Meeting my true mate

I met my true mate today. Not for the first time, but it was the first time the bond had appeared. I had always been strangely intrigued by her, but let it go as curiosity because of her mysterious air. I was caught completely off guard when I first heard her thoughts. She was in danger, serious danger. I heard her cry out for help in my mind. I started running, without regard to where I was or what I was doing. All that my wolf could think was that we had to get to her, had to save her. I ran for what seemed like forever and finally I broke into a clearing. There, tied to a post, my mate stood. Tears streemed down her face, making the bruises that mated her cheeks shine. I felt the blood rush in my veins begin to heat. My heart sped up and my eyes, I know, where glowing as rage poured through me, fueled by my wolfs need to protect my mate. Her clothes were torn, disheveled rages. Her hair was covered in dirt as if she had been dragged on the ground. She made no sound out loud as her tears continued to flow, but her mind was a turbulent storm of fear, anger, betrayal. She turned and looked straight at me. My breath caught as glowing assure eyes locked into mine. It was an instinct to reach out to her.”I’m here, Rachel,” I reassured her. “All will be well.” Her eyes widened, the only indication that she’d heard and recognised me. Then they closed. Tears clear as diamonds and numerous as raindrops from a summer storm covered her fear filled face once again. The crackle and flash of orange flame finally shook me from my shock and I realised there where men and women all around. Several were lighting wood and hay they had stacked under her, my mate. They where going to burn her alive. Any control I had snapped, the pull of the horror I was witnessing being the final tug. I lost it. For the first time in my 200 years I lost control of my wolf. My phase was instantaneous. I lunges forward, taking down any who dared to block my path. I made no distinction between male or female. As far as my wolf was condemned they were all guilty and would suffer the rathe of an alpha. Screams filled the air as one by one I destroyed those who hadn’t run in fear, but instead thought they had a change against me. I got to Rachel just before the fire got to her bare feet. Mercifully she passed out just as I phased back into my human form. I untied her as quickly as I could, pulling her away from the flames that seemed to come alive, reaching with arms, seeking out there pray. I carried her, never looking back. I took her to the pack village, to my home which would now be hers.