Chapter Four

Payton

Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you, or been put in a chock hold so tight you can't breathe and you turn blue? Maybe that's the wrong description, it feels more like being drunk. Being drunk was a human experience that didn't apply to my kind but that's how I felt. High, disoriented, dazed, and discombobulated all at once. Even in my wolf form, I staggered. Too many were happening at once, I've only had this feeling one other time and that did not end well. I didn't have time to dwell or even attempt to figure that out as that demon vampire was back and he was closing in on my location fast.

"Wynter you need to give back control right now!!".

"Not yet I want to be with our mate for while".

"WHAT!!? WHAT MATE!!? Reed is nowhere near here Wynter". I should know, last time Gabe check in he was in Canada.

"We have a different mate now Payton, strange but very powerful, he'll be good to us". What the hell was she talking about? The only person for miles on this mountain is that dame vampire and he was closing in.

"Wait a minute, are you saying that fucking demon vampire is our mate cause that's not possible Wynter. "He can't be out mate we already have one remember him"?

What I said must have hit a nerve with Wynter because she lets me have control but it was too late, he was here. I remained in my wolf form because things could get ugly real fast. The first thing that hit me was his scent, a mixture of citrus and chocolate, no wonder I felt drunk. I moan at the delicious smell. In my wolf form, it sounded like something was stuck in my throat. He was definitely my mate. He showed no aggression, so neither did, I was not prepared to fight something as unknown as he was.

He stars walking towards us and I turned and ran back across the barrier, and it closes behind me. My house was a good fifteen from the wolf den, I made it back in eight, shifted, and dressed right away.

I grabbed the first pair of underwear that I saw then a pair of blue jeans a black sweater with snow boots and a jacket. Once I was dressed started packing up my room; it wasn't safe here anymore. I was getting my spell books when a shiver ran through my body.

"HOLY FUCK!!, that's not fucking possible, he crossed over".

I ran to the Window just in time to see him cross over and run towards my house. He had to have come down the mountain to cross the barrier here, which means, he knew where my house was, as how I could only imagine. This barrier was created by one of the most powerful witches alive, nothing supernatural gets in or out that was written into the spell. I ran across the room to my closet and grabbed a pair of daggers. I ran back to the window just in time to see him come to a stop at my door. I stuck the daggers in the side of my boots, pried the window open, and jumped out landing in a crouch in the snow. He was standing less than twenty feet away in fitted black jeans with a black t-shirt that looks like it was tattooed onto his skin and black combat boots.

"What the hell do you want"?

Nickolai

There she was, she was beautiful. Vladimir didn't mention anything about vampires and werewolves being bonded together but I could care less. Four hundred years of waiting, there was nothing and no one that would move me from her side.

….Flashback….

"There you are", I should've figured this was where you wandered off to. "I spent an hour following your scent all over town".

"What do you want Nickolai"?

"I just wanted to check on you Vladimir; you haven't been yourself as of late and I'm starting to worry".

"I'm fine but thanks for your concern".

"Now look me in the eye and say that, you've been coming to this place every day for the past month, why? What's so special about it? I'm starting to worry about you, Vladimir".

"My beloved is here".

"Your what"?

"For good heavens that maker of yours really didn't teach you damn thing did she. A beloved is what vampires call their soul mate".

"Seriously Vladimir, what the hell has gotten into you, soul mates, really? There is no such thing".

"On the contrary my friend, there is. All supernatural spices have different names for it but it's all the same.

"You're joking right"?

"Far from it, the werewolves call their other halves mate, witches & warlocks would say their bewitched and the vampires beloved, like I said different names but it all means the same thing ".

"Wow! Ok, so you think your someone*** whatever you just said is here?".

"Beloved; and yeah, you see the redhead over there"?

"Yeah".

"That's her, her name is Matilda".

"Okay, but if she's as you say yours why are you not with her, why come every day to just spy on her".

"I was not spying, Nickolai, she's human".

"I can see that, what's the problem"?

"That is the problem, the number one rule among all supernatural is that humans never know of our existence. The only exception to that rule is if you find your soul mate and they are human you're allowed to tell them what you are, granted that they will become what you are".

"You're not saying what I think you're saying right"?

"Yes, I am if I'm to be with her she will have to become what I am. I can't condemn anyone, especially her to this life".

"So what are you going to do"?

"Am not sure yet but for now am content with just watching over her".

"Okay, in that case, do you mind if I say a little longer, you can tell me more about all this beloved stuff".

"Yeah, sure".

I've never met a werewolf with white fur before if not for her odd multicolour eyes she could have simply merged into the snow and no one would be any wiser. Said eyes held my stare, guarded, she was trying to see if I was a threat. I stood still long enough for her to identify my scent, unless she shifts back to her human form I won't be able to communicate with her. She growls lowly, and something for a deep unknown unbreathing part of my heart ached to go to her and comfort her. I took only two steps forward before she turns and bolted. I watch as she runs right through the barrier and I went to follow only to end up being thrown into the air and crashing into a goddamn tree.

"Son of a bitch! Not this again". There was only one place she would go from here, home, which is further down the mountain and I was hot on her heel. Her actions were understandable but still hurt, she knew what I was to her, granted it's odd to find yourself a wolf, mated to a vampire but it was not unheard of. I expected some reluctance but this was just childish. Luckily I came prepared.

I came to a stop at the section of the barrier where her home was. Gwendolyn is one of the very few people in existence that I considered a friend, she was almost as old as I was and one of the most powerful witches I've ever met. According to her, a barrier like this was meant to keep out anything supernatural or anything that poses a threat. She thinks that there should be a failsafe in the spell that created the barrier and all I had to do to cross it was proof that I wasn't a threat, supernaturally or otherwise.

I walked up to it, took a deep breath, and made sure all sides of myself and my powers were under control before raising a hand to the barrier. The barrier opens up and walked right through. I picked up her scent right away and took off running at full speed and in no time I was standing at her front door. I was about to knock on the door when movements from my left caught my eye and I turn just in time to see her Jumping from the window and Landing in a crouch in the snow a few feet away from me.

She threw her head back and her hair fell back over her shoulders. The action itself was so arousing then she looked at me with those eyes, dear god, I've never seen eyes like those before. My shaft hardens immediately and my blood boiled with desire, even with her glaring murderously at me.

"Who are you and how the fuck did you cross my barrier"?

That's not the welcome I'd hoped for but with all things considered, I count myself lucky.

"Why ask questions you already know the answer to, as for the barrier I just showed it that I wasn't a threat".

"Last chance, who the fuck, are you, and what do you want?"

I wasn't a threat but I could tell she felt threatened, who knows how long she has been up here in her own world and now here I was. I didn't miss the pair of daggers in her booths either. "My name is Nickolai, I'm your beloved and you are mine, I mean you no harm".

Her eyes turned from their hypnotic grey-blue colour to burning yellow. Werewolves were known to be very temperamental and aggressive especially when threatened. She took out pairs of daggers from her boots. The pair of silver daggers glisten even without the help of the sun, each blade a foot long with an indentation on its edges every five centimetres, the cross-guard was an intricate design that I don't think I've ever seen before. The leather-bound hilt, made to fit her hands perfectly completed with the darkest emerald I've ever seen at its pommel. "You can't seriously want to fight right now". It was highly unlikely that she didn't know what I was to her, even if she didn't believe my words, surely she could trust her own instinct.

Her eyes changed from yellow to red and back to yellow and then she smiles at me. A smile so sweet it took my breath away and I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was but since she was coming towards me with daggers I held my tongue. She dropped the daggers at her feet when she came to stand in front of me and I breathe a sigh of relief. She raised her hand to my face and run her fingers across my cheeks, "My name's Wynter the human's name is Payton". Her voice had become deep and raspy but still as beautiful.

"We've been through a lot mate, she whispered, "We had wolf mate before you that rejected us, he did bad things to hurt us so we cursed him". The shift in personality caught me off, guard

"We, who's we?"

"I'm Wynter the wolf half, the human half goes by Payton".

"It's lovely to meet you, Wynter, you are very beautiful". The beast was welcoming, it showed no farm of aggression, unlike her human.

"Thank you mate you are beautiful too". She leaned in and rubbed her cheek against mine in greeting and I reciprocated before she pulled back.

"Listen carefully I don't have long, the human is pushing for control".

"Okay"

I listen to what my love had to say and by the time she was done, I was in a fit of rage. The need to rip the bastard's throat out overwhelmed me. My fangs were etching for blood and I felt the change coming and was powerless to stop it as blinding rage consumed me. I manage to push Wynter out of the way before my hold body erupted in flames.

Payton

Sometimes I forget that Wynter is a beta wolf. She's determined to have the freaky vampire with wings for a mate. I on the other hand not so much. When he wouldn't tell me what he wanted I got pissed and was about to encase him in ice when Wynter took over completely, the next thing I knew I had a raging vampire threatening to kill, not to mention we were on a snow-covered mountain and the guy was on fucking fire.

"Wynter! What did you do"?

"I told him about our last mate and what he did to us; he did not take it well".

"You think, and why did you tell him that".

"You were not going to accept him; I needed him to understand why".

"And how is that working out for you"?

"We have to get him to stop".

"And how do you suppose we do that the guy's on fire for the love of God".

"Go to him, hold him, our touch will calm him".

"What!"

"I'll take the pain and we'll heal, go now or he'll melt the whole mountain". I looked down at my feet I was already standing in water; water that was now up to my ankle and rising.

"Come on! Are you sure about this Wynter"?

"Yes! Now go, he's working himself up more"

Here goes nothing. Breaking into a Sprint I ran the short distance between us, which was literally two leaps, did I mention this guy is huge? Braving the heat I jumped on him wrapping my arms and legs around him. In a matter of seconds, my clothes were burnt away and my skin exposed to the flames, but as Wynter had promised there was no pain.

"His name is Nickolai, call to him".

"Nickolai, you need to calm down right now! Nickolai!! ... Nickolai wakes the hell up. He doesn't respond and I can hear water rushing and us sinking further down into the earth. I'm going to kick his ass for this late. There was only one thing I could think of that was going to work now because calling out to him sure as hell wasn't and I wasn't sure how much longer Wynter could continue to take the pain and heal us at the same time.

I moved fast, not wanting to think about it too much or the fact that his mouth like everywhere else of his body was on fire. I fused my lips to his, hard and angry. We were inside my barrier so I didn't have to worry about some human desk jockey somewhere wondering why the sun had decided to branch off and landed on some random Montana mountaintop but I needed him to snap the hell out of it before he burns the entire mountain down which at this point seems interiorly possible.

I put everything I had into the kiss. When felt his body stiffen and his lip starts moving against mine I deepen the kiss even more; his arms came up and wrapped around my waist holding me to him.

Turns out deepening the kiss had been an idea. His mouth moved against mine hesitantly then built into a slow steady pace before it morphed into hunger. He was starting to crush me and when I tried pulling out of his hold it tighten even further.

There was no slow build, the pain was instantaneous.

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!