The Rejected Mate

The chilly wind whipped strands of my black hair as I ran through the forest, the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The stars spread around the sky glittering like small diamonds in the sky.

Tall tress swayed as the wind picked up. I relish in the feeling of wind whipping in my face bringing forth a thrill in me.

The night was quiet just like how liked it, there is something about this serene time of the day that makes me relax. I'm the type of person who likes staying up late, because in those hours the world is so quiet and nobody expects anything from me. I could stare at the wall for all I want and there wouldn't be any consequences. It's so silent and calm, just how I like it.

Usually I like to let loose at this time of the night, when the moon is up and bright. But today is different, today I'm out here for a purpose which I intend to complete as soon as possible. At this time in my life I've come to realise to never take any chance and screw yourself over, and later regret thinking about how things would've gone if you didn't take the chance at protecting your loved ones.

I halt in my steps when the familiar cave comes to sight. It's dark and usually no one would spare a glance towards the dark cave, but I knew better than to ignore things that hid in plain sight, past mistakes teach you better.

It was a old cave in the middle of the no man's land, covered in moss and hidden behind branches that helped hiding it a bit better, it would probably go unseen to a naked human eye but thank god I wasn't a normal human being, thanks to my werewolf genes that played a great part.

Immediately shifting from my wolf side to human, bones snapping in the process. I wear the only article of clothing I had with me for the time being, slipping on the jeans I take careful steps towards the old looking cave.

Upon entering everything appears to be dark, but I knew it was all a trick to hide what was really inside. Stepping in further a dimly lit makeshift room appears before my sight.

I look around I find candles over every corner of the cave, their flames casting a shadow onto the stony walls of the cave. Upon further inspection I see a lot of liquid stuff, probably the potions, herbs, plant like things and elixir the witches used in their witchcraft, and this wasn't far from that. At the corner, there was a perfectly made single bed. The place smelled of all the different herbs and whatever the witch had used before.

"Ahhh, I thought I'd never have a change to meet the Alpha about whom I happen to hear a lot lately, thought you'd never come." A voice breaks the silence.

"Kaya" I address her seriously.

"Oh loosen up, will you? I promise I wouldn't do my witch craft on such a handsome young man" she states trying to flirt.

"Good, you wouldn't like the consequences of messing with me otherwise" Ignoring her last words I reply to her, a clear warning behind my words. Its true, I wouldn't think twice before retaliating especially since she's a witch

I should've snapped her neck for helping out the rogues and Roman specifically, but if I do that then I wouldn't be able to do what I came here for today.

Werewolfves and witches aren't the best of friend but sometimes they join

forces in time of need and mutual agreement, like an ally.

Honestly speaking Kaya doesn't look an age over thirty, even though she's hundred of years old and experienced so much in this world. She was African-American descent maybe a bit of Asian as well in the mix. She has dark cat like eyes and sharp cheekbones and caramel skin accompanied with a toned slender body and long thick black hair in long corn braids. She's wearing a long maxi dress with different patterns on it that oddly fits her look and hair.

She's holding some kind of herb and paste in her hand, which smells heavily of some kind of plant I couldnt name.

"How's that mate of yours?” she asks and my body immediately stiffens up with tension.

"How do you know about her?" I almost growl out, I feel Killian wake up in the back of my mind. Prawling around and waiting if anything gets out of hand.

"You forget about the fact that along with being a witch, I also happen to have intuitions about the future as well as the past.”

"And what are your “intuitions’ about me?" I question her, I need to know what she knows about me and Serenity, I can't put her life I'm danger not more than I've.

"Thats for me to know and you to find out Alpha Damien” she addresses my name this time making me realise that she's serious, but that doesn't help with the frustration I feel flowing through me.

"I also happen to know that you are here for her" she states with a knowing look on her face.

"Very well, then I don't have to waste my time and explain what I want from you."

"I can help, you and I both know that. But who said that I'm going to do it for free?! I need something in return” she looks at me with a slick face, eyes gleaming under the glow the candles casted on her face. I should've known. These witches never did anything without expecting or asking anything in return.

"what is that you want? Is it money or something else?" I ask her straight forwardly. I don't have time to play and want her to get to the point as fast as she can.

"Or something else" she replies and takes a few steps forwards so that now she’s standing before me.

Trailing a long nailed finger down my shirtless chest, her finger slides down and stops at my torso, just where the bands of my jeans are situated.

My tensed form starts shaking and in a fast motion I have her hand in a tight hold preventing it from travelling any further and another on her throat, squeezing it enough to show her that I'm not joking around with her. Her eyes widen slowly with shock and goes back to normal.

"Do that again and I wouldn't hesitate to break your damn wrist or even snap your pathetic little neck you fucking witch” I bring my face closer to hers so that I can look her directly in the eyes.