Blue meets Brown: The mate's mark

In this reality, werewolves don’t discover their mates until the age of 21. It all starts with one night, doesn’t it? The one night your life changes for the best, worst and the crazy… Madeleine: BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP. My phone is going off like a f*****g siren. WHERE the hell is it?? I rub the sleep from my eyes and lift my head slightly. Looking for the phone is impossible with his weight on me. What is it? The only light I can see is coming from a slither from behind the curtain. I’m in a hotel room, but it’s… not mine. I panic, I lift my head to adjust my eyes and there’s a gigantic arm wrapped around my waist and a leg the size of a muscular trunk sprawled over my long but slender ones. That scent… it smells like honeycomb and cut grass, with a hint of… what is that? Blood? OMG, no! I look under the cover, I’m naked and the man next to me… Wait, did I lose my virginity last night? My brain is foggy, and I can’t put the pieces together. I scramble to get out from under this man. I peer across to the sleeping form. Even in the darkness of this hotel room, he looks like a god. Dark hair, dark stubble. Ripped to f**k and tattoos covering half his chest, going down his forearm. He’s beautiful. My phone starts lighting up from across the room. It’s on the small corner table. Someone really wants to get a hold of me. I have no choice but to see who it is. Though, I have a nagging feeling that I know who it is. I wiggle from under the man. Just enough that I can place my feet on the floor and slide from under him. f**k, where are my clothes! I turn slightly, not entirely panicking, but edging that way, I check to make sure the sleeping man is in fact still sleeping. Phew, he seems to be out for the count. I must be careful regardless, with heightened hearing, you can never be too careful. I tiptoed over to my phone, still naked. Pick it up, and yup, as expected. I had several missed calls from Isobel, my wicked step mum, and messages from my bestie, Charlie. There, screwed up in a ball, lay my bridesmaid dress. I pick it up and go to the bathroom. As soon as I enter, my phone rings again. Luckily for me, it was Charlie. I picked it up instantly. “Dude! Where the hell are you? Your dad is going crazy at the pack house! You were supposed to see him and Isobel off for their honeymoon”. “Charlie, you need to help me. I think… I think I lost… um, I’m in a man’s hotel room, I’m hiding in his bathroom! I think I’m still at the wedding venue’s hotel. Please meet me and bring some fresh clothes. Tell my dad…”. “Oh please, girl, I got you. I’ve already told your dad that you stayed at mine, and that you’re running late because you needed to pick some last-minute honeymoon supplies up for the wicked witch of the west. I’ll pick you up in 10. Be ready.” The call ended. That is why she is my best friend. Okay, time to make my great escape. I didn’t dare switch the bathroom light on, so I fumbled to get this ridiculous bridesmaid dress back on in the dark. Even my wolf-like reflexes couldn’t help me. f**k alcohol, I don’t know why I do it to myself. Once dressed, I tiptoe to the door, check if the man is still sleeping and make a beeline to the front door. It clicked open… The light from outside crept inside, swallowing the darkness with every inch that the door opened. Heavy breathing from inside the room alerted me that the sleeping man was waking up. I dare not look back, but I wish I could. The door closed.