His Warrior Mate [On Hold]

Chapter 1

Sitting on the bus with a plain backpack in the seat next to me, no one would ever suspect that I was inhuman. I looked just like the rest of them, with my dangerously straight brown hair and normal green eyes. In truth, the fact that creatures like me walked about the humans unidentified was probably the most horrifying thing I could think of.

Just kidding. I've seen things worse than that. Done things worse than that. 

The air was filled with the scent of wolves and I felt rather sick. I had inherited enhanced senses, it was something all of us Nephilim had, but not in all my years had I grown accustomed to the overpowering scent of werewolf. Boy, they stunk. 

The bus jarred to a halt with a screech of the brakes, and I jumped down the stairs, swinging my bag over my shoulder and coughing at the dust that was raised when the bus took off. "I don't know why you're in such a big hurry you asshole!" I shouted behind him and flipped the driver off, then headed down the street.

The city itself wasn't dusty, it was just the road out of town that was. The rest was surrounded with acres of trees, and a faint fog stretched across the town. I took a deep whiff and noted the weak scent of humans, buried beneath the strong one of wolves. No wonder they chose this place. The fog hides most of them when they run around as big furry beasts.

I chuckled to myself at the mental image.

Three figures emerged out of the fog, bowing their heads to me in respect. "Alpha Tempo," they said in monotone voices. I nodded at them and they turned, fully expecting me to follow. Hmph. Giving their back to someone they barely knew and likely didn't trust? Doesn't sound too smart.

"Wait a second, when did I become an Alpha? Knock that off, it makes me sound old and cynical," I huffed and shouldered past them while they paused to stare at me in bewilderment and amazement. I didn't really care for it at all, so I just kept walking and followed their tracks back to the pack house. 

"Baby T!" Ricky shouted, bounding down the stairs two at a time and wrapping his arms around me in a bone crushing hug. 

"Stop it! I'm only a month younger than you!" I cried in mock hurt, peeling his arms off of me. "Take this to my room, slave," I paused, "I still haven't forgotten that bet. You owe me a week of slave work. Hop on it, wolf-boy."

Ricky pouted and took my bag from me, leaping back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He returned in the blink of an eye, and bowed, placing one hand behind his back, one hand in the front, and bending at the waist.

"My majesty. Let me lead to the way to Phil." He responded, looking me in the eye and throwing his head back in a laugh before becoming completely serious again and leading me down the hallway to a huge oaken door.

He opened the door and I stepped in, greeted by the sight of Phil typing angrily at his computer, not even acknowledging my presence. I waved, then shuffled my feet, and then went into an elaborate dance trying to get his attention.

Nothing.

"Phil! Is that any way to treat your favorite goddaughter?" I shouted in his ear, and he jumped a mile high, smacking his head on the low ceiling. He cursed and rubbed at his head while I sat there laughing and pointing at him like an idiot.

He glared at me. "Nice to see you too, Tempo." My laughter faded and I stared at him, the tension in the air growing. "Where have you been? You missed Jackson learning how to drive! You should've been there, he hit a tree!" Phil shouted, pulling me into a hug.

I chuckled, hugging him back. "That sounds like Jackson. He never was good at those racing games."

"Hey!" shouted an angry looking Jackson who had just arrived in the room. I burst out into fresh peels of laughter and he pulled me out of Phil's arms and into his own, body vibrating like mine as laughs wracked our bodies.

I pulled myself out of his embrace. "OK, OK, we've said our hellos. I'm here strictly for business," I paused, looking at the two of them, "and then, once all this war business is over, we can have a good old fashioned water gun fight- just like old times."

"Hurrah to that!" The two of them shouted, raising imaginary glasses. I shook my head at their antics and pulled them into another hug, glad to be back amongst my adopted family.

 A knock on my door startled me out of my daze, and I realized I had been staring at a wall thinking for the past several minutes. This war business is really going to my head. What's different with this one compared to the others?

I didn't want to know the answer to that.

I yanked open the door and found myself nose to chest with a guy. His scent was delicious, but I couldn't allow myself to go into my weird tastes right now. I glanced up and met the eyes of a modern day Adonis. 

"Who are you, are what do you want?" I snapped, feeling an odd tugging feeling in my heart, urging me to leap into this hunky dude's arms and kiss him until we ran out of breath.

What. The. Hell.

"Mate," he growled, wrapping his arms around me and crashing me to him. He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled my scent.

Weird.

It felt good to be in his arms, our bodies fit together perfectly. Being this close to him brought me a strange sort of warmth. Wait a second, did he just say mate? I thought that was a wolf thing! I can't have a mate, that ruins the plans!

I pushed him away. "Hold on there cowboy." I told him, and he looked hurt that I had shoved him back. "Don't come in here claiming you're my 'mate.' I don't even know who you are, and I still want to know what you're doing here."

He puffed his chest out. "I'm Alpha Xander Grayson, but you can call me anytime." I rolled my eyes and wrote him off as a player.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll send you my best regards from hell, now get out of my room." I slammed the door in his face, ignoring the shot of pain that went through my heart as I did so. Dammit, I really did not need this right now. 

"You can't do this, I'm you're mate and the Alpha! I demand you open the door and acknowledge me!" He shouted from the other side of the door.

"Good luck with that, asshole! I don't answer to any of you bitches!" I slammed open the window as black wings pushed out of my back with a gentle hiss. It didn't hurt any longer to get my wings out, but the rest of the transformation always left me sore and I tried my best to refrain from completing the process.

The door burst open with a splintering crack, and an angry looking Xander stood there. I gave him the peace sign and jumped out of the third story window.

Author's Note: Hello people of......Mars? 

This is my second attempt at a werewolf story, and this time I'm attempting it at a different approach! This chapter was kind of a filler really, just her arriving in town and finding her mate. The real plot doesn't start until the next chappie. 

Anyway my lovelies, I'd really like to hear your opinions so far! Was it good? Was it bad? Should it be longer? What else could I add? Why am I asking you these questions?

So, my beautiful panda minions, please go vote, comment, fan, whatever you feel like doing!

Buh-bye! 

~WolfsbaneWriter