The Sweetest Honey

Mark My Words

(Wendy’s point of view)

Goliath is walking us to breakfast. I feel kind of like the 3rd wheel, but I can’t help but notice how cute they are together. Last night was the most insane night of my life. I thought Goliath and Jenny were nuts. The only reason I agreed to come was to try and keep Clara safe. I thought we all were going to die when Goliath drove off that cliff, but we didn’t. Instead, we ended up in this magical world. Even though it was night when we got here, it was more amazing than anything I have ever seen before. Once we got Clara situated, Goliath promised me he would give us the best life we could ask for, and we would be safe. He is right, too. No way my dad could find me here. The last time I spoke to him, he threatened to rent me out to his friends like a prostitute if I ever left. I had to leave, though. His beatings were getting out of hand, and I was sure he was getting close to killing me. Clara’s bruise ointment has helped a lot, but I am done having to hide it. I am done fighting for my life every day. I couldn’t be happier to be here even though I was just tagging along. We finally step into a dining room. It felt like a very long walk from the clinic. I wonder just how big this place is? It looked like a castle on the outside, but it is more of a balance of antique and modern when it comes to the interior. I sit down next to Jenny, and Clara sits next to me. There are people here I don’t know yet, but I can’t be too concerned with them when there is a delicious smell that is wafting by me. It is like peppermint candy. It's almost like a candy cane on Christmas morning. Why is no one else reacting to this wonderful smell? “Does anyone else smell that?”

Clara is the only one to answer back. “It smells like pancakes to me.”

“No, It is like peppermint but sweet like a candy.”

I look around to see if anyone else smells it, but they all shake their heads.

“Seriously no one can smell that? It smells delicious and like it’s getting stronger.”

All of a sudden, the door slams open, and the hottest God like of a man runs through it. “Mate!” He yells. I feel like I am in a trance. All I could do is stand there. What is happening? “Mate?”

He grabs my hands, and I feel tingles erupting all over my body. I get goosebumps, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

“I am beta Jack.”

“I am Wendy.”

“Would you like to talk upstairs in private? “ I don’t even need time to think.

“Absolutely!” I blurt out.

He picks me up, and I let out a little squeal, feeling sparks running through me. He let’s out a growl that is so sexy. He walks me out the door. I have no idea where we are going or what to even say. I decide to bury my head in his neck, and it smells so good. He steps into an elevator and manages to click the button with me still in his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“We are going to my room if that’s okay with you, mate.”

“This is what being a mate is? This connection I feel with you.”

“The short answer is yes.” We get to a door, and he sets me down and opens it. I walk in first, taking in my surroundings. It was a huge room with a living area separated from the bed/sleeping area. I can see glass doors that reveal a balcony and beautiful scenery. “Wow!” is all I could say. The entire room smells like that peppermint. “Everything smells just like you. I love it.” I walk around sniffing the air feeling like I am at home.

“Oh, so you like my scent?”

“Your scent?”

“Mates can smell a special scent on each other. What do I smell like?” he asks.

“You smell like peppermint but like a delicious candy peppermint.” I step closer to him.

“What do I smell like?”

“You love, smell like sweet cotton candy, and I can’t wait to see if you melt in my mouth.” At this point, we are standing so close our chests are about to touch. He puts his hand gently on the back of my head and leads me into a kiss. It doesn’t stay sweet, though. I like to be a bit aggressive, and I deepen the kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance. I won’t give him control so easily it’s not in my nature. He is definitely a worthy man because he is countering all my moves for dominance. I go to reach right for his goods, but he surprises me by pulling my hair back, causing me to release his lips. He takes advantage of my open neck and begins to kiss and suck his way down it making me gasp. He gets down to my shoulder, giving it a nibble, and it feels like pure ecstasy. He stops suddenly though, and I open my eyes and look at him. “What’s this?” he says, looking at my shoulder. I still feel dazed, and my mind feels a bit numb to understanding what he is talking about. “Did somebody grab you?” He starts looking over my body before I can answer. The fingerprint bruises must still be visible, I realize. “It’s okay. Please stop looking, Jack.” He does stop looking but not before he sees what was left of the bruise from my dad kicking my stomach.

“Who hurt you?” He says in a dangerously low voice.

“It.. It was my dad.” He gets up and punches through his wall and starts busting everything he can pick up. I cower in the corner and cover my face with my hands. I can’t help the stream of tears that escape. I try to block everything out like I did back at my fathers. I feel a hand touch me, and I flinch. “Wendy, Wendy, I won’t hurt you, baby. I am so sorry.” I lower my arms carefully and look at him through my blurry eyes. He wipes my tears away and holds me. I bury my face into his chest, feeling slightly ashamed that I looked so weak. “Wendy you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I do, though. I should have never lost it like that. I was just too mad I wasn’t there to protect you.” I try to gather myself up. “How do you know what I am feeling?”

“Well sometimes the mate bond can help us feel what the other is feeling. It isn’t always there, but it can be helpful when it is.”

“Jack what happened to me is in the past now. I will be safe here now with you.”

“It just boils my blood he got away with what he has done to you. Mark my words Wendy if he ever crosses my path, he will regret every bruise he has ever made on your body.”

I grab his face in my hands and kiss him deeply. This time, it was slow and sweet. I feel ripples of comfort and electricity going through me, making me feel better instantly.

“Well luv as much as I would love to do the most wonderful things with you, there are lots of things we need to talk about first with you being human.”

“Is it a problem that I am human?” I ask self-consciously.

“Not one bit, but if you decide to accept me as your mate, you will have to decide if you want me to turn you.”

“Like into a werewolf?”

“Yes but it is a big deal, and you need to take your time deciding because there is no going back.” All of a sudden, his eyes glazed over, and it was like he was gone. “Jack!” “Jack” I grab his hand, and his eyes finally go back to normal. “I guess they are starting the meeting now. We need to head down.”

“Jack I still have questions like what the heck just happened?”

“Oh that was just mindlink. Werewolves can send messages to other pack members through their minds.”

“You are certainly selling this being changed thing.”

He let’s out a chuckle. “My wolf wants you to know he will love you either way.”

“You can communicate with your wolf that is so amazing. What is his name?”

“His name is Aries, and you will meet him later.”

“Um Jack, I know the others are waiting, but could I use your bathroom first before we go?”

“Sure it is right over there.” He points to the door, and I get up and run in there. I look around, and it is breathtaking. There is a deep claw tub with jets in it. The shower is big enough to throw a party in, and it has several different shower heads. The walls are pearl white with pictures of provocative mermaids around the top of the border. I find another door and walk in, and it has a toilet and twin sinks. I go up and look in the mirror. I clean up my makeup and wash my hands. I walk back into the room, and Jack is cleaning up the glass and shards of the mirror off of the floor. He looks up at me. “Ready Angel?”

I give him a smirk and rub up against him as I walk up to the door. “You will definitely not be calling me that later.” I give him a wink and turn the door knob. Within a second, the door is shut closed, and he is holding me from behind. “I can’t wait!” he growls in my ear. This man may be the one to unravel me.