His runaway mate

Katy

The pain was slowly starting to fade and all I could think is that I had to move my toes. Silly I know, but I saw this one movie where this woman woke up after being in a coma for a year, she could move her upper body but nothing else from the waist down. It took her hours of concentration to be able to move her big toe. I needed to be able to run if I didn’t get the right answers to all the questions running through my mind. I have no idea how long I’ve been unconscious, but it felt like years in hell to me.

I was relieved when I could move my toes without a struggle. Next I tried moving my arms but my right arm was being held down. I started feeling tingles running up my arm and found it strangely comforting. I already know what I am, what he has changed me into. The presence in my head makes it clear that I am no longer human. In most of the books that I read, the woman freaks out about becoming a beast. Not believing that the impossible can happen to them. They would try to rationalize what they have seen and refuse to listen to the voice inside their head. I might have believed that werewolves were a fairy tale, but now there is no denying that they are very much real.

Knowing that Jackson is the wolf that has been chasing me in my dreams, the tingles running up  my arm from his touch and what I assume is my wolf rubbing herself against the wall of my mind as if trying to get closer to Jackson, I know that he is my mate. His smell surrounds me and I want to breathe it in, make it a part of me. I have been attracted to Jackson from the moment I laid eyes on him, I just never imagined that it would be because I am his destined mate. Or I assume this is what it is. I know not all stories about them are true, but some of it has to be.

I take in his sleeping form next to the bed. He has pulled a chair next to the bed and I know he has been in it for a while. I take a minute to just take him in, how peaceful he looks. I want to hold him tight and never let go. Crawl into his lap and wrap myself around him. I want to run my fingers through his hair and find out if it’s really as soft as it looks. I want to kiss those lips and allow him to consume me. “Go to him! He is ours. Mark him and mate with him!” an overly excited voice in my head says. I don’t know if I can communicate back to her with my mind but I really need her to pull back. I need answers before I just through myself at him.

I quickly rip my arm away from Jackson and he wakes up startled. He looks around the room before his eyes lands on mine. “You’re awake?” he asks, as if he can’t believe his eyes. He closes them tightly and then opens it again. He seems to realize that I really am awake and lifts me up to place me in his lap before I can object.

“How long have I been unconscious?” I know Cole is probably worried sick and I hope it hasn’t been more than a day. By the sounds of the birds singing outside and the sun shining in through the curtains, I know it is morning.

“It has been about eighteen hours give or take.” He says and starts rubbing circles on my back. My whole body wants to give in and enjoy his touch but my mind refuses. I need to get back to Cole before he does something reckless.

“I have questions and I need answers. I already know what you are, what you have changed me into. I only have knowledge from the books that I have read, but I know they aren’t exactly correct.” I tell him before we get carried away. My need to get to my son is driving me to forget what my body wants.

“Yes of course. You seem to be taking this a lot better than we expected. I really am sorry for how you had to find out. I took too long to tell you and my wolf took over and did it for me in his way. Ask anything you need.” He says, placing me back on the bed so that I can look at him, but he keeps his hands on my legs as if he can’t find it in him to loose contact or he might just be afraid he is dreaming and I might disappear the moment he breaks the contact.

“How old are you?” I know that is a strange question to ask, but I need to know. I am hoping I will age normally. I am not sure how Cole would feel about being changed or if it is possible for me to change him.

“I am just over four hundred years old.” He gives me smirk when he sees my eyes widen. My mate is a very old man. Thank goodness he doesn’t look that old.

“Can you change anyone or can you only change your mate?” His answer to this will be what makes or breaks us. If I can’t change Cole, I will lose it. I refuse to live without my son. My son is the reason I keep fighting in this life. Before him, I was suicidal. I had no regard for my own life. My parents didn’t understand my need for self-harm. It isn’t that I had terrible parents, sure we didn’t always get along, but they loved me. I was in an abusive relationship that drove me to the point where I just wanted my worthless life to end. Having Cole was my saving grace. He was my reason to pick myself up and fight to live. I have always been comforted by the idea that he would out live me. I wouldn’t have to ever seen my reason for living die, and even if I did, I knew I would follow soon after.

Jackson gives me a skeptical look before he answers. “We can change others and not just our mates, as I am a changed wolf myself.” I give a sigh of relief but one look at his face and I know there is more to it. “Most humans don’t survive the change. The process of the change is very painful and most of the time the human body gives up before the Lycanthrope virus can bond with them.” My body runs cold before anger takes over. I can’t risk changing Cole if it means it is only going to kill him sooner.

I need to get out of here and I need to find a way to get away from Jackson. I know he will never let me die if he can stop it from happening and I know I can’t live without my son, even with Jackson by my side. That is a kind of pain I don’t want to survive.

I read in my one book that the woman could feel her bond to the pack. I close my eyes and concentrate, hoping I could figure out some way to weaken the bond I now have with him. My wolf lets me know that he is our Alpha. That means everyone should be connected to him in some way. If I plan on getting out of here and to Cole before he can catch me, I will need to take him by surprise. I briefly consider just telling him the truth about myself, but I can’t risk him keeping me here.

I open my eyes and look him right in the eyes before grabbing him and pushing him to the ground. “Do you have any idea what you have done? Do you have any idea what you have taken from me? Did you ever consider that I might love someone else? As a human no one gets to choose who I am chosen to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to grow old and now I just simply have to give up everyone I love? See them grow old and die? I refuse!” I scream at him, allowing my anger to take control of me. He must be in shock due to my outburst because he isn’t moving, just staring at me. I take the opportunity to close my eyes and imagine our pack bond to him, like a satellite connecting to a main server. I imagine a string connecting us and I hope that what I am about to do works. My wolf is pacing in my mind, not agreeing at all with what I am about to do, but in time she will understand.

I imagine myself pulling on that string and Jackson lets out a growl that tells me this might work. Before he can try and stop me, I snap the string, the pain that follows is so intense that it knocks my breath away. Jackson lets out a whimper and I know he also feels the pain. This time I don’t hesitate with guilt. I jump up and run out of the room, fighting through the pain in my body. I am taking a wild guess that we are in his packs house. I see a set of stairs that leads down and run for it. I run down the stairs and take a second to take in my surroundings. I am in the living room by the looks of it. At the left side of the room is three couches in the form of a half circle facing a flat screen on the wall. There are two people sitting on the couches but instead of facing the TV, they are looking at me with shock on their faces.

“Luna?” One of them asks. I hear foot steps leading to the stairs above me and know I am running out of time.  Jackson has recovered from the shock and is coming to chase me down. I look to the right and see a table next to what looks to be the front door. I am relieved to see my handbag on the table with my car keys next to it. I run and grab my keys and handbag before opening the door and running out. It must be my lucky day, because just outside in the driveway, is my little black Chervolet Impala. I was addicted to the Supernatural series and the day I saw this car, I just knew I had to have it.

I jump into my car, jam my keys in the ignition and drive down the driveway as fast as I can. Just before I turn left onto the gravel road, I look into my rear view mirror to see Jackson on his knees at the door of the house. It pains me to see him like that. My wolf is going crazy in my head. She keeps screaming at me to turn back, to beg for his forgiveness. She might not be happy with me now, but I hope in time she will understand that my son is everything to me and if we spend enough time away from Jackson, she might be able to understand why I had to do this.

I dig my phone out of my bag and see that I only have ten percent of battery life left. I quickly look on my GPS to see that I am twenty minutes from the town we live in. He has been so close to us all this time. There will be no way we can live here any longer. It won’t take him two days to find us here.

I press on Cole’s number and he picks up after the first ring. “Mother? Where are you? Why haven’t you picked up any of my calls? I have been going out of my mind! I wasn’t sure if I had to go to the police or put up missing persons posters. Are you alright?” I feel terrible for making him worry like that. With our past, he is probably expecting the worst.

“Listen Cole, you need to pack all our clothes and get me at the gas station. We need to leave now. There is no time to explain, just pack as fast as you can and get in your car. We will need to fill up our cars and get out of here.” If we want to get out before Jackson finds us, there won’t be time for me to stop at home and pack everything up. I know Jackson will start looking between here and Portland, expecting me to run to the places I know, but we have been doing this for years. “I need you to get me at the gas station in twenty minutes. I love you.”

“See you there in twenty minutes mom. I love you too.” He says before hanging up. I know I am being selfish. I promised myself no more running for Cole, but I never imagined this would happen. I can only hope that Jackson would somehow let me go and I pray that he will find someone else. I can’t be the woman he needs me to be.