The Mate Of The Half-Blood.

Chapter 4

-Nate- Silver Dagger

I run making sure that they follow me, my tormentors “my pack”. As I run away from her Fenrir whines telling me to go back to make sure that she is alright that they didn’t hurt her in any way, I hope that they didn’t see me kiss her as if they knew about her, they will take her and make her their little puppet in order to hurt me. It is obvious that she means something to me, but I am unsure of what that thing is. I have heard whisperings of a thing called a “mate”, but I never truly knew what that meant as a mate to me is another word for friend. Fenrir is scoffing and rolling his eyes at me in the back of my mind, but I know better than to ask him he won’t tell me anything he just keeps telling me “all in good time Nate all in good time”.

I can hear them running through the brush after me I deliberately didn’t hide my scent, so they could follow me. Now that I am far enough away from her I can start to act smart, pulling my clothes off I rip my t-shirt at the bottom and carefully backtrack careful to go over my tracks making sure that I stay within my prints, snapping a sapling I strategically place part of my shirt over it making it looks like I got caught on it and didn’t have time to untangle myself I grab what is left of my shirt and chuck it up into the canopy of trees then rub my body around the trunk of a tree so that they can run around it for a while.

I grab my shorts and head for the river it is just beyond the shrubs it has not rained for a good couple of weeks so there should be some mud and the river would not be as deep as it usually would be. Once I reach the opening I dive into the silty mud and roll in it feeling like a pig in mud. I grab my shorts and make sure that they are properly covered and plan my escape, I just need to reach my home on the edge of the pack territory that’s where they dragged me when I was 7.

Unfortunately for the old mother that lived in the hut next to me, they put me in her care with strict instruction that if I was to show any kind of “power” to “put me out of my misery” I have always been bullied ever since I can remember. I was always left out of the group, always had sticks and stones thrown at me instead of the ball when they played, told to leave them alone, get away from them, I never understood why. I am just an ordinary werewolf, just like them. I have never done anything bad all I ever wanted was a friend to talk to.

In a way the old lady was that person however she is getting older and senile she swears she is as sharp as the silver dagger she keeps in her boot, She has it in a sheath so it doesn’t touch her skin “Don’t want to inflict any unnecessary pain on myself now do we” she chuckled to herself and winked at me when she showed me. Note to self never ask Maggie to show you her dagger she’ll go on and on about how it’s a family heirloom that was passed down the generations and that nobody knows she has it… blah blah blah. I’ve heard the story way too many times now that I start to glaze over when she talks about it which is nearly every day and always get a smack over my head when she realizes that I am not paying attention at all.

Looking behind me, I can hear them sniffing around the tree stupid wolves don’t even know how to track…

I finally reach the clearing after sneaking through the trees making sure to only move when the trees moved from the wind or when the wild animals moved to gather food for the coming winter, I edge closer to my little hut keeping to the trees just in case there is a wolf left behind to tell them when I reach home so they can start harassing me, Maggie is at a meeting at this time so I climb the tree nearest to her hut and wait for her return, I close my eyes and listen to the breeze and what nature has to tell me. Images of the girl on the clifftop drift through my mind and I concentrate on them but not completely as I still need to be aware of any footfalls coming in my direction.