The sort of rage, fear and protectiveness Wayne had just gone through was very new to him. He just couldn’t take it and had to keep calm. It felt like his heart had been shattered into a million little pieces and splashed over a hard surface, making them bounce all about.
He had watched his mate almost die in front of him. What if she was not a werewolf and was some fragile creature that couldn’t withstand what she went through? What if she was human? She could have died in front of him. At the thought of this, he pinned her more to his furry self and covered her neck with his snout.
“Wayne,” she had called again but his racing heart wouldn’t let him free her. He had to make sure she was truly alive in his arms by listening to her heartbeat on and on.
“Wayne, I’m fine. Really,” Olive tried to convince him. He loosened his grip on her and peeped at her face. The sight of her nose bleeding, her lip bursted and a large wound on her cheek made his heart boil again. How could he let her get hurt while he was standing right there? He had failed in protecting his mate!
His eyes turned into a fiery blue and his fur began to change into a mixture of black and white.
“Wayne, water,” Olive croaked and his eyes snapped back to the red eyes of his black wolf form. He looked down at her and released her immediately. She sat up and he stood on all fours.
“Stay here. I’ll go get water from the car,” he said and in a swift movement, he ran off.
Olive marveled at his majestic wolf. He was huge, almost taller than she was when he was on his fours. Olive was sure he would be towering over her if he stood on hind legs only. His black fur had felt like velvet, and his huge body felt like a big cushion when she was in his arms. He wasn’t terribly scary to look at, but he was a fearful, magnificent creature. She loved him. Her wolf LOVED him.
Also, it was a rare phenomenon to see the wolf form of anyone actually speak out loud like the human-like part did. She had heard only the fiercest, most knowledgeable wolves could do that. And that was reserved for the ancient pure blood werewolves. But, seeing her mate exercising that very rare phenomenon made her stare in awe. Since when had he been talking like that? Wayne had to tell her everything about his wolf when he returned.
In half a minute later, Wayne walked back in his human form. He was wearing his clothes but looked disheveled.
He brought out a tissue and wiped her nose then gave her another tissue to stick in her nostril. She bent her head and stuck it in, letting all the blood flow back out. After some time, she threw away the tissue as she felt her nose healing.
“Here, drink this,” he then said as he brought the already opened bottle of water to her lips. He was crouching down and held the back of her head to give her support. She began to drink the water and he used that time to look at her wounds.
The tiny scratches were already healing away and the blood was disappearing. By the time she had emptied the bottle, only a little part of the bursted lip remained and the large wound was healing slowly.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. His face was looking so stern and tough, that she almost frowned at him. But she realized two of them shouldn’t be frowning at the same time.
“You almost got yourself killed,” his stern voice resumed. He had gotten over his fear when she got hurt, and now he was angry at her for putting him a condition where his heart almost got an attack.
“I’m sorry. It was that bee,” she mumbled and looked down. Wayne ruffled his hair and exhaled deeply.
“Don’t kill me like that next time. Please,” he pleaded and Olive looked up at his face.
“I almost got a heart attack seeing you tumbling down. Jeez, if you were human you could have died,” he ranted and Olive felt he was scolding her. But she loved this scolding.
For the first time since she could remember, someone was scolding her for being clumsy. Not because she ruined their stupid plans, but because of her own safety.
“I’ll be a little careful next time. I promise,” she lifted her palm. He took it and pushed it back down.
“I don’t trust you. Don’t make a promise like that to me,” he said and pulled her up from the ground by her upper arms.
“Hey, I’m serious about that promise. I’ll be careful. I’m not a clumsy wolf, okay,” she argued as she was dusting her white sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was now dirty and her hair too.
Wayne looked at her and inwardly scoffed. He didn’t like the color white as an outfit. It was always getting dirty.
“Let’s race now,” Olive said firmly behind him and he almost laughed at her.
“Race? No way. I’m taking you home,” he stated and grabbed her arm. She jerked it off him and stepped back.
“No, I want to race,” she said adamantly.
“You are injured,” he argued.
“Where?” she asked with a sly smirk. Wayne looked over her face and found out she had completely healed already. He sighed.
“Still, we’re going home.” He began to walk down towards the car and Olive frowned at him. A few seconds later and an idea lit up her mind. She let him almost reach the car before she ran after him and swiftly ran past him in her majestic, grey colored wolf.
He was awed when he felt her wheezing in the wind and saw her going in the distance alongside the lonely road. She turned around and began to run towards him again.
Her wolf was beautiful. With her grey and white fur, her majestic bushy tail in the air and her small, well crafted face tearing through the wind. His wolf was dazzled by his beautiful mate. She reached him and circled him, rubbing her body against his legs. He tried to touch her back but she took off again. An act of seduction. She was calling unto him, and who was he not to answer. Wayne laughed, and in a split second his black wolf was already running after his mate along the road.