The Gifted Warriors

Chapter 3

The sun’s rays shone through my window nearly blinding me even though my eyes were closed. I pulled the covers over my head and prayed to the Great Mates that today wasn’t my 18th birthday, that today wasn’t the day that I was being shipped off into the hands of unknown, unmated, very dominant males.

No matter how much I didn’t want to get out of bed I did anyway. I reluctantly dressed myself in a pair of shorts and the cleanest shirt that was the closest, not caring what I looked like.

I did a final sweep of my room making sure that I didn't miss anything. My eyes fell on the painting that I finished just before my father gave me the news that I would be leaving.

In the painting there were four men standing side by side in what looks like an airport. They all had dark brown hair and you could tell that they were all related and that they all held some kind of rank that gave them more power than just normal werewolves in higher ranks.

The man on the far left was the smallest of all the others and his and his hair was the longest of them all. He stood towards the side a bit and it was almost like he was trying to hide behind the others.

The next man had a smile on his face and he was a lot leaner than the rest of the bunch. His arms were crossed his chest and his presence gave me a sense that he was cocky.

Then came the largest man, he stood slightly in front of the other boys and more brooding than the others. My guess is that he was the Alpha of the group since his stance screamed that he held more power than the rest. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this nameless man that I painted. It was like I was caught in some sort of trance that I couldn’t escape.

Once I forced myself to tear my eyes from the captivating man, my eyes fell on possibly the most hate filled person I ever laid my eyes on. He was stocky and strong looking and well mean. It looked like he was born with a scowl on his face.

I think I just painted the Gifted Warriors without realizing it. Time to go meet them in person.

Fantastic. Life is so great sometimes.

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I have some of my pack help me load my stuff into a car that is driving me to the airport and the farther I get from home, the more nervous I feel. And apparently I’m not very good at hiding it because a flight attendant keeps asking me if I’m okay or if I need a barf bag.

I just want to get this over with so I can go back home and pretend like the whole thing never even happened.

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I somehow managed to fall asleep on the flight and woke up as the plane was starting to land. And if I thought taking off was scary then landing was much more terrifying. I gripped the armrests so hard that I split the seams I kinda felt bad but I also didn’t really care because when I don’t have control I get like this. Control is my thing. I was born to be in control it is what feels the most natural thing to me so when I am not controlling things I kinda freak out.

As soon as the plane landed I waited for them to announce that it was fine to get off of the plane. So I was the first one up and off of the stupid thing. I enter the airport and I start looking for the bag return so I can push off meeting the males. I’m really not looking forward to it.

“Come on man. Aren’t you excited? She could be one of our mates.” My attention just focused on the person, across the hall, who said the word mates. The guy was bouncing off the walls with excitement. He was with three other guys. All of them resemble the guys in my painting. Guess this is it.

A scent hit my nose and my wolf started to go absolutely crazy. Perfect. I stopped walking in their direction and just looked in their direction. My eyes blocking out everything else except him. Our eyes and it's like my heart just stopped. His movements were strong and confident. Everything about him was breathtaking.

He made his way over to me quickly while I was frozen in place. Like my feet were apart of the concrete. He was halfway to me when a guy ran into.

“I’m so sorry,” the stranger started to apologize but a loud growl, no more like a roar, cut him off. My mate started charging at him with rage written all over him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” The man was terrified for his life.

It's like my body knew what it was doing before my brain did. I ran straight to my mate and wrapped my arms around his waist and just buried myself into him. He stopped but he hesitated slightly but then he returned my hug and put his face in my neck and breathed in my scent and he slowly calmed down. The muscles in his body relaxed and his heart rate slowed. I leaned back and smiled at him.

I turned around and saw that not only was the guy who bumped into me was still there but everyone in the airport was staring at us.

“I apologize that he scared you. And I forgive you for bumping into me. I believe that you didn’t mean it. Have a good day.” Without another word I pulled my mate with me toward the bag return.

“How can you just let him disrespect you like that and then forgive him?”

“Because he didn’t mean it and he apologized.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me.”

“You heard me. You. Are. An. Idiot.”

He stopped in his tracks and glared at me.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I piss off my dear mate? Sorry to say this but I really don’t care because I just stopped you from shifting right in front of a whole lot of people who don’t know that our kind exists.” I got right up in his face and lowered my voice so that people walking by couldn't hear my words.

He glared at me for a little while longer before he just walked towards the exit.

Well this is fun.