Willow

Mate.

The time had dragged, he had arranged to see Willow. The day seemed too long, he was eager to see her. In the last hour before they were due to meet, he took to pacing the floor.

He needed to see her beautiful pale eyes not glowing red ones. The soft knock came to the door. He was grateful he didn't live with the main pack, but in his own place. He moved out of the main house when he turned 17, the she wolves wouldn't leave him alone.

He opened the door and let Willow in. Her eyes were pale blue as always, her skin so pale. How am I going to protect something so fragile? he thought. Under that pale skin there was a resolve of steel.

They sat on the bed for a while. He ran his hand over her face, feeling her cool perfect skin under his finger tips. She ran a hand through his wavy hair and pulled at it playfully.

She is my equal and my mate, he thought. Everything else is based on other people's opinions. She walked into his arms. He enclosed her in his arms, picturing her as his Luna.

'What is it Hunter?, she said. 'I accept all of you Willow', he replied. He claimed her, baring his teeth, biting her, marking her as his.