His Feisty Human Mate

Thanks so much for showing interest in my story.  This is book 6 of the Silver Moon Series, and I do recommend reading the earlier books.  Feel free to leave me lots of comments! Savannah     Life?  What life?  I wake up to my alarm at four in the morning.  If I’m lucky enough to be able to move, I force myself to crawl out of bed, despite the fact that everything hurts.  When I say everything, I mean everything.  My bones, my muscles, my joints, my tendons, my skin.  Everything!       All thanks to my father.  Yep, you heard that correctly.  My father, the one person in my life, who is supposed to love me unconditionally, is the person who causes me the most pain.     After I take a quick shower, I pull on one of my few outfits that are completely stained with grease and oil, then I hurry to the kitchen and heat up some grits and toast for my father.  Not bothering to take the time to grab food for myself, I grab my ripped tool bag and rush to my father’s auto shop.     I spend the next ten to sixteen hours, depending on the workload, fixing cars that aren’t running correctly.  I try my hardest to get ahead on my work before my father arrives, so that he will be more likely to take it easy on me, but too often, he doesn’t even notice.     If I make even the simplest of mistakes while fixing a car, my father doesn’t hesitate to grab the closest tool within his reach.  He uses that tool to teach me a lesson, then I have to continue fixing the car, despite the unnecessary beating that he just gave me.     None of the other workers there ever did anything to stop the abuse, and I came to resent every single one of them.  They were all cowards to stand there and do nothing.  One day I got so mad at all of them, I told them straight to their faces that their wives deserved men who had real balls instead of the shriveled raisins in their pants.     When we get home in the evening, I rush around the kitchen trying to get dinner cooked as fast as I can.  If my cooking doesn’t meet his ridiculous standards, everything I just cooked gets thrown across the kitchen, then I take one hell of a beating.  If he is pleased with the cooking, he usually eats all of it, then tells me I have to go hungry for the night.     If I’m not taken home to cook his dinner, it’s because he has exchanged favors from me to pay for his drug habits.  Every time that happens, I get manhandled for hours and go home bruised, bloody and sore all over my already battered body.     I live in baggy pants and long-sleeved sweatshirts to cover the damage that has been done to my body.  However, there isn’t much that I can do to hide the bruises on my face, because my dad won’t let me wear make-up.     I dressed the same way when I still went to school, and that got me teased a lot, but I never sat back and took s**t from any of the bullies.  As soon as somebody said something out of line to me, they would earn a broken nose or a busted lip.  I endured enough abuse at home, I refused to tolerate it from the kids at school.     Needless to say, I wasn’t able to keep friends.  Everybody knew what was going on, but they were too scared to speak up about it.  Just like the workers at the auto shop, they were all a bunch of cowards.     As time went on, I got spunkier and started fighting back, but my dad was a huge man, and it was easy for him to quickly overpower me.  Those were the times when he beat me to the point that I couldn’t move from my bed for days at a time.     I’m sure I had several bones that got broken over the years and healed in the wrong place, because he would never take me to the hospital.  Nor did he ever take me to a regular doctor for any type of check-up.       That’s how heartless of a man my father turned out to be.  Unfortunately, my mother died while giving birth to me, and the abuse started around the age of six.  Each passing year was worse than the one before, and I was beginning to think that I was doomed to die at the hands of my father.     No man in his right mind would take one look at me and think, ‘Damn, she's cute.’  I could never get that lucky with the damage that’s been done to my body.  I didn’t expect to catch anybody’s eye, and I didn’t have the means to move out and live on my own.  If only my father and his drug addict friends hadn’t ruined me, I might have had a chance to find true love in this crazy world. Jameson     Growing up at the Eagle Moon Pack was awesome!  Everybody got along well, and our territory was protected from rogues.     Not only was I able to learn everything I needed to know about practicing medicine, I was able to tap into my Grandfather James’ knowledge.  This was all thanks to the Moon Goddess adding his soul to my body when I was just a developing fetus in my mum’s womb.     I loved being able to talk to my grandfather.  I found it easy to talk to him about anything.  Even the things that I wasn’t comfortable talking to my parents about.       The only one of my family members that had a hard time dealing with my grandfather’s soul being a part of me was my Grandmum Andrea.  She would always cry after having a conversation with her dead spell mate, but she never held it against me and always made sure to show me love anytime we saw each other.     I had recently moved out of my parents house and took a room in the pack house, so I could have my own space.  I was already twenty years old, and it was beyond time for me to move out of their home.     I liked being able to come and go as I pleased, and I was able to keep practicing medicine at the main pack clinic with my Aunt Courtney and Uncle James.  I would also lend a hand at my parents' private clinic, but they didn’t get as many patients as the main pack clinic.     Unfortunately, I had yet to find my mate, and that was starting to drag me down a little.  Since I turned eighteen two years ago, I have made an appearance at the Mating Celebration held at the Forest Pack, but she never showed up there.       Not long after I turned eighteen, I visited several of the surrounding packs in hopes of running across her, but she wasn’t at any of them.  I knew it was only a matter of time before I found her, but I was seriously sick of looking and decided to let fate take the lead..       All my life, everybody was always talking about how most mates were amazing, and I wanted to experience it for myself.  If only I could just get lucky enough to stumble upon her, I would take my mate in my arms and never let her go.  I would cherish everything about her and do everything I could to ensure her happiness.