Urquia

Nathan POV Looking through the window of my office in Galicia, Spain, I asked my Beta, -"How many rouges?" I was reviewing some last details about an expansion project of the pack's mansion, a project benefiting our allies here in Spain. -"At least five," Leo answered -"We killed three, caught one male and one female ran away, but we're tracking her right now." - "Well, you know the drill," I said. -"Gather all the information you can and verify it. I need to finish these budgets so the Eclipse Pack approves my team and I to return home this weekend. I'm leaving Marco in charge of the project... This will open us doors for new opportunities here in Europe." - "Are you sure it's the only reason? " he asked as direct as always. He knows my motives very well; They haven't changed even after so many years. I look at the sunset, and after a while, I answered with a sigh, -" Just get it done quickly. You're in charge of the pack while I'm here, and I'd like everything wrapped up as soon as possible." - "On it alpha" he said not pressing the matter anymore. After a short silence he said -"I'll ask our trackers again if they have found anything new, will report as soon as you get here." He hangs up. It's been ten years since I saw her at Milan airport. She was the most beautiful, weird girl I've ever seen. She had many pastel-colored dreadlocks, a Ramones black t-shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. Straps everywhere on her body, and backpack bigger than her next to her. She had many weird bracelets on both her forearms. I could only see her back; she was sitting on the floor with a guy and a teenager who looked more like a mix of hippie than her. I couldn't see her face, but I could smell her. Pineapple and coconut. Intoxicating but not too much —just perfectly balanced goddamn it! I was in the middle of a call with a future Alpha just like me who became friends with me while I studied in MIT, and I was going to visit his pack in London for a business matter. My personal jet was delayed, so while I was waiting, I kept looking at her like a creep. After abruptly hanging up my call, I tried to hear her voice. My wolf, Shadow, was shouting in my ear 'MATE! MATE! CLAIM MATE NOW!' Suddenly she laughed hard and it was that kind of laugh that made you laugh too even if you didn't understand why. -"En tus sueños cariño." she said, laughing. Was that italian? It sounded Latin, maybe Spanish? -'I guess we'll need to learn a new language soon,' I told my wolf. I don't know how long I was staring, but the girl sitting with her noticed and whispered something. She stiffened. I was hoping she would turn around, but she just looked back, giving me her perfect profile as if she didn't really care. Was that a bull nose ring?? And a lip ring too? I'm not a fan of piercings, but she looked fierce, and those dark, burgundy, plump lips... I wanted to bite them so much. Wait, are her eyes red? Is she a vampire? Shadow said she's human; she doesn't smell like a vampire, and I can hear her heartbeat. I had to see her face, I had to talk to her and make her mine. I tried to control my wolf from shifting right there so I took a few deep breaths and started walking towards them. She looked down at her phone and started panicking, and getting up with her stuff, the other two did the same. -"¡Apúrense, que llegamos tarde al avion!" She shouted. -'NO! NOOO! SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!!' Shadow shouted. I panicked too. There were lots of people running, going one way and the other. I mind-linked my warriors to follow them, but they didn't really know who I was talking about. So there I was, trying to discreetly pass through the crowd blocking me without my wolf speed. Even with my four warriors and two trackers, we couldn't find her. She was gone. We couldn't even find her flight or where she came from. I didn't have a name or a face, and I didn't even know what language she was speaking. I looked for her for three whole years and set trackers to search for her permanently. At first, I was really anxious and moody. I would have rage attacks and destroy everything around me. I almost turned feral a few times. I couldn't sleep well; I couldn't stop thinking about her, obsessing. My wolf was devastated, and he stopped speaking to me. Now, he basically lets me be in control almost all the time. He's in despair and angry all the time, and that makes me angry and edgy. I would snap at everyone and almost killed a few omegas a couple of times. I was ruthless and savage, and I would hunt and torture rogues only to blow off steam. I became the most feared among Alphas, a mateless, lone wolf. My friends... well, they let me be. They stopped trying to approach me, and we grew apart. Seven years passed since then. I realized how it was affecting my pack. They became ruthless like me, with no mercy, no good feelings. I promised myself they wouldn't ever have to suffer because of me, so to 'man up', I learned how to manage my anger, like really control my temper. That changed everything in the pack too. I focused on our business and pack issues. I've put all my energy into making our pack a successful one. A caring one between ourselves. When I was twenty-one, I took over the Alpha position, mateless, leading a pack with 134 members—a medium sized pack. But now, we have almost 400 pack members and have made good allies not only in the States but also around the world. We've got rogue problems a few times a year but they usually avoid our area. We pretty much live in peace and everyone is happy in my pack.. well, everybody except me..but I don't show it anymore. Only my beta knows the truth. He's the only one who stayed by my side. My parents tried to force me to choose a mate. I tried to date; it wouldn't last more than a few months, six at most. Being intimate with any she-wolf was really hard. My wolf would try to take control so he could rip the poor she-wolf's throat. I mean, I'm no saint, but I don't f**k around. It's pointless. So when I'm frustrated, I train hard or run. I'm a really big, muscular man. My parents relaxed a bit when our pack started to succeed. But mom always tries to pair me up. Or make me go on blind dates. Deep down she knows I wont ever be happy. Not without her. If I hadn't seen her that day it would have been so much easier, but I just can't seem to move on. I know she's out there and it hurts so much. The week goes by, and as usual, whenever I get to any airport, my wolf and I get really restless and nervous. So we have a ritual. I don't use the jet anymore. I've been flying like a mere human ever since I saw her, with my warriors blended into the crowd. Maybe the Goddess will have mercy on me, and we'll meet again... On Friday night, I run until I can't anymore in wolf form, remembering every second I saw her. Her laugh, her profile, those piercings, her colored dreadlocks. I copied them but in a mohawk—well, not the color, cuz, you know, I'm a man and Alpha and unicorn locks are not intimidating at all. I learned Italian, Portuguese and Spanish just to speak with her in case she didn't know English. I made my pack learn all kinds of languages, and that opened us a bigger market around the world. I've looked for her everywhere, and even if she isn't with me, I hope she's happy wherever she is, even if I feel dead inside without her. I let my sadness take over me, and I howl my despair to the moon. -'Please take care of her, Moon Goddess. Please bring her to me somehow...' I'll probably stay in wolf form until we go to the airport. My wolf is really nervous, and I don't know why. It will be a long thirty-one hour flight. I'll go to Milan first, and then home. I always go to Milan.