Page 6 of My Fated Mate

Big Daddy strikes again. Honestly, sometimes my father forgets I'm not a pup anymore.

"Well, he made a mistake if he sent you to chaperone me through the woods I grew up in, because you are definitely the worst chaperone. Let’s go have some fun," I declare with a grin.

He returns it, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Yes, my lady. Let’s do just that."

Without wasting another moment, we both start to strip, our clothes falling to the forest floor as we shift into our werewolf forms. I'm not even the least bit shy—it's not like Finn and I haven't seen each other like this since we were little pups.

Once there was a rumor about us having feelings for each other and getting married.

But other rumors were circulating among the pack about Finn having a crush on one of the warriors.

We love each other but would never have those types of feelings for each other. And besides, he’s too busy pining after a guy who’s part of the pack’s warriors.

We sometimes play along to the rumors because it’s fun, and we know it’s not real.

As our bodies transform, I feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through me. Running in my wolf form is pure freedom, and I relish every moment.

Finn and I take off into the forest, our howls echoing through the trees as we race through the undergrowth. This is what it means to be truly alive, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Finn is sleek and muscular in his wolf form, with a coat of dark fur that gleams in the sunlight. On the other hand, I am smaller and more agile, with a coat of silver-gray fur that blends seamlessly with the shadows.

As Finn and I tear through the forest, our spirits soaring as we revel in the joy of the hunt, a sense of friendly competition brews between us.

I can feel the thrill of the chase pulsing through my veins, driving me to push myself harder and faster.

With a mischievous grin, I glance over at Finn, who meets my gaze with a competitive gleam in his eyes.

You're not going to beat me that easily, Finn,

I pick up speed as we race through the undergrowth. But just as I'm about to pull ahead, a low growl echoes through the trees, freezing us both in our tracks.

My heart pounds in my chest as I slowly turn to face the source—a massive bear shifter standing before us, its eyes glinting with malice, ready to charge us.

Instinct kicks in, and I lower myself into a defensive stance, ready to protect Finn and myself.

It looks like we interrupted the bear shifters’ eating frenzy.I think wryly, narrowing my eyes at the bear shifter.

Finn steps up beside me, “I don’t think we can run.” His stance is tense but determined. "You think we can take him, Elowen?" he whispers uncertainly.

I smirk, stretching my paws as I prepare for battle. "Of course we can, Finn. Let’s see what he does," My sassy response masks the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As the bear shifter charges at us, its massive form barreling toward us with frightening speed, my heart races. With a fierce growl, I leap forward to meet the challenge head-on, my muscles coiled with anticipation.

With lightning-fast reflexes, I dodge the bear shifter's initial swipe, narrowly avoiding its razor-sharp claws.

I counter with a swift kick to its side, but the bear shifter retaliates with a powerful swipe of its paw, sending me sprawling to the forest floor.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, my senses sharpen, and I quickly roll to my paws to face my opponent once more.

Finn is at my side instantly, his growls echoing mine as we stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to defend ourselves.

With a fierce battle cry, the bear shifter lunges at us, but this time, I'm ready.

I launch forward with all the strength and agility of a true alpha, meeting the bear shifter head-on in a flurry of claws and teeth.

Growls echo through the forest. Finn and I land several solid hits, each blow driving the bear shifter back a step, but it refuses to go down without a fight.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the bear shifter staggers back, its strength waning as it struggles to keep fighting. Witha final, decisive blow, I deliver the finishing strike, sending the bear shifter crashing to the forest floor in defeat.

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