an advantage every time we run into a new rouge. The new one crazier and more feral than the last. I catch a whiff of moldy, and uncleaned skin. A rouge. Through the trees no more than 50 feet from where we stand. It doesn’t see us, and we don’t give it the chance.
Vex lunges, clamping his jaw around it’s throat. Tearing out his jugular and pushing its stiff dead body to the dirt. Blood dripping from his muzzle. Once the dead wolf’s body stops twitching, vex declares the threat handled, giving Daniel full control back. One down. God knows how many more. It doesn’t take long for other rouges to appear, the sent of blood drawing in their curious noses. The Packs separate, following the wolves that branch off. My brothers and I stick together, following our own set of three rouges. Its only moments before there throats are torn, and limbs are dismembered. Simply walking off to continue the hunt, leaving the bodies where they belong. In the mud. I go to link my hunters when my body tingles, heat spreading all over. My wolf going silent for the first time since the killing started. That smell.
Lavender and eucalyptus floats through the air, carrying on the wind. The fur rises on the back of my neck. My wolf running circles in my mind. He’s pushing for control, to follow the smell. The amazing, earthshattering smell that makes my senses tingle. ‘Mate’ tank growls, pleasure lacing his thoughts. ‘We don’t know that’ I think back. ‘It could be a trap.’ I look to my brothers, only to find them sniffing the air too. Searching their surroundings for the source. We look at each other, baffled but alert. My body stars moving without my permission. Only realizing Tank has slipped through more than I had realized. He pounds his paws on the ground, quickly picking up the pace. My brothers not far behind. We come up to a rickety wooden shed.
Chains wrapped around the handles, a pad lock keeping it in place. My senses so overstimulated, I don’t even care that I’m making noise. My paws crunch on the leaves, Luther stepping on branches and twigs. Daniel being the only one carful enough to be quiet. The smell is coming from here. From inside. A sound comes from inside. Rattling from metal and the walls shake lightly. We still, waiting for… anything. Nothing happens, no sounds are made again. ‘Mate’ Tank starts chanting. He’s so sure. Me less so. I can’t have a mate. They weaken you, and I’m not weak. I will never be weak. But that smell, that feeling in my stomach making me question everything I have ever believed. Daniel goes up to the door, tearing the lock off with a single swipe.
The chains falling to the ground, in heap of metal and rings. The door flying open in the process, shards flying everywhere. He’s never been the patient one. Always jumping headfirst. Though, I guess with a murderous, crazed wolf like Vex, there’s not much he can’t kill. I move inside, stealthy and alert. The dust clears and my limbs stop working. I freeze. I never freeze. Never like the all paralyzing feeling washing over my body. ‘Told you’ Tank says, his thoughts full of told you so’s and growling. I ignore his quip. Staring down at the ball of fur lying on the ground, shielding her face with her little paws. She only slightly bigger than a pup. Her fur, pure gold and brown. Soft looking and… hurt. She’s hurt. It takes my brothers coming up beside me, the same dazed looks across their faces, for me to snap back and take in her surroundings.
The lining of the shed encased in metal slabs. No windows. She chained to the wall. A collar around her neck. A cuff wrapped tightly around her back leg. A growl escapes my wolf, angered at the sight. She whimpers, her body tightening even farther into her ball. My brothers and I look at each other, the reality of our situation snapping into place. She’s… our mate. OURs. All of ours. The final piece finally falling into place. She’s what we were waiting for, the reason behind everything. What we all felt was not right without. Our Mate.