Mated to a Human

Chapter 2

Chapter 2      

Chaskai, Aaron and Skylar pulled up to their home deep in the woods and shut the car off, sitting in the dark.

"Okay so how do we get them together?"

"It's a bit of a pickle isn't it..?"Chaskai grumbled.

They talked amongst themselves as they walked into the house. Chaskai was greeted by a squealing, short, red headed woman. His mate.

"Finally home! I've missed you!" She beamed.

"I've missed you, too, little wolf." Chaskai smiled.

"Hey, Nadia. We exist, too." Aaron sighed.

The red head giggled.

"Hi guys, welcome home."

"Hey, Nadia." Skylar said, less joyful than usual.

"Awe, Sky? What's the matter?"

"He found his mate." Aaron said.

"Oh, that's great! Absolutely wonderful! Why are you upset about it?"

"He's not upset about finding his mate. It's how he's going to approach her." Chaskai said.

"What? Just talk to her, like you did when you first saw her." Nadia said, in a duh tone.

Skylar shook his head.

"I didn't speak to her. I saw her in wolf form."

"She knows you're a wolf?! Already?!"

"No. She knows my wolf. She doesn't know me." Skylar tried to explain.

"I see. How'd you manage that?"

"Funny story actually." Aaron chuckled nervously, knowing they were all about to get an ear full.

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Cheyenne finished her cleaning up after the slight surgical situation she had to undergo.

Just as she finished wiping down the table, Greta came in.

Cheyenne smiled.

"6:30 on the dot, Greta. It never seases to amaze me that you get here on time every day."

"Well, I've got nothing better to do." Greta smiled.

Cheyenne smiled back.

"Have a nice night?" Cheyenne asked her.

"Oh, it was like any other night. I made myself some pasta that my mother used to make. Absolutely delicious."

"You'll have to make it for me sometime." Cheyenne smiled.

"Do you have dinner tonight?"

"I was going to order out."

"Then I'm coming tonight. Right after my shift. At 7:45."

"I'll be home, waiting for you."

"Would you mind picking some things up for me dear? For the pasta?"

"Of course, it's not a problem."

Cheyenne went to her desk and grabbed a sheet of paper and pen, handing it to Greta.

"Thank you."

Greta began to scribble away at the sheet of paper.

"Any emergencies last night?" Greta asked, without looking up from the paper.

Cheyenne was quiet for a bit. She knew that if she told Greta about the wounded wolf, she'd ask wounded by what. Given that the wolf was a gun shot victim, she would have to report it. From the look of those obnoxiously gorgeous men, they didn't want anyone to know.