Destined Mate

Craig’s P.O.V

“You’re a healer.”

My eyes trained on the lady staring at me. Her eyes shone light blue, something similar to mine but different. I have read about the Sliver blood pack, but I didn’t read anything about them being a healer, but again, the things I had read about the pack was limited because I had thought them to be extinct.

She moved backward and unconsciously sat on the floor, her gaze so focused on her hand. “Ho… How?” She spluttered in confusion.

I sat up, wishing I have some of the collection of books that sat in my library back at home here with me. It would be a good time to research if this power was associated with the Sliver Blood pack or it was something unique to her.

Firstly, it was rare to see a healer and any pack would do anything to have a healer in their midst.

I held her hand before she could protest, “What did you do?”

Her gaze moved to her hand and back to my healed arm. She opened her mouth and closed it back, saying nothing.

I picked up the small knife and cut my arm again, I hissed at the pain. That action seemed to jeer her off her surprise as she glared at me, “What do you think you are doing?”

I pulled her hand over my now injured hand, “Heal me.”

She stared at me as if I was crazy, and maybe I was, but we needed to know exactly how she had healed me just now. She placed her hand on mine, her eyes wide, and we both waited for something to happen.

We waited for a sign that I was going to be healed soon, but nothing happened.

After few minutes of waiting, my injured hand stung. I pulled away from her.

She remained seated on the floor, starring at her hand. “Something is wrong. I swear it healed just now. So… how…” She forced my hand again, making me wince, as she placed her hand again, but just like earlier, nothing happened.

I sighed, “I think there’s something you did that we aren’t aware of. We will work on that, but first let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

She nodded, but her gaze never left her hand.

I sighed and picked up the snake. After living in the wood after running from home, I had become accustomed to doing things faster without help. I could tell that she was in more shock than I am, so I didn’t bother asking her for help.

I gut the snake with a bigger knife I had in my bag, placing the firewood in a proper place, I brought out matches and fill the stick with light. The hotness of the fire made the wood a bit warm. I placed the snakes on it and sat beside her.

“You don’t need to think it too much, I am sure we will end up getting how you did it.”

Finally, she pulled herself from her thoughts, and looked up. She rubbed her arm, “It’s just that I felt useful since this I got his mark.” Her hand moved towards the mark, “I’m starting to believe I was as cursed as my pack had claimed. I can’t summon my wolf, and just then when we were attacked, I couldn’t do anything. If it wasn’t for you, I’m sure I won’t be here now.”

I picked a stick on the floor, turning the snake I was roasting, “Don’t think that way. You might not know but you were of help then. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know that guy planned to attack me from behind.”

She sneered, “Are you trying to butter me up? You handled them all by yourself. I’m amazed by your skill.”

I shrugged. It was what happened when one have been receiving training from as young as they could remember, coupled with learning survival skills in the wood.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of my cooking, as I pulled a small part out and cut part of it for her. She held it first staring at me like a child asking her mother for permission. Unlike how a good mother does, I ignored her and tossed a small part of the meat in my mouth, I savor the good taste. It’s been a while, I had something delicious. I don’t attack unless I was being attacked.

Soon, I heard the chewing of something beside me. I turned to see her eating her portion. She had this amuse look on her face that I couldn’t help but be amaze by her, and that was when I smelt it first: a strange sweet scent coming from her. I know it wasn’t coming from the meal we are currently devouring. It was a peculiar scent; one I had read could only be perceived from one’s mate.

I stopped eating and gave her my full attention.

It couldn’t be.

There was no way this wolf-less she wolf would be my mate.

She paused and stared at me back, “Is something wrong?”

Slowly, I shook my head, “No. Why did you ask?”

She pointed at my face, “You have a strange look on your face. It’s very different from the amuse look you always carry around.”

I schooled my features and continued my meal. I needed to confirm if she truly was my mate or I was just imagining that particular scent off her. I had never smelled something like that before. “Did you say you were mated?”

She lowered her hand and bowed her head, slowly, “I was supposed to be mated, but this mark spoiled every chance I got.”

That didn’t convince him, “And you’re sure he was your mate.”

Her eyes grew wide in confusion, but she nodded “Yeah. I was told so.”

I nodded. She had been misled by those she called family.

If there was something sure, this lady sitting before him was his mate.