My Silver Mate

Taken

[Dylan]

“Mate. Hurt,” my wolf, Dusty, moaned and I sighed. There was no way he would move forward without us claiming our mate. Or at the very least, check in on our mate.

“Fine. Go,” I ordered. Dusty moved slowly back toward our mate and my anxiety hiked up another notch or two. The smell of my mate's scent as well as their blood mingled thickly in the air. It was pungent and all we could smell. Enough so that all our senses were on high alert. “Stop!” I shouted out and Dusty abruptly stopped, snout in the air as he sniffed deeply. He then whimpered softly and all I could do was hope that the pack wasn’t anywhere close. “Listen,” I then urged, and he immediately his ears perked up. At first, all we could hear was the wind, but then we could hear voices.

“What on earth happened here?” a male voice questioned and the horror in his voice made me panic. Had we hurt our mate that badly?

“No idea,” another male voice said. “But she’s been cut,” cut? Dusty glanced down at his claws and, even in the moonlight, we could see the drops of blood that clung to his paws.

“Cut? Alpha…she has been torn to pieces,” the first voice said, and Dusty moaned in agony. Torn to pieces? Impossible. “How did that even happen?”

“He must have shifted,” the second voice said, and I had a feeling he was the Alpha of the pack. s**t. This was bad. Really truly bad.

“And then what? He stopped to attack this innocent girl?” a different male voice questioned, and my heart skipped a beat. My mate was female.

“No…we don’t know what happened, but I have a feeling he is long gone by now,” the Alpha remarked. “That means we will need to deal with this mess,”

“And the medallion?”

“I don’t know, we can only deal with one crisis at a time and currently this girl needs our help,”

“Will she…I mean…she’s been cut pretty deeply…will she?”

“We won't know until we get her to the infirmary,” Dusty peeked around the tree and while they were still quite a distance away, we could see them. Four of them as they stood over what I knew was my mate. I couldn’t see her but two of the males bent down and carefully picked up my mate. Dusty whimpered and I felt my heart break. Could they help her? I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t simply tag along. I watched as they left and while Dusty wanted to go after them, we couldn’t. We just couldn’t risk it. However, since the pack was now distracted, I could hang around. After all, what was my mate doing out in the middle of the forest in the middle of the night?

“Time to change,” I said to Dusty, who instantly complained. However, he had given up the fight and easily allowed me to shift back into my human form. I headed toward where my mate had laid and looked around. What had she been doing out here?

“Samara?” a male voice suddenly yelled, and I froze. Who was that? “Samara!”

“Samara?!” a female voice called out and I ducked behind the bush. “Where the hell is she?”

“I don’t know…I didn’t even hear her get up,” the male declared. I tried peeking through the bushes and that’s when I saw them. Two males and a female. They looked young. What were they doing out here? Was Samara the name of my mate? It had to be, right?

“Well, she couldn’t have gone far…maybe she fell or something,” the female said, and I sighed softly. As much as I wanted to help, I couldn’t. These people were human, I could smell their human blood from my hiding spot.

“And we can’t very well look for her in the dark,” the other male said, and the tension was so thick it made me feel nauseous.

“We can't leave her out there, she could freeze, or something,” the female argued.

“Heather, I want her back just as much as you do, but we can't risk our safety. For all we know, she is just taking a dump and is embarrassed,”

“That is not funny, Ben,” Heather replied before she stomped off. The two males looked at each other before they almost seemed to be searching the woods.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look for her?” the other man questioned. Ben looked torn but eventually, he nodded, and they followed after Heather. I kept closer as I followed them and when they entered a clearing, I understood. They were out camping. Samara must have gotten up and ventured out of their campsite to do something. I wasn’t sure what, but I could just imagine. I watched as Ben went into the first tent while the other two turned to each other for comfort. They must be mates.

“Wesley,” Heather whispered.

“I know, babe, but Ben is right. We can't just go looking for her. We might get lost or hurt or…” Wesley’s voice trailed off as Heather started to cry.

“She could be hurt or lost and…we aren’t going to do anything?”

“We will, as soon as it is light enough,” he told her, and I nodded. While I didn’t like the fact that they weren’t searching for my mate, I understood why. I also appreciated this male as he was clearly willing to leave the warmth of his tent at the crack of dawn. I turned to leave but I made sure to mark a nearby tree. I would be back in the morning and now that I understood what they had been doing out here, it would be easy for me to play a role. I headed toward the town of Oakville and my mind drifted back to my mate, Samara. Was she also human? I had a feeling she was. Did that mean I had changed her? Surely not.