Claiming Her Birth Right

Mate Encounter

Myah woke up and got ready to look for a job. She decided she would go back to the grocery store she had shopped at the day before. She didn't know the area, and the store was within walking distance. She needed to find a job quickly because she no longer had money and would need food soon. 

****Myah's POV***

 I am walking down the road, and this beautiful man steps in front of me. Every nerve in my body goes haywire. He's  6'3, very muscular, dark brown hair and skin.  He has on a sleeveless shirt that shows his arms off, and the sun is shining on them like it worships every inch of him.  He begins to walk towards me, and I hold my breath because I feel like he is staring right at me. He smiles as if he has known me for years. I look around to make sure I'm not standing in someone's way, but I'm the only one there.  I don't know this man, but he's looking like he knows me. He also seems to smell the air, and it's oddly attractive.  He walks up to me and says, "MATE"! 

"Excuse me?" I say

"I have found you mate!" As he says this, he begins to lean in and embrace me.  As he leans in, I close my eyes. I smell the cinnamon and pine cone smell from the day before. It's so alluring. I want to fall into his arms. He has me mixed up with someone else because I don't know him. He keeps getting closer and closer. I freaked out, and I punched him right in his nose. 

"What the hell is going on? I don't know you!" I scream. I was running as fast as I can.  I have all kinds of weird emotions running through me, scared, happy, lust. The most confusing being lust and happiness.  I don't know him why is my body betraying me. What is a mate? I turn around, and he's standing there holding a bleeding nose but still has a smile on his face. I made the right decision; this man may be beautiful, but he's also crazy. 

**** Lawrence's POV****

I woke up this morning early. I couldn't sleep because my mate was on my mind. I wanted to put a face with the intoxicating aroma.  Loki whimpered all night because we didn't find her. I drove around for about an hour.  I realized the best place to start was the grocery store I was at the day before.  So that is where I went. I had walked around for almost two hours.  I headed back to my car when the wind blew the most enticing smell my way, Shea and  Vanilla. It's her.  Loki was going crazy. MATE! MATE! MATE! She had to be near.  

Then I saw her. 

Coming down the street was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. She was a petite 5'4. She had light brown skin the color of butterscotch; my mouth began to water just looking at her.  Her eyes were an amber color, and her hair was long and curly.  She was wearing skinny jeans and a simple black t-shirt. However simple the t-shirt, it molded to her body in perfection.  I began walking to her, and I said MATE, knowing that she must feel the pull as well too.  I only wanted to hug her, to touch her. 

Then she punched me and ran.  She may have run off, but I could smell the excitement in the air. She was happy to see me. I let her run. I didn't run after her. I didn't want to frighten her anymore than I already have. I walked slowly out of her line of sight to see where she was going. 

As I was walking, Loki was whimpering. "Mate Ran, something wrong with mates wolf. She is sleeping." 

I watched my mate run into a deplorable apartment building.  Don't worry, mate. You won't be there much longer, I thought to myself. 

 Finally, acknowledging Loki," what do you mean her wolf was sleeping?"  I asked. 

She's not awake yet, and her wolf is present but not active. Loki whimpered.

 I have heard of this before, and my heart aches for my mate. A sleeping wolf is only known to happen when a person is unaware they are a werewolf.  Most werewolves connect with their wolves on their first shift at 16.  Some wolves will go into a deep slumber if they feel like it would do more harm than good to come forward.  This usually only happens with hybrids, a person who has one werewolf parent and one human parent. When this happens, the wolf usually dies, and the person is left with no connection to their werewolf bloodline. 

What has happened to my mate?  Where is she from? Where are her parents?

I get my car and find a place to watch her building overnight. I will call my father to fill him in and get advice on what to do. I will not leave without my mate.