Auror

My chest roars in desperation when she leaves; our bond began the moment her feet touched the ground of Forty Mile. I shouldn’t have let her go.
The restlessness of waiting keeps me from standing still. I’m agitated and craving to hunt, but I think that if she returns, I won’t be here. I still see her as fragile and fear that I might break her, but the thought of hurting her causes me a pain that takes my breath away.
“So, this is what they say about having a mate?” I ask no one.
The house is completely dark, and if she doesn’t return, I will go after her. I imagined she might try to run, which is why there are two férnus at the only two exits from the city to prevent her if she tries.
I try not to think about her or desire her as I do, but I have no control over what I feel or what I desire. No female férnus who has ever been in my bed over the years has given me the pleasure I felt with her in my arms—a jolt of electricity through my body so intense that I only wanted to feel it more and more.
My rational side is irritated by the fact that she isn’t a pure angelic, but my mate instincts care little. The Moon Goddess would not have erred in choosing her. Every leader needs a strong companion by their side, and if there is one thing Anira does not do, it is bow her head. She expresses her thoughts and desires like a true férnus leader. As soon as everyone learned she was my destined one, they began to respect her as such.
As I walk through the house, I turn on all the lights, making it well-lit. I rarely do this; I prefer to stay in the dark. Today, after she left, they installed cable TV, internet, and scattered various electronics around the house. Anira wasn’t raised like me, someone who cares little for such things and prefers a good book to pass the time. But she was raised as a human all her life, and it’s truly my responsibility to consider her comfort, including stocking the pantry with things she likes to eat.
I got this report from Jacob and Arow, who are closest to her. The latter, as punishment for shifting in front of my mate, will become a sentinel at the borders of our territory once the heat cycle is over. I’ll keep him isolated for a long time to learn not to disobey orders.
When my patience for waiting wears thin, I decide to go fetch her. Anira needs to understand that she can’t stay away from me, and even if she tries to run, I’ll go after her and bring her back to my home, a place from which she will never leave.
I hear the sound of the truck approaching from afar. My body becomes alert, and with every meter it gets closer, a sense of possession overwhelms me. I sniff the air and know it’s her; her scent is unmistakable and makes my fur bristle. I open and close my hands in anticipation, eager to see her again.
I used to laugh at Black when he wouldn’t stop talking about his mate—how overly sweet and cautious he was, as if she would break. Now, I completely understand his desperation and care.
The truck stops, and seconds later, the door opens. Her long white hair once again lights up in my presence, a reaction from her body that makes her appear even more beautiful and illuminated, intensifying my desire for her, as if that were possible.
“I think we both need to talk,” she says to me. I merely nod in agreement. If Anira has chosen to return without attempting to flee, I believe we can make this work in a way that’s not traumatizing.