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making my mouth water.
    Shaking the smell of fruit from my senses, I wrap my arm
over her back, only to feel his do the same, but I’m strangely not bothered by
it. It feels right for some reason; my wolf even gives into it and curls up
into a ball, tucking his nose into his hind leg and wrapping his tail over his
eyes.
    Maybe this won’t be so bad?
    The thought of something powerful wanting my Row, wanting my
mate, makes me want to howl to the heavens. They’ll have to get through me
first, and I don’t plan on going down without a fight.
     
     
     

CHAPTER
THREE:
     
    Rowena
     
    December 25, 2016
     
    The sunshine hurts my eyes as I come to, surrounded by tall
grass with the sound of neighing ponies in the distance meeting my ears.
Sitting up, I have no idea where I am, the hilly landscape and mountains a very
unfamiliar backdrop to me. The sun is wonderful, though, and I turn my face up
to soak it in, holding my arms up over my head in a stretch.
    The fresh air swirls lightly around me in a breeze, bringing
the scents of fresh grass and wild flowers to my attention, making a smile fill
my lips. The untouched wild has always made me happy, ever since being pushed
out of that town when my mother died. I had lived in the shadows, tagging along
with a group of gypsies I ran into down in Louisiana, never staying in one
place long enough to get attached to anyone.
    When you get attached, you get hurt. I’ve already dealt with
that in my life and finding out Blaine is my mate makes those old feelings come
to the surface all over again. I feel as if he’ll eventually leave me, or die,
and when he does I’m afraid I’m shrivel up and die, my heart not being strong
enough to stand the loss.
    “Don’t worry, Lass,” a strong, deep, Scottish voice scares
me from my musing and my eyes shoot open, searching for the source. A tall,
broad, black and silver haired man stands in front of me on the downward slope
of the slight hill I’m sitting on, a happy grin displayed on his face framing
white-blue eyes.
    Eyes just like mine, and the stranger, Penton, who saved me. Where is he by the way? I look around me, only to return my stare to the
man before me. I can see the slight wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles
again, running his hand back through his hair letting the split colors fall
back into place.
    “Don’t worry about what?” I ask in a nervous laugh, quickly
getting to my feet and finally noticing that I’m in a dress, which I never
wear. I grab the material in my hands, looking at it unbelieving and mutter,
“What the fuck?” under my breath, getting a chuckle to rumble from the stranger
before me.
    “Don’t worry about your mates, Lass; they’ll take care of
themselves and you. You have to trust in their love for you.” He turns toward
the meadow below, only to reach out his hand, offering it to me and nodding for
me to come to him.
    “Mates? As in
plural? What the hell are you talking about, and who the hell are you
anyway?” I move to my left as the man’s eyes stay with mine, the smile never
leaving his lips. He waves for me to come to him once more, and when I don’t
move, he laughs lightly.
    “Walk with me, girl, and I’ll tell you all you need to
know.”
    I’ve never been one to follow orders, but why does it seem
like my body, my mind, and even my leopard want me to go with this man? I can
feel the power emanating off of him, my ever present flames deep within,
turning to a cool blue rather than the hot orange I usually have around
strangers. I watch him watch me, his eyes never leaving mine as I hesitantly
step toward him, my hand at my side with my skin itching to make the simple
contact of his.
    I don’t reach out and take his hand. I come up beside him,
still at least ten feet away, and he lowers his with a nod, turning to face the
meadow below. I can hear him take a deep breath in, the neighing of the ponies
coming closer, and I see a bunch of them chasing each other around a bend