The Blue-eyed Wolf In The Woods novel Chapter 35

If the animal is paying attention to their surroundings it doesn't matter what the humans wear, we will see them.

But, if the animal let's it's guard down, it could be the end for them.

And of course it didn't matter what she wore.

I would always recognize her scent.

She was beautiful in the most natural way.

Everything about her nearly took my breath away.

I stood at the edge of the woods transfixed by the way her long wavy hair swayed from side to side as she walked.

It was like watching dandelions blowing in the breeze.

I closed my eyes to focus on her intoxicating smell.

Like the forest after a spring rain shower, mixed with the scent of wild flowers in the meadow nearby. Each step she took, another wiff of a different flower.

She walked through the trees following her normal path.

She knew where she was going.

But then she stopped.

Something caught her eye.

Me.

And I thought I was being perfectly still and quiet.

I realized I was slowly starting to follow her.

Wow. She could always make me forget who I was, and what I was doing.

She smiled.

My wolf and human self immediately started jumping up and down.

Our mate was soo damn perfect. Especially with a smile on her face.

She turned back around to continue walking on her path.

Of course she probably wanted to be alone and wouldn't want me following her while she drew and took photos, I would only be distracting.

So I stayed put.

She must have realized I stopped because she paused and turned to look at me. She gestured with her arm for me to follow.

My wolf didn't need anymore encouragement. I bounded back up and followed closely behind her.

We stopped at a clearing in the forest where there was a small lake. It was partially frozen in places, but this is where my pack always stops to hunt and drink, so we are constantly breaking pieces of the ice to get to the water.

Hopefully they wont show up today.

She settled down on the ground against a tall pine tree.

I sat across from her near the water.

She seemed content, so I finally relaxed, and continued watching her.

Her pencil scrawled quickly over the page in front of her. Her face held a scrunched up concentrated look.

***

Since I wasn't Alpha yet I didn't get to make the decision on what would happen to him. My father did.

He told Jamie that is was his own fault his mate rejected him and he let him wither away and die locked up in the basement of the pack house.

We tried to bring him food, get him to go for a run, or hunt.

Nothing worked.

Jamie wailed all through the night. All through the day. At all hours.

For weeks.

He'd say, "She didn't want to be like us. She was scared of wolves. She thought I was a killer."

His mate had been a human also.

Jamie didn't exactly take things slow with her so she'd get to know him.

He practically pounced on her scaring the living daylights out of her.

When summer came and he turned back to a man, he did it again.

My father told him in front of the pack that it was no way to treat ones mate, especially a lady, and especially a human. Who would know noting of our life and way of living.

Jamie wouldn't hear it. He said "She's not your mate. You don't get to decide."

Even as a boy I could tell my father was restraining himself from kicking the shit out of this wolf who had spoken harshly to him.

"Fine. Go and ruin your chances of having your mate accept you for who you are. But don't EVER disrespect me and the advice I give you, EVER again. Especially since I am trying to help you not get your heart ripped out and handed to you." My father spat back at him but remained seated behind his desk in his big leather chair.