Mater X Holley Novels & Stories

“It has been fully restored. Get in.” She moved around him and entered on the driver’s side before sliding over the white leather bench seat to the passenger side. He climbed in, closed the door and started the engine. It roared to life with a low-pitched purr. He revved the engine. “She has some kick.” “You bet your sweet ass she does,” Myrna said. “V-8 engine?” “Yeah. A 312 with dual Holley carburetors.”

Ella whimpered. "Mate." My chest tightened. That wasn’t Damien’s scent. This was someone else. Someone new. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I only had one mate. Damien. Right? I sniffed the air again. And then I saw him. A massive white wolf emerged from the shadows, his fur glowing under the moonlight. His eyes flickered, shifting between two colors—one a deep, piercing silver and the other pure gold. He was coming towards me. Slowly. Deliberately. His powerful presence overwhelmed me. My body felt weak, my heart hammering inside my chest. I tried to think, tried to understand what was happening. But before I could— My legs collapsed. Darkness swallowed me whole.

‘Mate is in the class! What? In my Literature class? How? My mate was not in Wolfebrooke Crest! I was absolutely sure of that. I pushed the classroom door open with way too much force. The second I stepped inside, the thick smell hit me hard. It was overwhelming…the scent of sweet cherries and warm vanilla. I looked around the now silent room, my eyes locking on the owner of the smell. The girl had long, frizzy curls. ‘MATE!’ Dax screamed. What the hell? I glared at her, my heart beating fast. It was the new human girl.