Saving His Feral Mate
Chapter 5: Hunting

Tatiana POV

I was hunting in the forest, when I picked up the most intoxicating scent, it was woodsy with a hint of something sweet. Whatever it was, I wanted to rub my body all over it and claim it as mine.

As soon as I lifted my eyes to search for the source, I spotted him. A large dark grey wolf, standing 20 feet away, watching me intently. There were other wolves behind him, but my attention was solely on the grey wolf.

I knew the intoxicating smell was coming from him and immediately recognized him as my mate. I froze in my spot, this can’t be. Why would the moon goddess be so cruel, to grant me with another mate. Thanks to my first mate, I haven’t heard or sensed Chloe, my human, in the last two years. I’ve been completely on my own.

When I finally came to my senses, I knew what I had to do, kill him. He would only be cruel, like our first mate and I won’t let anyone hurt us again. I could tell he was strong, by his size and aura. He’s likely an Alpha, I thought. This is going to be a tough fight.

He was busy taking me in, probably trying to decide if I was a worthy mate, that could benefit him or not. I took this distraction as my opportunity to attack. I lunged and knocked him over. He had surprised look in his eyes, clearly he wasn’t expecting me to attack him. Good, I thought to myself, I can use his distraction to my advantage.

I kept going for his throat trying to end him, but he was faster then I expected. He would push me off, but not once did he try to scratch or bite me. It only pissed me off, don’t play with me and fight, goddamn it.

At one point, he had me pinned to the ground. I struggled to break free but he was stronger. He wasn’t hurting me, only holding me down with the weight of his body. I didn’t stand a chance. I was waiting for him to kill me or worse, bring me back as his prisoner to use me as his toy, like our first mate planned on doing.

I was completely shocked, when he shifted into his human form and released me. He stood up from the ground and watched me closely. He looked conflicted.

I couldn’t help but explore his naked body with my eyes. He’s still my mate after all and a wolf is naturally programmed to seek out their other half. He’s like the missing part of my soul and normal, I should crave him with every fibre of my being, but I can’t let that happen. I’ll fight the mate bond, or die trying.

He was tall, around 6’4, with medium length dark brown hair and green eyes. He had a little stubble on his face, that only added to his s*x appeal. One of his arms was covered in tattoos and so was his chest. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, muscles in all the right places and don’t get me started on his manhood. Just looking at it had me drooling.

I was brought out of my dirty thoughts, when my mate commanded me to shift. Like hell I’m going to take orders from him. To be honestly, even if I wanted to shift, I don’t remember how. Chloe was always the one that took care of our human body. Doesn’t matter though, him trying to command me, made me see red and the urge to kill him returned.

I lunged and quickly latched my jaw around his throat, before biting down. I didn’t bite him hard enough to kill him, not yet. But hard enough for my teeth to penetrate his skin, putting myself in a position to easily end his life, when I choose to.

To my surprise, he didn’t fight back. What’s the fun in killing someone without a fight, first? It was starting to piss me off. What caught me even more off guard, was when the other wolves started to circle me, ready to attack. He commanded them not to.

At one point, I’m almost certain I sensed Chloe looking through my eyes with me, but she was gone before I could be sure. I tried to talk to her in my head, but didn’t get a response. Maybe I imagined the whole thing.

My mate tried to talk to me, but I didn’t want to hear it. I was already starting to feel confused and memories of what our first mate did, flashed in my head.

As angry as I was, I couldn’t kill him, not unless he put up a fight and right now, it didn’t look like he was going to do that.

I spotted an opening between his men, so I decided to release my mates neck. Before he had a chance to react, I took off in a full sprint running away from him. My heart hurt and I was more confused then ever. I knew I should of killed him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I really wish Chloe was around, so I could talk to her. I feel so alone and lost at the moment.

I ran for hours, making sure to change directions frequently. I also followed a creek for a while, to make sure that no one was following me.

It was now morning time and I hadn’t stopped moving all night. I was practically going in circles, trying to rub my scent everywhere to confuse anyone that stubbled upon it.

I couldn’t sleep, I was conflict and not able to relax. I decided to go hunting, maybe some breakfast would help.

It didn’t take long before I came across a deer, it was drinking from a creek and hadn’t sensed my presence. The excitement started to rise in me. I’m a wolf after all, hunting is a primal instinct and I could use the distraction right now.

Like the predator that I am, I lowered my body to the ground and approached the deer slowly, using the tall grass to hide my form.

I saw the deer raise its head and sniff the air. I knew it could smell me and if I didn’t act fast, I would lose my meal. Without waiting another second, I pounced and landed on the animals back.

I moved so quickly, the deer didn’t have time to process what was happening. I tore his neck out with my canines, killing him instantly.

I like to hunt, but I’m not cruel. I put my prey out of it’s misery as fast as possible. I also consume whatever I hunt, nothing goes to waste.

I ate one of the hind legs, until I was completely full. When I was done, I went into the creek and cleaned myself off. The b***d blended with the colour of my fur, but I hate the feel when it dries and clumps up. Not to mention, it gets stinky if left for to long. That’s what happened to most feral wolves, they don’t care after awhile and end up looking and smelling like s**t.

Once done, I grabbed the deer by the throat and dragged it along with me. There was still a lot of meat left and I knew exactly where to take it.

I reached a small clearing in the forest and approached a small 10X10 wooden cabin. It was a rustic little place, with round logs that formed the exterior walls. It wasn’t big, but it was cozy.

“Hey Scar, where ya been? We’ve missed you.” I heard Betty’s voice greet me. I saw her standing on the small front porch of the cabin, holding a broom in her hand. She had a big smile on her face, when she saw me.

Betty and her husband Tom are rogues, they are in their mid 60’s and the sweetest couple. Two years ago, I stumbled upon their cabin while I was out hunting and found 5 rogues attacking them. I didn’t know them at the time, but I noticed they were losing the fight. Her husband was seriously injured, but remained in front of Betty trying to protect her against the rogues. It was the first time since becoming a rogue, that I felt anything for someone else. I had this overwhelming need to protect them. I could tell right away, that they were good people, just trying to live peacefully on their own in the forest.

I made the decision that day, to fight and protect them. I killed all 5 rogues myself. Betty was in tears when the fight was over. Her husband was unconscious from his wounds, but Betty was already looking after him. She continued to thank me, until I found enough strength to walk away. I felt this warm sensation in my heart, when I thought about them. Betty reminded me of my mother for some reason.

After that day, I hunted not only for myself but for them as well. I would drop off whatever animal I killed for them, at their front door. I don’t know how they became rogues, but I’m sure there was a good reason for it. Neither one of them has a mean bone in their body. There’s no way they deserved a rogue lifestyle, it’s a tough way to live and very few people would chose to live like this.

It brought me some form of peace, knowing that I could ease their struggles a bit, by providing them with food. I wouldn’t stick around for long, I would simply drop the kill and leave. I would do a perimeter check first, to make sure they weren’t in any danger. It became my weekly routine.

Betty would always talk to me, even though I stayed in wolf form and never replied. After the third visit, she decided to call me Scar, short for Scarlet. She said it suited me because of my red fur. I didn’t care, she could call me whatever she wanted. It was comforting though, hearing someone’s voice again.

What do you have there?” Betty asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I dropped the deer at the bottom of the stairs to the porch, where Betty was standing.

“What would we do without you, Scar? You’re a true blessing from the moon goddess.” She said, as she wiped a few tears from her cheeks. Her response was the same every week. I could see how appreciative she was, when I brought them food.

I started to feel exhausted. Seeing Betty caused a calmness to wash over me and I was finally relaxing. Maybe the fact that I had a full stomach was also helping.

I usually didn’t stay long at the cabin, but for some reason, today I wanted Betty and Tom close to me. I walked up the porch and collapsed onto the ground. I curled up into a ball and it didn’t take long for sleep to consume me.