Page 11 of Remy & the Wildcat

The moment the middle wolf turned to her, she knew in her heart that he was her truemate.

And what were the odds of that?

That she’d been drawn to this particular section of Kentucky on this night when her truemate was out with his family for a full moon run? It seemed impossible, but fate was like that she supposed.

Remy.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and while she couldn’t make out his features exactly, what she’d seen she liked a lot. Her cat was purring so loud she could hardly think straight.

Remy snarled as she told him that she was at risk of being killed if she didn’t find her mate. She really liked his protective streak.

He felt powerful to her, like he was a born alpha.

“Are you alpha of the wolf pack?” she asked. Because it was a bit of an issue if he was already in charge of a group of shifters. He might not want to leave everything and join her in leading the pride.

He rocked back on his heels. “No, actually. I’m from Allen, but I don’t live here anymore. My mom’s an Angel Mate. Do you know what that is?”

Thyme shook her head.

“Before I launch into the story, are you safe?”

She blinked with a frown. “What?”

“You said you were in danger if you didn’t find your mate, and first and foremost, I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Oh yeah, I am. It’s a bit of a long story, too, though.”

“Do you need to call anyone? Let them know where you are?”

“I can leave a message for Liam, one of the elders, but he’s out with the pride until close to dawn. Is there somewhere we can go to talk?”

“Yep. I’m staying at my folks’, I drove an RV to town. It’s close enough that we can walk to their house and we can hang out in the RV so we have privacy.”

“That works,” she said. “So tell me about Angel Mates.”

“You should tell me your story first, it seems like things are dangerous for you.”

They started walking deeper into the woods. She took his hand, grateful to have found him. Not just because he’d stepped in and saved her from having to fight a few wolves, but because he was her truemate and who she’d been hoping to find after so long. He was exactly what she’d been wanting: a big, strong, protective male to help her lead her people. Alpha pairs for wildcat prides were a duo, both equal in power and relying on each other to take care of their people. Even though the authority of the position came through the family line, her mate’s authority would be equal to hers.

Her parents, according to what her dad had said, were a perfect alpha pair and balanced each other well. Her birth mother was kind and gracious, slow to anger, and the direct opposite of what her dad was: a bit of an asshole with a hair-trigger temper who didn’t trust most people.

Thyme took after her mom.

But Remy didn’t seem like too much of an asshole, at least at the moment.

She told him about her family and pride, about the laws that gave her the right to lead, but only after she took a mate.

“So Leif petitioned the elders to take over. He secured a mating promise from a pride female and wants to battle me for the position of alpha. I can fight. Human or in my shift. But Leif is stronger and faster than me, and he’s ten times more volatile and dangerous. Even if the elders said he couldn’t kill me, I believe he’d try and possibly succeed, or at least hurt me gravely.” She sighed. “Liam, the elder, gave me until the June full moon to find a mate. And that was after he found out that Leif and my stepmom threatened or cajoled the unmated males to promise not to mate me. They’re deliberately making me fight because no male will mate me.”

Remy gave her hand a squeeze. “It’s different now, though, because you and I are truemates.”

They stopped walking. Just beyond a line of pines was a house with every light on and several people who appeared to be standing guard. “That’s Alpha Jason and his mate Cadence’s home. The young pack members, and non-shifting mates hang out here while the pack hunts.”

“That’s neat. None of our people have non-shifting mates, but the young stay home with a parent on the full moons.”

“How big is your pride?”

“Sixty-five.”

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