Emma's Mate (ON HOLD)

Chapter 18

Emma Smith

In the midst of the moonlit night, deep within the mystical forest, I dashed through the towering trees, my wolf form gliding effortlessly, the gentle breeze caressing my fur. Christopher, my cherished mate, my eternal soulmate, pursued me with playful determination, his laughter resonating through the enchanted woods.

With a sudden burst of energy, he pounced forward, his strong arms enveloping my wolfish figure. I playfully resisted, twisting and turning, but his grip remained firm and unyielding.

"Caught you!" he exclaimed, his warm breath brushing against my fur.

Drawing me closer, his lips brushed against my ear, his voice a tender whisper. "Elizabeth, I love you," he murmured.

In a graceful shift, I transformed back into my human form, standing before him, our eyes locked in a gaze filled with pure affection.

"I love you too, Christopher," I replied, my heart swelling with adoration.

His hands cupped my face, his eyes shimmering with adoration. "You mean everything to me."

Leaning in, our lips met in a tender kiss, the taste of his love intoxicating. We held each other tightly, our bodies entwined, our souls merging as one.

Hand in hand, we strolled through the mystical forest, our love radiating and illuminating the path before us. Engrossed in conversation, we shared our deepest hopes and dreams, our fears and aspirations, laughter filling the air as we reveled in the joy of our connection.

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint sound of leaves rustling under heavy footsteps. A sense of foreboding settled over me, causing my heart to race. It was as if the very air knew that danger was approaching. And it was right.

Ignorance and prejudice had led the hunters to our secret spot, their eyes gleaming with malice as they emerged from the shadows. Silver-coated weapons glinted in the moonlight, a chilling reminder of the danger we faced.

"There they are!" one of the hunters shouted, his voice filled with venom. "The werewolf and her human lover!"

Christopher, my mate, pulled me protectively behind him, his body shielding me from harm. His voice trembled with desperation as he urged me to run. But I couldn't leave him. I couldn't abandon the man who had captured my heart to face these monsters alone.

In a surge of adrenaline, I shifted into my werewolf form. My body was covered in a thick coat of fur, my senses heightened to their fullest potential. I growled fiercely at the hunters, baring my sharp teeth as a warning.

Laughter erupted from the hunters, their faces contorted with cruelty. "You think you can stop us, mutt?" one of them sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Without hesitation, they lunged at me, their weapons glimmering ominously. I fought back with all my strength, my claws and teeth tearing at their flesh. But their numbers were overwhelming, and they were armed with wolfsbane, a deadly poison to my kind.

A searing pain shot through my shoulder as a wolfsbane-coated arrow found its mark. The poison coursed through my veins, numbing my body and sapping my strength. I collapsed to the ground, howling in agony, my love for Christopher echoing in my cries.

My heart raced as I watched Christopher sprint towards me, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. "Elizabeth!" he cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of panic and love.

Desperate to protect me, Christopher positioned himself in front of me, attempting to shield me from the relentless hunters. But they showed no mercy, mercilessly beating him with their clubs and stabbing him with their silver-coated knives.