10. Marked and Confused (Sol Pov)

Sol POV

I got up my head was bursting, water would help, and I knew it. Turning off the stereo would also help considering it was still blasting. I grabbed my head and looked over. Quienten was still passed out. The music was turned off and it left a ringing in my ears. Fucking hell, how much wine did we have? I saw the bottles littered the floor.

Grabbing a huge glass of water, I chugged it down. Then another on the third I took it to the porch. I wanted the fresh air, and we had nice furniture on the front porch to sit on. I looked out into the forest. It looked inviting, how long has it been since I ran as my wolf, I wondered.

Being a wolf would sober me up quickly, and it was so early in the morning it wasn’t like I would be seen. I finished my third glass of water and walked to the forest edge stripped down and shifted. The sobriety was almost instant, my wolf burning the remaining alcohol from my system.

I knew it was best to roll in the mud, cover my white fur just in case I was seen. White wolves where not indigenous to this part of the world, but I didn’t particularly want to hide myself, not now. My mother words came to me “We are descended from the goddess herself, and we should be proud. Proud we hold to the old ways, listen Sol, don’t ever be ashamed of who you are.” I knew it was said pertaining to my facial tattoo.

But it really applied to everything, at least I thought so. I didn’t go looking for a place to roll in to cover the white fur I had. I just ran. It was nice, the wind in my face, my paws hitting the ground. It was freeing. I smelled a rabbit. My little wolf, if it could, I was sure had to be smiling as I followed the scent and chased down the furry creature. I caught it and began to eat. I felt connected to the earth.

A scent passed me, it was so faint, but it was there. It was unique, unlike anything I had ever smelt. A mixture of pine, leather, and rain but it was mixed, making a new smell. It made my fur feel like it was standing on end. My mother had described the mate bond, that the smell would draw you in pull you to it. That is what was happening. I didn’t control my wolf in that instant she was already chasing the scent.

With each hit of her paws, I was getting closer to the smell, and it began to make me feel delirious giddy. I felt like I was on a high of some kind. My bones even filled with energy as I breathed in the scent. Then my wolf was knocked to side and rolled over on its back. The scent was all around. I looked through my wolfs eyes and saw blue ones of another wolf looking at me.

My wolf being the one in charge right now decided the best course of action was to lick this unknown wolf. It was our mate, but my fucking wolf was being a flirt and licked him a second time on the side of his furry face. I had never seen a wolf look like this one. He had a white strip of fur straight down his snout.

Brown fur was darker near his nose and mouth but blended up into a lighter softer brown. Then a growl came from him. My mate was growling at me. I didn’t know what to do, my wolf of course did. She made a weird sound I had never heard. Oh, fucking goddess was she propositioning herself. Fucking fuck, no, I was mortified, and it was not even my fault for my mortification. I didn’t know if I should fall back in my head and not see what happens. My mother told me sometimes we need to give our wolves privacy, and I never really felt like I would have to. Though I had never had a mate.

When I felt something on me wolfs stomach I pulled back. Yeah no, I didn’t want to see that or feel it. I never felt awkward with my wolf, but for the first time I did.  Pain erupted on the side of my neck, and it felt like a connection was being forced in my head. I tried to use it, but no one responded. I could feel the link but there was nothing there.

What the fuck was happening? I opened my connection to my wolf but upon hearing the things she was doing I shut down the connection again. It lasted hours, or it at least felt like that. I felt tied to something, but no one was responding on the other end of this bond. What was this? I finally reached back to my wolf, and she was now calmer and subdued. When I looked through her eyes the brown wolf was striding away. What the hell just happened?

I took time to look through my wolfs eyes and examine this wolf. He had brown fur that had a lot of white in it, then his underside all white. He was striking, as far as looks went in wolves. Especially in his face, but why was he leaving? I knew he was our mate. He had to have bitten and marked my wolf, that explained the pain I felt even when I was pulled away from my wolf.

He had also fucked my wolf while marking her, which was not traditional. I knew that happened during sex in human form not wolf. What had just happened? He marked my wolf as his wolf’s mate and forged the bond but didn’t use it, nor was he staying with us. It wasn’t like I could ask him in this form what he had just done or why? He no longer walked but his wolf took off running full on away from my wolf.