Her Forgotten Mate

The Moirai Wolf Pack was home now. It was a strange name for a wolf pack. But, Elizabeth shrugged, it hadn't really mattered all that much.They were looking for a healer for their pack, and they'd been willing to take her in. Elizabeth had walked to the pack, following a scent that was d*mn near impossible to miss. The wolves left scent markings all around their territories; no one could say they trespassed accidentally.She'd been invited, though. The wolves that were patrolling their territory already had her scent, since she'd sent a few of her clothes with her scent on them ahead of her coming here.She'd walked the small journey through the woods. Run it, actually. It had felt good to run again, for the first time in so long.Finishing her schooling in the city had been tiring, but she'd made it through. She'd also not killed any humans while among them, so that was doubly good. But she was more than ready to be back with the wolves again. Even if they weren't her birth pac

Elizabeth had woken up sore, but well rested. Her room had been made to her perfect living conditions, and after a healthy breakfast of fish, eggs and bagels. With lots of coffee on the side, she packed a hearty lunch, and was armed for another day.She had only ended up using two of her five rooms at the Healer's Rooms yesterday, so she actually had less chore work this morning. She only had to clean those two rooms, replace their linen and get them fresh and ready for the day.However, since she hadn't managed to clean her own healer room, which worked as her personal office and break room all in one, she would clean that today and sort through whatever she could find there.It wasn't any less than yesterday, and she expected she would be just as exhausted, but she was excited. She could tell she was making progress. Tomorrow, she would be done with everything, and the Healer's rooms would operate flowingly and efficiently.If she got done with all her work today, Elizabeth remin

Elizabeth watched over the wolf, Firian, the entire night. Or the rest of it, at least. It had been two in the morning when they'd brought him in. She'd gone to bed before seven last night, so she'd had plenty of rest to see her through the rest of the night.James had sent the other wolves out. The one that had brought the wolf in had to be ordered out, though. But the Alpha himself had stayed till the sun rose, helping her when he could. They hadn't spoken. Elizabeth was aware that he was the Alpha, now, so she had to be more careful around him.Besides, they had a wolf to care for. A dying one, by the look of it. Elizabeth had tried to care for him as best as she could, but before James left she had to tell him the truth of what she felt. He wouldn't survive.James had simply asked her to do her best and make Firian as comfortable as she could.Elizabeth had applied willow tree bark over his wounds. They would take away almost all of the pain, and it would stop his body from goi

James kissed her, his lips pressed against hers roughly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. He wanted to feel every curve of her body, every part of her pressed against him that he could get. And everything flooded back to him all at once. His dreams, her scent, her taste. Their memories. Their life together.He had been in the woods, bleeding and broken. He'd fought another Alpha, and he'd won. But his injuries were terrible. Without a healer, he wouldn't survive. He'd blacked out, sure he was going to die. Alone and away from everyone. No one would even know what happened to him. He wouldn't even be buried like a wolf.And then by some miracle, an Angel was sent to him. She carried him with a wolf's strength to her home. She cared for him. She loved him.And he'd loved her. Loved her so much he'd asked her to marry him, sure he'd found his soul's mate.Her scent had intoxicated him, her voice had both calmed him and excited him. Her words were wisdom itsel

Elizabeth needed to speak to James. He had left before she could say anything else, and she hadn't seen him for three days at all. She needed to speak to him, to clear things up, to understand what was happening.Her heart pounded every time she heard a knock on her door, every time she left her house, every time she had a patient at the clinic.Each time, thinking it was him. Or hoping.She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, no matter what she did. Bass's treatment of her had been long forgotten, completely overshadowed by his Alpha. And no matter how much she had cleaned her room, all she could smell was the Alpha.Elizabeth thought she was going insane, since she could smell him at the clinic too. And the last time he had been there had been with her, when she still hadn't known who he was. Yet she could smell him as clearly as if he had just been there.And through all of what she felt, was an intense, overarching guilt. She was supposed to be waiting for Phillip, she was