Stolen Soul

Chapter 2: Mate

Hunter

It was faint, but the smell of ocean breeze and amber was in this forest.  It had to be a mistake.  I had not smelled that scent in over a century.  She had been gone that long, and my wolf had been silent for just as long. 

Mate.  She is here.  Moon goddess has brought her back to me.

Xander, she cannot be here.  We held her in our arms as she passed.

The pressure in my head was unbearable.  My wolf had not stretched himself out in my mind since Rose passed.  But he was trying to take over.  I could feel his anxiety, sadness, and hope as he pushed to the front of my mind.

Shifting to my ebony wolf took seconds, the feel of the breeze rustling through my fur was exquisite. I had missed my wolf; I had missed the way the earth smells when shifted.  Before I let him take full control, I just had to remind him.

Xander, don’t do anything dumb please.

My wolf hadn’t left the back of my mind in a century.  I wanted to die when I lost my mate, but the witch had kept us alive.  At first, I wanted to kill her, but the despair was too much. I expected my beast side to come forward and do it for the both of us, but he was too distraught.

I smell her, its faint but she has been here.  Xander wants to stay and find her, part of me wants to also, but I know that I cannot, Esme will call me back to the Coven.

It feels nice to have my paws touch the wet earth.  It is cool out now, the leaves have started to change to orange, and the humidity of the summer is finally dissipating. This was her favorite time of year, she always said I smelled like fall. 

Her smell is has gone completely stale now, but I know this stream.  The first time I spoke to Rose was here many years ago. I knew she was the Alpha’s daughter I had seen her from afar my entire life.  She was the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen, but she was kept well-guarded and only spent time with the highest-ranked wolves. 

My father was a strong warrior, and I had grown to be one of the best warriors in the pack.  Rose was off-limits, but then on my 18th birthday, I scented her. She was mine, a gift from the moon goddess herself, I couldn’t contain my excitement, but she was still 17, so I just had to wait until the night of her first shift.  I had heard she would come to this stream to think.  Sometimes I would silently follow her through the woods and watch her. I would observe her from a distance.  Her light brown hair would usually be loose, flowing down to her waist. She would come to the stream wearing no shoes and would sit with her feet barely grazing the waters surface, even when it was cold, she would dip them ever so slightly into the water. Tonight, she was with our Luna, a healer.  

Patrols were doubled, and I choose to be near the stream in hopes that her wolf would scent me. But Xander was too impatient. We decided to get closer to watch.  We slowly crept away from the border and towards the stream, hoping to catch a glimpse of our mate. I shifted back, standing as still as I could, afraid that breathing would alert them to my presence. Her brown hair was in a loose braid, her dress was the color of evergreens, it accentuated her curves, falling perfectly around her pert breasts and ample tight bottom.  Her honey skin glowed in the moonlight.  When she slipped out of her dress my breathing went shallow.  And then she let out a blood curdling scream.  Shifting the first time is always painful, but is over quickly.  She fell to the floor, as she shifted, I shifted.  Her gold wolf scented us immediately upon turning. Tackling us to the ground, licking our muzzle and nipping at our ears playfully.  I loved her immediately but Xander loved her more.

That night she ran and we chased.  She was so quick, but would hold back just long enough for us to almost catch her before taking off again.  Eventually, we caught her, and when we did, she shifted back clutching to my fur, her wolf's glowing emerald eyes shifting back to Rose’s hazel eyes.  The outside was bright green, with shooting amber throughout, I could stare into her eyes forever.  We stayed that way for what felt like hours, while she cooed to my wolf, petting him, and caressing his fur.  When she finally backed away and nodded her head, she asked me to shift back.  I did as she asked, excited to hold her in my arms. When I shifted her eyes trailed my body up and down, the smell of her lust-filled the air.  The scent of her excitement had me rock hard instantly.  I was too anxious to make a move.  

She giggled as she moved closer to me, continuing to trail her eyes up and down my body. I watched as each breath and giggle made her pert breasts jiggle, when she finally reached me, I felt ready to explode.  She trailed her hand gently up my arm, and without thinking my wolf took over, grabbing her by the hips and locking lips with hers.  She moaned in pleasure as I sucked in her bottom lip and our tongues warred for dominance. Our breathing grew more rabid, as the tip of my c**k felt the juices from her core dripping.

 When she grabbed a fist full of my hair I took her, quickly moving in and out satiating her desire and my own. As I felt her core begin to tighten around my shaft, my canines elongated, a trailed her marking the spot as she wriggled in pleasure. As I felt my orgasm coming, we both sunk our teeth in, screaming each other’s names as we both rode out our orgasms together lapping up the euphoria from the solidification of unification of our souls.