FROLICKING IN THE WOODS

Even after allowing Ophelia to stay in the pack house. Damon couldn’t help his suspicion. He kept a very close eye on Ophelia. Nothing seemed out of place only sometimes she talked to herself like she was having a conversation with someone in her mind. Maybe she was weird like that but as long as Noir was happy, he could put up with her and her weird behavior. She wasn’t bad at all. Many pack members were smitten by her.

You could see the proud smile on his face when someone complimented his mate. Something Damon knew would never happen to him. He couldn’t take back what he’d done. He’d have to live with it for the rest of his life even if it meant sacrificing his happiness for the safety and protection of his pack. He was willing to do it. Ophelia sincerely loved his pack so there wasn’t a problem at all.

Everything wasn’t making any sense. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t concentrate. He even tried the bore your eyes in the pages but that didn’t work out as well. Damon was disoriented, his mind was going at 100 miles an hour and it wasn’t because he was thinking of many things. He was thinking of just one thing, a person. His mate. His wolf was slowly going into recession. Damon could tell he was losing his mind.

At that point, they both needed their mate. More than air itself. Even just seeing her would be enough for his starving eyes. He slammed the pencil tangled between his fingers on the hard table of his office.

“Fuck”, he muttered to himself. He pulled the roots of his raven black hair and shut his eyes tight. This was a torture he couldn’t handle.

He jumped from his chair and left his office, walking head first towards the packed gate. Damon felt the cold air hit his muscles. It was getting colder already as winter was around the corner.

“Alpha”, the guards at the gate greeted, their heads bowed.

“Keep watch for the rogues around here, we can be on the siege at any time. Understood?”, Damon said.

“Understood, Alpha”, they said uniformly as they opened the gates.

Some part of Damon, well most parts of him was very anxious to see his mate. He didn’t even think she’d be there but somehow the way she sat there singing to herself the other day made him feel like she was kinda connected to the place.

He took off his clothes behind a nearby tree before shifting to his wolf and taking off. By the larger frame of his black wolf, Damon confirmed that he was getting stronger because winter was coming. During winter, his pack members got stronger and bigger it was like their time of the year. The Moon Goddess ordained it herself. Although some other packs used this advantage adversely, killing and attacking other packs at their times of weakness. It was just the way it was.

As Damon neared the pond he saw his gorgeous mate, he slowed down his paces in order not to startle her. When he arrived, he was welcomed by silence. An eerie silence.

Damon couldn’t help but feel disappointed, he got angry at himself for getting his hopes so high only to have them crushed into an abyss of despair. His wolf lost control and howled a howl of anguish.

He yearned for his mate, he yearned for the softness of her voice. The look of her fed his staring eyes, but all that would be impossible now, she is sent even here.

Damon tried sniffing the air for a trail of her scent but nothing, absolutely nothing.

He was about to leave when he saw a white wolf approaching from the south side. His snout was filled with an overpowering scent. Damon’s mare had arrived. It was like the Moon Goddess took pity on him and sent his Angel to save him. His black wolf stares intensely at the wolf as she approached the pond.

Venus stared at the cluster of trees that concealed the wolf of her mare intensely. She knew he was there. She felt it. His scent hung in the air like a large cloud. It could be evaded. She waited for him to reveal himself. To come to her.

After five minutes of staring, Venus was on the verge of losing hope. Her heart was broken. Once again, her heart was broken. He had rejected her, again.

She turned around and took off in the other direction. His point was made. He didn’t want her. Surprisingly as she ran, she heard an extra set of paws burning behind her but she didn’t stop. Venus kept running until she was forced to halt as a black wolf emerged in front of her.

Her mate’s wolf stood a few inches taller than her own staring down at her with something in its eyes. Admiration? Was it?

When Damon’s wolf saw his mate take off like that, it couldn’t control itself anymore. He had to go after her, no matter how hard Damon protested. It was like his wolf had a mind of itself. It couldn’t bear to see his mare look so dejected and hurt. It was torture. He had to console her, so he ran after her until he finally caught up.

Standing before him, hurt but still proud, his mate’s white wolf held his stare. She was beautiful. Her white fur was thick and full. The glorious wolf she was.

Venus watched as he lowered his head and buried it inside the fur of her neck smelling her. It rose its head and walked around her, accessing her. All she did was stand there and look.

After his little show, he brought his snout to hers and licked her face before nudging her slightly with his snout. It was a playful gesture. She didn’t react immediately so he nudged her once again. Understanding what he meant, she took off with Damon right on her heels.

She loved the thrill of the chase, the thrill of having her mare run after her in a playful abandon. Damon loved running after her, and seeing her try to escape him increased his desire to run after her.

After running and playing for a while. Damon and Venus’ wolf settled above a cliff together. None of them had to say anything, not as they could so they enjoyed each other’s company. The connection was far too great to ignore. It was always like that with you mate. The love completely embodies you.

It was already getting dark which meant Damon had to get back to his pack even if he wanted to stay right there and only be with his mate. But for now, he’d enjoyed enough of her company. With one last nuzzle of his head on her neck, he strutted away.