Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“Well, when mates find each other, they do something that’s called ‘marking’, essentially, it’s like marking one’s possession, and a mate is a wolf’s possession. Think of it as a brand if you will, like if you were to brand cattle on a farm. Each farmer or rancher has a specific brand that helps find loss cattle,”
“Right…”
“Well, whoever sees this mark on my neck will know that I belong to my mate. It lets them know that I’m taken, happily taken,” she smiled.
“So, does everyone in this pack have mates,”
“Oh goddess no, I would say about only a third of the wolves in our pack have found their mates, or at least, are with their mates,”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, there are in some instances that when mates find each other, one will reject the other,”
“Why would they do that, if they’re soul mates?”
“Everyone has their reasons, but I would say that majority of the time, the reasons are selfish and unprecedented,”
“Can you give me an example?”
“Mmm…I know some will reject their mate based on their rank. For example, a higher-level wolf may reject a lower-level wolf just because they’re lower-level. Another reason would because of persuasion from a third-party, or in most extreme cases, one has a lover or mistress they would rather be with than their mate,” “Does that happen often?”
“No, I don’t think so. I would say that about 95% of mates that find each other want to be with each other. We’re taught from a very young age that mates are special gifts from the moon goddess, the mother of all werewolves and that we should cherish those gifts, regardless of who they are or where they come from,”
“Wyatt said that humans can be mated to wolves too, is that true?”
“Yes, and not just humans. Any supernatural can be mated to a wolf. I have heard of vampires being mated wolves, witches, wizards, demons, warlocks, and even fairies,”
“Wait, are you saying all those supernatural and existential creatures actually exist!?”
“Yes, they do. They just hide in plain sight. As you know, the supernatural are naturally feared by humans, but there are also some humans that would want us to experiment on us, or hunt us for game and money,”
“So, hunters and traffickers of the supernatural essentially,”
“Precisely,” Joy and I chatted a little bit longer, and then the doctor came back in. They both wheeled me to radiology and did a full x-ray, along with more precise x-rays were most of my injuries were.
After about forty minutes, they wheeled me back to my room, where they helped me get dressed in a hospital uniform and hooked me to a couple of other machines.
“Victor, I’m going to put some morphine and vitamins into your IV okay? These will help you heal faster, and also help with numbing the pain. We will have someone bring you breakfast shorty, and I’ll come back with some ice water for you,” Joy said.
“Thank you,” she and doctor left me alone with my goon-squad at the door. I laid back and just relaxed. I thought about my parents and about Gina. I was heartbroken knowing that whoever kidnapped me killed her. To them, she was collateral damage. My poor parents, I was their only child, and they had to bury me, even though I’m right here.
I really wanted to go home and tell them that I’m alright, but everything that Wyatt said about my not being meant to survive what happened played over and over in my head. I couldn’t risk contacting my family. It would put them in danger, and I couldn’t live with myself if my selfishness put them in harm’s way. About twenty minutes later, another nurse came in with a tray of food,
“Hello, Victor, my name is Irene, I’ve been tasked with bringing your meals to you while you’re in the ICU,”
“Nice to meet you, Irene. I guess you don’t have a mate?”
“What’s makes you say that?” she asked while lifting the lid off the plate and sliding the tabletop over me and helping me sit up, “You don’t have a mark,” I replied pointing at her neck.
“Well, it’s kind of a complicated situation. I am seeing someone, and technically, we are mates, but we have to keep it hush-hush,” “Why?”
“It’s complicated like I said, but we love each other, and we’re both hoping we can mark each other in next the month or so,”
“Why so long?” She just gave me a look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I’m just trying to understand your species,”
“Well, my personal life has nothing to do with our species. Now eat,” she said with a demanding tone and I just smirked. I looked down at the plate and was surprised to see biscuit with gravy, ham, potato chunks, and scrambled eggs. Irene poured me some water and left me to my meal.
***Rylee’s P.O.V.***
After breakfast, Wyatt and Kendrick went to the office and left me the girls with Jason. Michelle joined us. We were all in my office scouring the internet for any other potential missing teens and young adults, and we ended up finding another dozen or so potential matches.
“This is crazy, how many potential matches is that?” I asked. Milan counted. “Almost 125,”
“As of right now, the only one we’re for sure of is Victor, only because he survived,”
“This is horrible, all these kids are potential kidnap victims and are being turned into artificial rogues, who would do something like this?” Michelle said looking at the files on the table and at the map,”
“Mel, what’s the oldest case you found,” Jason asked.
“Ummm…The oldest case so far is from October of this year, there doesn’t appear to be any other articles or missing person reports that match the parameters we’re looking for,”
“Wait what?” I looked at her. “October what?”
“Uhhh…October 11 why?”
“That’s eight days after my birthday,” everyone looked at me. “That’s also three days after I came here,”
“When was the first attack?” Jason asked.
“The day after my heat ended,” Melody said, “Which was almost three weeks after Rylee got here,”
“Victor said he lost two weeks of his memory, right?” Jason asked me and I nodded. “If that time pattern holds up, then that would mean, kids, started being kidnapped right after Rylee left Halfmoon,” “Wait, are you saying that these Rogues are after me?” I asked looking at him in shock.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?