Untamed: a fated mate love story.

Lozen: Life can blow up in your face in the blink of an eye, I don't remember a time that I didn't know that. All anyone can do when life gets real is make the best decision available and hope it's the right one. That's how I ended up raided a medical supply train in broad daylight on my 25th birthday. Too many things can go wrong in a daylight raid, but I need these supplies. My mothers life depends on it. I look around the baron wasteland in front of me, dry red clay goes on for as far as the eye can see. sharp rocks, some taller than any person, are scattered over the rough terrain. Turning my head side to side, making sure I have eyes on my small group. I lock eyes with one of my favorite people in the world, Zeno, my best friend in the world. It would be easy for someone who didn't know Z to assume she wasn't a threat. Standing at barely 5 feet tall, with striking green eyes and a beautiful but innocent looking face, many have underestimated her at their own peril. A sharp sound cracks through the air, alerting me to the arrival of old humvees heading our way in the distance. My skin starts to hum,and my spider senses start to tingle. we shouldn't hit this load. there are too many unknowns. This is a bad idea, I can feel it in my gut. I lock eyes with Jeth as I speak into my earpiece, " I have a bad feeling about this," I said. focusing on the scars that litter his otherwise handsome face, I'm reminded that the last time I ignored my gut, he almost paid the price with his life. "I really think you guys should sit this one out. It is my issue to deal with," I say into the comm. Z chuckles as Jeth flips me off, a unanimous STFU sounds in my ear from the other 3 members of the team. I know that they will stick with me through anything as I will them, their loyalty is unwavering. "Please, just this once let everything go smoothly," I silently say to the universe. The humvees are almost in position. I look at the remote in my hand, ready to flip the switch that will kill the power of anything in the area. I give the signal that comes are going down and flip the switch. The first humvee comes rolling to a stop a few feet past my spot behind a Boulder. I rush out, trusting my friends to do their job. The men in the humvees realize the ambush too late. Before they can even react, we've thrown open their doors and ushered them out at gunpoint. "We have no intention of hurting anyone, I just need some supplies, and we'll be on our way," I say to the man who looks to be in charge. "If you take these supplies, people will suffer and die," he shot back. "Well, it's a good thing all I need is a few things. Once I have them and we're far enough away, I'll turn the magnetic field off, and you can go on your way." He seems surprised by my response but I don't have time to chat, I circle around to the back of the humvee and begin my search. Faster than expected, I find the antibiotics I need, with IV bags and needles. I pause for a second, looking around at all the supplies. How did they get these? I could supply our community for over a year, it's tempting, but it would be wrong to take it all. I stalk back towards the group of detained men. Showing him what I took, I said, "we're done here, I'm going to cut your binds, for your safety don't follow." He tilts his head studying me for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile showing, then nods. Bending down to cut his binds away, he moves faster than I could track. In a blur of motion he breaks his binding, grabs my knife hand by the wrist, while spinning me around securing his hold on me. He chuckles and says "I don't want to hurt you sweatheart but..." Before he can finish his sentence I slam my head into his nose causing him to release right arm, I spin around and send a hard jab to his sternum then sweep his feet out from under him. "Hurting me was never on the menu, sweetheart," I say smirking. Laughter erupts from his companions. "OH, I can't wait to tell this story," one of them say, doubled over in laughter. The guy on the floor sits up quickly, I ready myself for him to lunge. Surprisingly, he holds out both hands in surrender. "I said, I didn't want to hurt you." he laughs. "Followed with but, and everyone knows everything before but is bullshit," I grin. I compose myself and say "let's try this again, we're leaving now, do not follow." I turn to my team urging them to move. Jeth comes my way, studying our "hostages. I have a few questions first, they seem different and these supplies are top of the line. I want to know who they are." he says. I groan out loud, " It doesn't matter I stress, did you see how that one moved or how calm the others are? They are allowing us to hold them without a fight. Look, this has been to easy, and every fiber in me being is telling me to get out of here because something is coming." This peaked the leaders interest. "what is it you think is coming?" he asks. "Honestly I'm not sure." I reply. the tingling in my arm is now a full on burning sensation, I can feel something in me shifting, looking for a place to settle. The feeling crescendos to a blinding pain, almost dropping me to my knees, and then just as quickly it's gone. I want to inspect my arm, but the need to leave is overwhelming. Sensing my distress Z and the others flank me, eyes on the horizon scanning for unseen danger. Feeling eyes on me, I look towards the leader to find his gaze glued to my arm. Looking down I see an unfamiliar design covering my forearm. Jeth notices at the same time. Raising panicked eyes to me he says, "Lo this is the mark of the evolved mate." I don't acknowledge him. Turning to the leader I say, "Which of you bears this marks twin?" He doesn't immediately reply, his eyes glaze over for a moment then he looks to the horizon at a figure in the distance and simply says "his." I need to get out of here! Now! I will not be controlled by some Caveman, but the pull I feel is so strong, I have to see him up close. The sun shines brightly obscuring his most of his face, but his eyes are focused on me. Wild horses couldn't tear me away from those eyes, it felt like home, like safety, something I've never had. Somehow he's right in front of me, his finger lightly traces my cheek, and I realize I'm looking up at him. Standing at 6ft tall I've never felt small, but I do now. Maybe I was wrong about the dynamic between mates, how can something bad make me feel so whole. Maybe life isn't all bad. He smiles at me breaking me from my thoughts... "Mine" he whispers. It was like being ripped from a dream and back to reality. With that one little word I was reminded of what he is and what he expects me to be... "Never" I reply and jab my knife in his neck.