The Night Wolf novel Chapter 55

"You say that Rowan is not my mate, then why would he find my blood," Willow almost cringed. "Sweet?"

"That might be because you have sweet blood." Said Melody, but Willow could see that she didn't sound so sure, though it was subtle, the uncertainty was there.

"Right, though there are many Vampires in this school, I've never had anyone come to me and tell me that I have sweet blood and if they could get a sip.

"The night of the party, we were attacked by dozens of werewolves, Natasha said that they were rouges."

Melody's eyes widened. "So that is how they were slaughtered."

"Rowan was poisoned after he bit into one of the werewolves," Willow shuddered, thinking of the night. "I gave him my blood Mel, and he was healed, completely."

Melody sucked in a breath. "It might've been a coincidence."

"No Mel, it wasn't. You say that Rowan has to be eighteen to find his mate right? He'll be turning eighteen in a few weeks."

Melody sighed. "I'm just looking out for you, I don't want you to be hurt after, all this." Melody waved her hands around. "I know there's no changing your mind but-" Melody was cut off by the door banging open and a loud growl which followed after it, making Willow jump as a squeak left her lips.

In no time she was pushed to the wall of the restroom, her eyes widening on Hunter who stood before her with his eyes as black as it could be. His arms entrapping her.

"Alpha!" Melody shrieked as many students got in the restroom as if all rest could be forgotten and only what was happening here was important.

"Let go Hunter." Willow whispered, she couldn't muster enough courage nor energy to talk to him, especially not with him looking like he wanted her head off her neck. "What are you doing?"

Hunter scowled as he entered the school surrounded by his friends, Jason beside him was going on about this new game, but he couldn't focus on what he was saying, not that he always does, but ever since he stepped out of his car, his wolf has been restless, as if he would surface anytime now, Hunter had to do everything to keep his wolf under control.

And that is when he was hit with the smell of vanilla and almonds mixed together, it was very strong, making Hunter wonder who had swum in a pool of perfume and why would she even think that it was cool, smelling like a perfume factory, or atleast that is what Hunter would have thought if it was any other day, but now he was busy taming his wolf which was just a second away from making a show, and scaring all those humans in the school.

Hunter gave the reins over to his wolf in order to avoid shifting, though not completely, he was still partly in charge.

Hunter felt himself freeze, even the wolf within him froze, Hunter then heard the familiar voice of his wolf in his mind, 'Mate!'

Hunter stared at the person who seemed to be oozing the scent of vanilla and almonds. He didn't recognize her at first, but then he did remember her. Though not by her face but her hair seemed very familiar.

Hunter had been five years old when he had first seen her. He had been obsessed with the color orange. He had wanted to have everything in that color. From his clothes to his bed, had been orange in color, even his room had been painted in orange and orange is why he had noticed her crying her heart out in the kindergarten begging her parents not to leave her.