Becca
My heartbeat pounds in my ears like a drum as I turn away. Shaky breaths leave Bliss’ jaw as she sits back on her hind legs. Is Jason as excited as I am? Is he trembling like a leaf as I am?
Anticipation is killing me as I wait for him to shift. The moon is so bright tonight that my eyes burn after staring at it for too long, leaving a crescent shape in my vision when I close my eyes.
Finally, a snout nudges my side, and I brace my muscles to keep me straight as I turn. Makya's dark blue eyes shine like crystals in the dark, and his fur is onyx-black, barely reflecting the moonlight.
‘Bliss?’ I ask, admiring how magnificent he is. His chest puffed out, his ears listening intently; he is a predator. Even without moving an inch, I can see how his muscles are built to hunt, to run, to fight.
Bliss steps closer, scenting him. His scent of pine tree and rosehip. ‘Not mates,’ she sighs sadly. ‘He is so gorgeous, though.’
I exhale a sigh of relief. I won’t be rejected tonight. Yet, a sharp pain echoes through my heart that is still aching for a mate.
Our wolves smell and pet each other, lovingly caressing the other’s fur and rubbing on each other. Bliss bites his ear playfully, and he crouches back into a play stance.
Dirt and weed splutter behind our paws as Bliss lunges forward into a sprint, with Makya on our tail.
‘You don’t even know where you’re going,’ he links me, and I laugh back.
‘True, true, but I’m too excited to care,’ I reply and keep running.
He catches up easily and directs me to the left, jumping over logs and rocks on the way.
The forest is dense, and Jason was correct; I can’t detect any human scents. The area is so vast if anybody wants to hunt, they’ll have to cover miles from the road to see animals.
Bliss’s lungs burn from exhaustion shortly, and regret claws at my heart. I should’ve let her out more. I should’ve found a way for her to reach her full potential.
‘There’s a stream nearby if you want to drink and rest,’ Jason mind-links me when he realizes we slowed down.
‘That sounds nice,’ I reply, and we jog the rest of the way.
He doesn’t complain about the slow pace or the short run, even though I know he would like to go for more. I wonder how his wolf feels.
The recent heatwave has left its mark on nature, including this forest. The flowing water is slow and far from filling out the trench. We carefully navigate the smooth, planed rocks that the water has been carving for years. As I gaze upon the scene, I make a mental note to return in springtime after the run-off season from the snowy mountains above and the area blooms.
The damp grass alongside the brook is precisely what our overheated bodies need. I envision his pack gathering around here, lying on both sides of the stream under the moon.
What would I give to have that kind of life again? To live in a pack amongst werewolves. Memories from my childhood feel like from a different life. When we were happy and free but most importantly carefree. Since then, each time I do anything, I contemplate if any hunters would catch on it.
The sky is free from clouds, and the crescent moon brightens the area. With the stream’s flowing sound, I can’t imagine a more peaceful moment. It is perfect. Except it is not entirely as I dreamed of.
‘We are not mates,’ I link Jason, and even though I tried to keep the sadness out of my tone, it’s etched in it unmistakably.
‘No, we are not,’ he replies, and I instantly know he isn’t sad about it. Is it because he never wanted a mate? For some reason, I feel in my gut that it is because he wouldn’t want me as a mate. I keep my tears at bay and focus on the good side of things.
For one, the mate bond doesn’t force us into something we don’t want.
Two: I can keep searching for others. I was able to find him, and I’ll be able to find others, too. This has to mean there are others out there.
Three: I have never had a werewolf friend. Someone I can discuss our real life, our real troubles with. Finally, I have a chance for that.
The fact that we are not mates is secondary right now. What’s important is that after so long, I found another werewolf in this world, and I can finally have a friend who will understand me and all of me. No secrets, no hiding.
‘It’s so great,’ I rest my snout on his leg and gaze at him.
‘It is. Thanks for finding me. My wolf hasn’t been this calm in years. Now I understand what we were missing,’ he replies, and his vulnerability floors me.
He doesn’t have his cocky attitude, and he doesn’t want anything else from me. This moment, this night, is what he wanted, and it makes him happy.
‘I agree. We needed this. I’ll visit as often as I can, and I hope you can visit us with your mom.’ I nudge him, and I swear I feel longing and sadness coming from him, though he doesn’t say anything.
We cannot let this night be a one-time thing. We both need it, but according to Jason, his wolf needs it the most.
We rest for a while in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment. The forest around us awakens, and I smile when I see a squirrel running down a tree. ‘Hey, when was the last time you hunted?’
‘What?’ he asks, surprised.
‘There’s a squirrel over there, and I’m hungry,’ I reply cheekily, creeping slowly towards it.
‘Oh yeah?’ his ears perk up, and the hunt is on.
Our wolves work together perfectly as Makya chases the prey into the Bliss’s jaw. The instantaneous of their natural bond and trust toward each other must be the beginning of a friendship.
We race back to his car with a full belly, realizing the sun is already peeking behind the mountains. This night was over too quickly.
This was the best night for a long time, and I only hope Jason had the same feeling.
Becca Completely exhausted, I fell asleep during the drive to Jason’s home, even with the warming morning sun burning through the window. “Becca,” he nudges my shoulder carefully, and when my head falls to the side, he catches it with his hand. Warmth spreads as he caresses under my eye with his thumb. “Becca?” he asks again. My eyes open slower than I’d like, and my moves are sleepy as I wake. “Hey,” sea-blue eyes greet me, and I swear the white freckles shine like diamonds. “Hey,” I croak and blink before I do something reckless and reach out to pull him closer. He lays back in his chair, dropping his hand from my face, when I lift my head. I yawn, looking around, dazed. Numbness paralyzes my right arm because I kept it at the wrong angle during my nap. Willing the sleepiness away, I scrape my eyes. I sigh nervously as I get out of the car and approach their home. It is the last house on the street, with a forest behind their backyard and crop fields on the side. I stand next
Becca “Smoke is coming from the stage,” a frightened voice bellows in my earpiece, and I immediately reach for the end of the console to turn it off. “Shut down everything,” I reply, jumping from my small stage to run towards the stage. “Get everyone off the stage. The main distributor is next to entrance B2,” I instruct my team and look towards that on the way. Two of my assistants rush to the door to find the main fuse and switch off the electricity in the whole arena. Someone shrieks as the arena darkens. The exit signs are the only lights, and we all turn on the flashlight on our phones to navigate in the dark. I can already smell the scent of overheated equipment and mutter a curse, hoping it won’t burst into flames. “Everyone, find an exit and leave,” I yell, my voice echoing through the empty walls. If an amplifier or a speaker catches on fire, it can start a chain of reaction, and the sound system can be damaged or burned down in a matter of minutes. I pick up my speed. N
Jason The ground slips away beneath me as I jump over a stream. My leap is high and swift. Makya is stronger than he has ever been. My paws sink into the moist ground as I land on the other side of the stream, but I waste no time in pushing forward. The night is warm without any breeze. Fall can’t come soon enough to fill nature with fresh water. Makya has changed a lot ever since meeting Becca. His anger wormed into agitation and determination. We still shift and run each day, though not to burn off the anger but to build strength and agility. ‘We need to protect our mate,’ Makya explains to me, just like he does every day. ‘What mate?’ I ask. He confirmed that Becca isn’t our destined mate, so his reasoning confuses me. ‘We know there are other survivors. We will have a mate. Now focus,’ he orders as he stops. Soil and grass fill the space between the toes on Makya's paws as we slide to a stop. ‘What can you smell?’ he asks, and I inhale. As it turns out, we train not only our
Becca The comfort and ease of being home after a long tour are always so soothing. I’m on the road so much that I don’t rent an apartment. I spend most of the in-between time with my parents anyway. The kitchen is filled with the scents of my favorite foods, and falling back into the routine of living on a farm is like second nature to me. Despite having a lot to do before winter arrives, our years of experience make us efficient. The old log house, the garden, and the few animals around it are the places of most of my happy memories. After the years of the slaughter of our pack, we learned to grow our food and provide for ourselves. Dad started working as a delivery man, even though he had to be careful not to lift too heavy boxes and crates, while Mom worked in the local school. With three children, they’ve never been able to save enough money for college for all of us, but they supported us the best they could. Luckily, as werewolves, we don’t weaken much with age. My parents
Becca I spent the last two weeks learning everything there is to know about how most packs operate and what differences they have. There are a lot. I found only two more packs where the reports mention any kind of protection spells, so there is hope for more of us. Even though the file my Mum showed me is the only report on the Crystal Ice Pack, the photos and drawings are wholly burned in my memory, I spent so many times watching them. The images of the Alpha family with Alpha Jack, Luna Astrid, the young Annalise, and two younger boys, Blake and Benjamin, are engraved in my heart- their smiles, their hopes, the mouth of the cave behind them. And the next photo, with all the members standing next to one another, shows a pack I’ve had once and dreamed about since. They are one big family. My heart stutters as I close the folder again and put it on the shelf. I’m ready. Ready to find them, to meet them, to be part of the Crystal Ice Pack. The realization chills me with both fear a
Becca With my bags lined up by the wall, we sit in the kitchen again. Jason’s tense shoulders tell me everything. “To be honest, I thought I’d never see you again. The way your texts got so vague since you arrived home made me feel like you moved on to something else,” he says while I drink some juice to quench my parched throat. “I kind of felt the same from your side,” I reply, but add quickly: “I’ve been researching things I couldn’t share with you over the phone.” “I assume that research led you somewhere because you are here with all this camping stuff,” he looks at my giant backpack with narrowed eyes, which has several things hanging from hooks and nooks. “Yeah,” I laugh at the face he makes. “I’m not really the over-shopping type, but I couldn’t stop myself this time. Even though I’m a werewolf, we slept in tents on floatable mattresses during camping trips and mostly cooked our food. I don’t plan on living solely on raw meat while we travel. Do you?” “Urgh, no,” he repli
Becca I found a comfortable Inn in the neighboring town, despite Jason’s mom insisting I take Jason’s room, and soon fell into my new daily pattern in my new jobs. I get up early every day to start my day with Jason as his apprentice, then work in a Diner, and then back to Jason again. Even though my days are long and exhausting, I eagerly anticipate our nightly runs. This is unequivocally the best part of being here. The forest becomes familiar as Makya shows Bliss interesting places and teaches her everything she doesn’t know. Our wolves are so fond of each other, and their relationship grows even stronger with every passing night. The way Bliss follows him without question shows how she trusts Makya with her life and looks up to him for guidance. These weeks have been crucial in allowing us to get to know each other before facing those challenges leading to the Crystal Ice Pack. The first project was a massive office building. We painted the interior for five weeks. Despite wor
BeccaWith the map in one hand and my water bottle in the other, we tread through the forest, sweat rolling down my back. The air is so thick that there isn’t even a slight breeze. Despite the afternoon sun barely getting through the canopy of trees, I’m burning hot, with my hair stuck to my sweaty neck; the tickling annoys the hell out of me.According to my research, we are already on the Greyback Pack's territory, but there's no sign of werewolves or even humans in the area. With each step, the lump in my throat grows bigger, and my heart is heavy, already knowing we won't find anything.Jason’s steps are heavy beside me. He is losing hope, just like me, but still going on until it’s proven otherwise.We spent two days in the nearest town sniffing around literally and figuratively, asking around the locals for the nearby farms and forest trails. Even though we corrected them each time, the locals seemed to think we were a young couple. I have a feeling we should play into that the