Lycan's Mate (His Claim) Chapter 20

Fiona POV

As if on cue, three men emerged from the trees wearing nothing but shorts. They were all shirtless and I couldn't help but blush at the sight. I wasn't used to seeing guys like this. It was an entirely new thing to me. But as I took in their appearance, I could automatically tell that these were the same wolves that were standing in front of me only minutes before. Maybe because they now stood in the same exact spots in their human form. The once beige wolf was now replaced by a young looking young man with dirty blonde hair and the same bright blue eyes. He wasn't exactly well built as the other two, but you can sense that he was a strong werewolf nonetheless. I looked over to where the pitch black wolf once stood, seeing that there was now a man who resembled Blake entirely. It was like seeing him in the future or something. The man had pitch black hair with several gray hairs here and there and dark brown eyes. His body was well built despite his obvious age. It was easy to tell that this man was possibly one of the strongest werewolves out there. Maybe even of a high rank or something. From what I could remember from reading all those werewolf stories last summer, I knew that they each had some sort of position in the werewolf pack. This man definitely was of a high one seeing how proud he stood before us all.I reluctantly looked towards where the brown wolf once stood, meeting the same hard hazel eyes that were trained solely on me. He had light brown hair and was extremely tall. His height didn't compare to the other man or Blake, but he could still tower me by a foot and some inches. His body was tensed and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. He breathed in heavily, his eyes turning a darker shade as he continued to stare at me. His gaze was starting to become unbearable and I had to look away. As if sensing my uneasiness, I heard a low growl come from Blake as he tightened his grip around my waist, pressing me closer to him.

"Are you gentlemen done already?

His loud booming voice made me jump, my eyes meeting familiar dark ones that did not belong to the man who was currently holding me against him. He sent me a small reassuring smile and I returned it with ease. I could easily tell where Blake got his charisma from

"And who do we have here?" He asked, taking a few step towards me. He glanced over his shoulder to the once brown wolf before he turned back to me. It hadn't gone completely unnoticed

"This is Fiona Christopher," Blake said proudly, pushing me slightly towards the man. He looked down at me, his breathtaking smile spreading across his lips

I smiled shyly back at him before I took the awaiting hand from this man. I gasped audibly at his strong grip and I couldn't help but notice the small chuckles that erupted around me. "Pleased to meet you, sir," I said, bowing my head. Well, that was weird, why the heck did I just do that

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Christopher. I'm Westley Black. I'm sure you can see the resemblance between Blake and I," he said with a broad smile. Of course I did, who wouldn't? He then shifted his body slightly as he motioned the beige wolf forward. As the young man stepped forward, I noticed how his eyes stayed gazing at the ground as he bowed respectfully in my direction

"This here is Lucas. He's my best friend's nephew

"Nice to meet you, Lucas," I said with a small smile, hating the fact that he never dared look in my direction. He simply nodded in response before stepping back to where he was previously standing. What was up with that guy?

My eyes widened in surprise. Blake was his son? So that meant

Westley then shifted his body to face the brown wolf who had not uttered a word since he entered the clearing

"And this here is my eldest son, Maxwell

I slowly faced Blake who avoided my gaze at all costs. He never once told me that he had an older brother. They didn't even look alike whatsoever, so Maxwell must have gotten his looks from their mother. I couldn't help but feel disappointed at the fact that he never once mentioned he had a brother to me; but then again, I barely knew anything about him. I turned back to Westley, never once acknowledging Maxwell's presence who, thankfully, was no longer staring at me like he was before. He now continued to stare hard at the ground, pushing some leaves here and there with his foot as he balanced his weight on the other. His hands were shoved inside his pockets, his muscles tensed as he took in deep breaths.

"Well I'm glad you have finally decided to tell your mate about us. It's about time I met her."

His words snapped my attention to him. What did he mean by mate? This was just like the day of the party where I seemed to keep hearing that word again and again by the students in this school. Is that just a coincidence?

I could feel Blake tense behind me. There was something he was clearly not telling me and my patience was starting to dwindle with every second that ticked by. There was more to this secret than just them being werewolves; and I was going to find out no matter how much it cost me.

I looked back up at Westley, seeing that he was running a hand through his dark hair in an awkward manner. He was staring down at the leaves below, a hint of red spreading across his cheeks. Well that was odd, even for this man who seemed to hardly show any signs of weakness or embarrassment in front of others.

"Uh….I think it'd be best you take her back home, Blake. It's getting late and her father should be home earlier today."

"Why? You let everyone out early again?" I asked, surprised that my dad was actually coming home early. It was only on rare occassions that he ever did, so the thought of him coming home at this time in the middle of week without any holiday occurring, I had to say I was startled. He was probably worrying about me since I tend to go straight home after school. Great, now I have to face the wrath of the sudden over-protective father. It only occurred whenever it was highly necessary, like today.

"Well, there was just some business that needed to be taken care of. But all is well. You kids shouldn't really be out here now. Blake should know that," he said, glaring down at his son. What could possibly be going on?

"Let's go, Fiona. It's getting late," Blake muttered, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me along with him.

I turned around and gave one final glance to his father before walking back to his car.

The car ride was filled with silence as we made our way back to my house. I kept stealing glances at his direction, disappointed to see that he had no intention about discussing what had happened. My mind was racing with questions that I was dying to ask, but I held my tongue. Enough has happened in one day and there was plenty of time for him to explain anything else that needed to be explained. I didn't want to push him too hard, seeing that he was in deep thought as he concentrated on the road ahead of him.

He turned the corner to my street, slowing down the speed as he turned again and parked on my driveway. My dad's car was parked in front of us; so he was home early.

Silence erupted between us as he switched off the ignition and leaned back against the seat. He ran a hand through his hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"I know you have more questions to ask me."

I nodded as I continued to play with the zipper of my sweather.

"I know it's a lot to take in," he said quietly, looking down at me with soft eyes.

"But there's still so much I want to know, though. The more I learn, the more questions I have."

He chuckled beside me, his body relaxing.

"You're not only impatient, you're quite the curious one, aren't you sweetheart?"

I blushed, never once looking at him as I asked,

"Will you still tell me?"

I looked back up at him, waiting for his response. His eyes were distant, as if deep in thought. I secretly hoped that he would simply say yes. I don't know what I would've done if he wouldn't tell me anything after my recent discovery today. I had no doubt that I may eventually go insane.

"Yes. You have the right to know," he answered after a few short moments of silence.

I smiled brightly.

"When?" My voice was a bit too eager and I received a small laugh from him. The mere sound was music to my ears.

I raised an eyebrow.

"How soon?"

"Soon, my love."

A sly smile played at his lips.

"Sooner than you think." He looked up at the house, his smile broadening as he said,

"Just keep your window unlocked tonight."

"Why?" This guy only made me erupt with more questions every time he talked. It was starting to get a little bit annoying.

He turned back to me, his smile fading. "Don't worry. Now go before your father comes out."

My head snapped back to my house as I noticed the curtain of the living room shift slightly. Crap! I grabbed my bag and opened the door immediately. As I closed it shut, I heard a light chuckle before the roar of the engine come to life. I made my way up to the porch, glancing back at the mustang just in time to see it race back down the street before it completely disappeared around the corner. I fought the smile that was fighting to spread across my lips. Today was a hectic day, and yet I knew there was still more to come my way.