Scent

BETA MAX POV:

As soon as I left Tara's niece, I ran striaght to Wyatt, my best friend and Alpha of the Demoncrest pack. He was in his office on the 8th floor. I swung the door open, and Wyatt stood up and growled.

"Whoa whoa there, big guy. It's just me!" I chuckled. He was always ready to rip someones head off. Poor guy has been serching for his mate for 6 years. Normally, we meet our mates at 18, when we first get our wolf. But Wyatt has not met her yet. But when I met Tara's niece, she seemed weird. Something about her scent made me think of Wyatt.

"Jesus fucking christ, Max! You can't just barge in like a fucking maniac. I was going to rip your head off." Wyatt said as he sat back down at his desk. I knew he was stressed out, with all the paper work, and rouge attacks that have hit too close to our territory. 

Wyatt lifted his head and looked at me. "Well? What's up? You obviously need something. So stop staring at me like an idiot and spit it out." I didn't realize I was staring at him til he said that. I was jsut really hoping this was it. I knew he needed his mate. Someone to tame his beast he called a wolf.

"Oh, right. Dude smell my hand!" I ran over to him and tried sticking my hand in his face. He quickly slapped it away. "Ew dude no! What the fuck is wrong with you! I haven't fell for that since 3rd grade!" He chuckled. I smiled remembering the time I pranked him with that. I'm not going into details about that, though. I still have nightmares of the ass-kicking I recieved that day.

"No, dude forreal. This isn't a prank. I just want to see something." I said. He cocked his eyebrow at me and shrugged. I put my hand up to his face for him to sniff it. Once he did, his eyes grew wide. He grabbed my hand and pulled it closer.

"What.... whats that amazing smell?" He asked. I see his eyes swirling with black, letting me know that Jax, his wolf, was trying to come out.

I smiled at him an laughed. "I fucking knew it." Wyatts' eyes turned back to his normal color before he looked at me. "What do you mean you knew it? Man. Jax is going fucking crazy right now." I pulled my hand away and crossed my arms. "It's your mate, dude. She's here."

Wyatt looked at me like I was crazy. "What do you mean my mate? I've been to almost every pack in the country looking for her, there's no way." He stood up and ran his hand through his hair. I could see excitment in his face. 

"Come with me, Wyatt." I said. "Where are we going?" He questioned. I turned and looked at him. I smirked at him. "4th floor." I replied, walking out of his office door and heading towards the stairs. 

"The Gamma floor? Why there?" He again questioned. I started getting a little annoyed at his questions, but I knew him and Jax were just extremley excited. "Because dude." I started. 

"She's on that floor with Tara. It's Taras' niece." Before I could even get down the first step, Wyatt flew past me down the stairs.

I smirked, knowing my best friend has finally found who he has been looking for all these years.