Marking his mate - A Silver Shifter Series 2

Chapter 4- Elisa

I forgot how dark it could get out here on the farm. I could see Hunter's outline, but I couldn't see his face. Even though the moon was full I still couldn't see. When I realised, he left after he marked me, I felt empty. I wanted to be angry for what he did, I wanted to feel violated or mistreated. Which I did at first, especially when Grace told me to let him heal it. I wanted to run from him, I wanted to yell at him. But when I learnt he had left. I felt upset, and confused, how could I yell at him if he wasn't here? Logan and Grace continued to ask me if this was okay and if this was what I would be happy with. Logan told me that most shifters would talk to their mates about the bite before it happened. None of them had ever heard of a shifter marking their mate so impulsively like that. I did wonder if this was a mark, and if Hunters' bear just did attack me like a normal bear. But the mark had healed, Logan said that it was a mate mark and not just a bite. That he could now smell Hunter's scent on me. When Hunter left, I thought maybe he did mean it, that it was an accident which was why he was so upset.

Rory told me that Hunter was probably more upset that he had hurt me. Hunter's mark was crazy, I could see it in the mirror. It really looked like he had tried to rip a chunk out of me. Which made a little bit of sense since Mellick was crazy, he was impulsive and unpredictable. When he told me that it wasn't a mistake, that he wanted me, I knew this was right. I wasn't going to reject him or think that I wasn't good enough for him. I had seen what happened even when a female tried to move away from their mate. Grace had thought she wasn't good enough for Logan, but he came after her anyway. I knew it would just be easier if I accepted this. Also, Hunter was gorgeous, and he was a McKenzie. All the other McKenzie men were lovely, caring, and attentive people. Why wouldn't I want someone like that? I was his mate. He was my mate. This was going to happen, whether he liked it or not.

"I can drive you home," Hunter said.

"I don't want to go home," I said.

"It's not safe for you here, I don't know if I can keep him under..." Hunter said.

"He isn't going to hurt me, what was that in the yard?" I asked. He never answered my question when I asked what it was. I couldn't see anything when we were in the paddock not even an outline. But I heard the twig break, I heard the breathing of an animal.

"It was a cow," Hunter lied.

"Mellick doesn't react that way because of a cow, what was it?" I asked. Hunter looked away for a moment.

"I think it was a wild cat, I'm not sure," he said.

"It's just a wild cat, I've seen them before," I said. Which I had. Even though I hadn't had a lot of time to see the place. Sia and I had been on some of the short, more popular walking trails. There were wild cats living in the mountains and most of the time they would keep to themselves.

"When?" he asked, his voice was a little concerned.

"When we go hiking through the woods," I said shrugging. It wasn't like we were the only people that did it. This part of the country was known for its walking tracks. There's even a trail at the back of our house that leads to a clearing.

"You shouldn't do that it's dangerous," he said.

"Stop treating me like a doll, I'm not going to break," I snapped at him. Grace used to do that, treat me like I was some young naïve girl who didn't know the world. I might have not had a hard childhood, because of what Grace sacrificed for me. But that didn't mean I didn't know how terrible the world could be.

"I'm not treating you like that; I'm just concerned. They told me you were the nice one," Hunter said with the hit of a tease.

"I am the nice one," I snapped back. I was the nice one, I wasn't cautious or prejudiced like Grace used to be. Even though Grace is very nice, she was very cautious. She has gotten better since being in Silver Thread Valley, but she always worried about people she didn't know. I also wasn't like Sia who was blunt, sometimes borderline rude. I was the nice one, I always asked if people were okay; and always stopped to help people if they had a problem. I didn't think that people were generally mean. I knew I was the reason that we had forgiven Mum over and over again. Even when she didn't deserve it.