Chapter 1: Their mate

Rylan's POV

“Hey Rylan, do you really think we’ll find her this year? We’ve been at it for almost 20 years already.” Rohan asks me through our shared mindlink as we run north in the late spring forest.

“I do. Can’t you feel it too? The buzzing in your bones telling you we’re getting closer.” I ask, knowing he should feel it too.

“I don’t know, I’ve thought I felt it many times these last few years but I was always wrong so I don’t really trust that feeling anymore. Maybe the Oracle was wrong and our mate isn’t in the Human Realm after all.” He says with a tone that hints on his wearing patience.

“You know she’s never been wrong even once in the six centuries she’s been alive, we can’t give up now. Come on, let’s rest once we pass the border to Montana.” I say, trying to keep us both motivated.

We continue running stuck in our own thoughts for well over two hours before we finally cross the state line. Almost immediately we both stop in our tracks as if we’ve run into a wall. My wolf, Dion, is going out of his mind feeling our mate close by. He’s tearing through the control I have on our body, trying to take us to her so we can finally claim her as ours.

As I’m fighting for control I can feel how Rohan is having the same problem, his wolf Hyde at the surface clawing to get through. Rohan, wanting the same thing as his wolf, follows his instinct almost immediately and shoots away like a bullet to the northeast. I quickly catch up and run next to my brother as we listen to our wolves guiding us to our mate’s location. 

The buzzing in my body is telling me how close we are and I push myself to run even faster, running head to head with Rohan.

Suddenly I feel a force knock into me from my right and the impact makes me tumble around a few times. As soon as I find steady ground I bring my jaws around the hind leg of the rogue that has his canines buried in my flank. I rip him away from me, crushing his leg until I can feel his bones shatter in my mouth. Spitting him out I jump for his throat, tearing out his jugular in one swift motion. 

Another two rogues reach me just as I kill off their companion but now being prepared I kill them off without another scratch on myself. The first one dives in head first making it easy for me to dodge underneath him and use my claws to slice up his belly. The second one doesn’t have time to change course when I come barrelling towards him, biting down on his neck while I twist it hard enough to almost sever his head completely from his body.

Looking up I find my brother with an additional four rogues dead at his paws, completely unscathed save for a nasty scratch on his chest. 

“Dirty rogues using sneak attacks. I wish I could bring them back so I could kill them again.” Rohan snarls and I’d have to agree, the cowards attacked when we were fully focused on tracking our mate.

“Glad to know they’re gone though, they were too close to our mate.” I comment, gaining a sound of agreement from him as we start running again.

We only need to run for about ten minutes before we come to stop at the edge of the trees where a small garden replaces it, with eight feet high wooden fences surrounding it on both sides that connect to the neighbors next door. Then right in front of us across the well trimmed lawn is an average sized one floor house. The back door is ajar and the smell of food comes from inside, mixed with the scent of our mate. Our mate smells like roses and chocolate, the scent making me gulp to stop myself from drooling.

A soft humming can be heard vaguely from inside, slowly but surely growing closer.

The world seems to freeze for a second as I lay my eyes on her. Her 5’7 frame appears from the doorway carrying a laundry basket full of clothes and she ends up using her voluptuous hips to open the door wider for her to pass through. Her chocolate brown hair is tumbling down in loose, wild curls to the end of her back where her perfectly round ass takes over. The green in her hazel eyes seem to sparkle as she’s humming some song happily to herself. 

She casually makes her way through the yard to start hanging her clothes on two clothing lines hung up between the wooden fences. Reaching down she pulls up a light pink sweatshirt and has to stand on her tiptoes to reach high enough to hang it on the line. While doing so her white t-shirt slides up a little, just enough to show a teasing amount of the smooth, somewhat tan skin on her stomach. Her waist is slim in comparison to her breasts, straining against the shirt to be set free. I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me.

“Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily.

“Our queen.” I agree.