chapter 2

Ethan's P.O.V

I don't have the habit of telling a random stranger that I'm a werewolf, but this woman wasn't random. Not at all, I could smell her as soon as she walked in. An intoxicating sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla,as soon as we made eye contact I knew. My wolf howled inside me and started chanting the words mate, mate, mate. When came to this bar to relax after a day of protecting a rich dickhead from the people he had screwed over, the last thing I expected was to meet my mate. I could tell by her smell that she isn't a werewolf, which gave me concerns, that means she couldn't understand what mate bond is although by her reaction I knew she could feel it, not only the way she looked at me but when I touched her, which was a little experiment and she reacted to our connection. I was intrigued by my little mate. She was nearly a foot shorter than me, her long hair tied up head and get beautiful brown eyes with a mix of golden honey. She had a short nose, a small mouth, and a gorgeous smile. The awful-looking clothes she was putting on did give me much of an idea of what her body looked like, but I knew she was perfectly fitted for me. Because she was made for me just like I was made for her.

Her reaction when she processed what I had told her was exactly what I had expected, surprise and then fear, it hurt me to know that someone that was this important to me was already scared of me, but I didn't want to beat around the bush. I wanted her to know exactly who she is dealing with so she could make an informed decision about our future if there was going to be one.

" Oh, that… not what I was expecting".

" Really, what were you expecting?"

" I honestly don't know". She huffed a little laugh and looked at me again calculating, I could see she was trying to decide how dangerous I could be. She has no idea, that I would never hurt her. I wouldn't hurt her because it goes against my nature.

" Dint worry, I will never hurt you"

" How do you know?"

"What?"

How do you know that you will never hurt me? Well, I wasn't expecting that.

"It's hard to explain, but the fact that you are gorgeous help".

I gave her my best smile hoping to put her at ease. Her face flush pink and she smiled at me, she was so adorable. I had this intense urge to yell " you are my mate" at her and take her to my hotel room, but I had a feeling that she won't appreciate it.

" You are not so bad yourself. Plus I'm a dog person".

I couldn't help but laugh at that and she laughed along with me. We sat together for a long while drinking and laughing. Not too long she picks her phone up to check the time and sighed.

" It getting late, I have to work in the morning, I need to head home".

"Can I take you? I just want to make sure you get home safely". And it was true, even though I couldn't explain it to her. I already have an intense feeling of protectiveness toward her, I needed to make sure she was safe. I followed her out of the door when she turned to look at me.

" I don't think that a great idea, Ethan".

" Why not?"

" We just aren't meant for each other".

I looked at her confused because she had no idea how great a pair we are, but I didn't want to tell her that just yet.

" Ethan I'm a witch". God damn it, that was the worst thing I was expecting to hear from her, it was well known throughout our history that werewolves and Witches do not match well. She must have seen my look of shock and confusion because she followed up on the revelation.

" But I'm a good witch". What the fuck was that suppose to be? She was able to see through my confusion again.

I don't practice my magic, sometimes I try using it to heal my patients, but I don't belong to a coven, I'm trying my best to leave like a normal person.

I couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing, I was glad she wasn't a typical witch but if she wants to be a normal person, how could she fit into my decidedly not-normal life? As I shook myself from my confused stupor, I realized she had started walking away. Any concerns about how this would work were thrown to the back of my mind as sheer terror took over me at the idea of losing her.

" Wait! Irene! wait, I caught up to her quickly. Shhasssuchch tiny legs, God she is so cute.

" I don't care that you are a witch, I can't explain everything right now but I just feel drawn to you. I want to see where this goes if you will give me a chance".

"Really?" She looked at me with wide, vulnerable eyes and I wanted to reassure her. I have to touch her, I can't help it. I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. I saw her pupil dilate and she smile at me, the spark that runs through my hand helped to soothe me, I had never experienced a mate bond before and it was much stronger than I had expected.

" Yes, love. Give me a chance". The endearment slipped before I could stop myself. It must not have freaked her out because her eyes softened and she gave me a small nod.

" I don't know how to do this. I don't even date normal guys let alone someone like you".

" How about dinner? Tomorrow night?"

"Let me guess, you eat your steak rear?" She laughs at her joke and it was the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen. My tiny little mate was going to have a big bad wolf wrapped around her finger in no time.

" Ok sure, dinner tomorrow night". She gave me her phone number and I walked her home. when we got to the door of her apartment building, she stopped.

" This is me".

" Goodnight Irene". I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her in a hug, she stiffen for a moment then wrapped her arms around my waist and relaxed into me. The way her body fit mine, her curves matching mine perfectly, it was more than anything I ever could have wanted. The spark between us flooded my sense making me feel tipsier than the whiskey I drank tonight ever would have.

" Goodnight Ethan". She said breathlessly, she turned to walk away only looking back as the door shut behind her. I waited a minute or two for what I knew I just didn't want to leave, as I turned towards the hotel I was both exhausted and exhilarated as I drifted off to sleep that night, Irene's face was the last image on my mind.