Meeting With The Healer

The strong tasty aura hit him and flinched at the feeling that his mate was moving toward the pack building. Although he was standing in the middle of the hall inside the pack building, a bit far from her, he feared she would also smell him as far as he could. Why was she going into the pack building? The aura was getting stronger and stronger indicating she was getting closer and he had to quicken his conversation with the King. 

"Are you sure about this, Sage?" Alpha Cowell asked. His expression showed that he was bothered. 

"Yes, Alpha," Sage answered, his head bowed as always. 

"It's not as easy as you think." Alpha Cowell bellowed.

"I would love to know the feeling." He uttered, curving a deep smirk on his face. With his voice, Alpha Cowell could detect that he was anxious as well determined.

"I can't stop you, Sage but you have to think twice about it. Why don't you confirm it with her? She might have her reasons, whereas you don't know who she is yet, you are making rational decisions."

Sage bent his head in thought. The Alpha was right. Could he confront her? What if she was really serious? "I fear she might reject me the moment she sets her eyes on me." He relayed.

"I will request for her to present and question her. I will get the truth from her." Alpha Cowell convinced him but it seems Sage was determined.

The aura was becoming too deep for him and he had to be quick to leave the pack building if ever she was going there. "I don't want you to, Alpha. Everything might get complicated and I need to be careful. I'll let you know when I get back from the healer." With a swift, he bowed his head and scampered out with his inhuman speed. Obscuring far behind the trees surrounding the pack building, he waited for her.  

After a few minutes of waiting, Aurora finally came into view. As usual, Fennick was beside her, his hand over her shoulders while they laughed at each other's jokes. "She's a wolf fighter and tracker?" He asked himself, observing her outfit. She wore the pack fighters' uniform of black leather pants and jacket that brought out her thin curves, and black boot heels with her rank badge resting on her jacket pocket while her sword dangled on the waist belt she had on.

He gulped when his eyes met with her badge. It has three gold stars indicating she was the leader of the pack. "What the fuck?!" He implored aloud. "Leader of the pack fighters?!"

He was dumbfounded. Stunned. Astonished. Startled. Horrified. He felt horrible. "Leader of the pack fighters?" Of course, he knew her. Yes, he had heard from his father while he was away that a new leader for the pack fighters had been chosen after the last one fought with the Alpha and got banished from the Lock Hearts pack. His father surprised him when he told him she was a female and she was chosen because of her speed and a good tracker. He had applauded her a lot even when he hadn't seen her and hoped he would get to see her soon.

The leader of the wolf fighters was his mate. She was the mate he was trying to confirm why she'd made a terrible wish on her birthday. 

His knees went numb all of a sudden while his wolf howled, calling out to her at her aura. He was starting to drive insane and his wolf was starting to get unstable and weak with the distance they were keeping. 

The only thing he could do now was to meet with the healer. That was his last choice since he was starting to love her. He started to run but his legs weren't working so he had to shift.  

His wolf growled out and his howling echoed through the forest in anguish as he trotted his way down to the healer's cottage. 

Sage got to his location and shifted back ambling into the cottage. "I need Avatar." He mumbled when he sighted the healer, a young man in his late thirties. He was crouching on a sofa, his hands holding up the back of his neck while his eyes were closed looking like he was asleep. However, the healer wasn't and Sage knew it. "I also need clothes to change into." He asserted and moved toward the healer's room to check out what to wear. 

"Keep off from my wardrobe." The healer who was known as Gwen warned, calmly still laying on the sofa but his eyes were now opened.  

Sage didn't attempt to leave the room as he went on searching through Gwen's wardrobe. He whirled to put on a white shirt he got from the wardrobe when a waft waved it off from his hands. He popped out his eyes in outrage and walked hurriedly to meet Gwen.

"Get some clothes on, idiot!" Gwen snapped at him.

"You wouldn't allow me to wear yours," Sage complained.

"Now!" 

Sage made his way back to the room and when he was satisfied with what he wore, he walked back to Gwen and sat down tiredly on the sofa.

Gwen was already up from his seat and was preparing two cups of coffee. "Why do you need Avatar?" He questioned his gaze on the coffee machine.

"I found my mate." Sage let out, dryly.

The room went tranquil for a moment since Gwen was in deep thought. Sage has found his mate and he should have been excited but he was at his place requesting an Avatar. How weird it was. 

"The first thing you have to request from me after five years of leaving is an Avatar?" Gwen implored. He was done with making the coffee and he carried the two cups in both hands and sauntered back to the sofa. He gave one cup to Sage who muttered a thank you and gulped down the whole content. 

After he was sure enough to have swallowed the warm drink, he replied. "Learning psychology was the best and worst thing ever." He told Gwen, "I had a tough and favourable time."

"Nice," Gwen uttered.

"I found my mate but she didn't want me." He bellowed miserably and rested comfortably on the sofa, his arms spread on the headboard of the sofa. 

"You came back late yesterday. When did you find her and where did you find her?" Gwen questioned wanting to know more about the story of Sage finding his mate and Sage went on to explain the full event to him.

"Hmm, too bad," Gwen muttered.