Book 2: The Unexpected Duo- Chapter 3- Vladimir

I had been been in Chicago for about a month now, following a lead I had received on Myra, so far the lead had come up empty, but my mate senses were tingling, my vampire could tell she was nearby somewhere, but wherever she was she didn’t want to be found. She was efficient at hiding, however I was a strong hunter, and I wouldn’t be giving up on trying to find her.

Before leaving the pack, I had gone and gathered information on Myra, trying to find out whatever I could about my mate before I tracked her down, but it seemed like no one in the pack really knew her. While everyone said she was a friendly girl, no one had any other information to give about her, making me assume she was a bit of a recluse and kept to herself. I was growing anxious with the lack of information that I had discovered, I felt like I was never going to find my mate again, and the curse that the faeries had put on the vampires would never be lifted. That was until my old friend Dusty had called me. He’d heard about my quest to find my lost mate, and stated a woman matching her exact description, down to her smell had been found in Chicago, Chicago of course happened to be amongst the largest cities in America, with there being a population of nearly 2.71 million people. I wasn’t worried about the amount of people in the vicinity or my bloodlust, I’d long ago learned how to control it, with one exception to that, Myra.

My thoughts constantly drifted to my mate. I wonder if she ever thought of me, or if she’d chosen to forget me all together. The one time she had met me, she was irritated that the moon goddess would bless her with a vampire as a mate. I could see the irony in it considering her last name being Faerie. It was the fae who’d cast this curse on us vampires such a long time ago… But Myra wasn’t fae, she was a full blooded werewolf, wasn’t she? I couldn’t be sure of the fact, since so little was known about her family, and Myra had integrated into the pack when she was but a baby, but from what Gwynn and Damien had told me, Myra hadn’t exhibited any signs of magical ability.

As I was pondering to myself wondering if Myra could be related to those Faeries, I caught her enticing scent in the air. I felt my fangs elongate and my vampire stir at the need to taste her blood. My heart started to pound so fiercely in my chest that I thought it would break out, my breath rapidly increasing, my body releasing endorphins into my blood stream. I needed Myra, and I needed her now. I couldn’t remember what being alive felt like until she walked into my life. I thought Guinevere and Sierra were what I need to feel content in life, but I was wrong, this feeling I get when I can just scent Myra, makes what I had with Guinevere and Sierra seem null. Before I even registered what my body was doing I felt myself break out into the speed of a vampire, my vampire taking control of my body, preparing me with my primal instincts for the hunt. The quicker we ran north, the stronger Myra’s scent was getting. I knew I was closing in on her, when I felt the strong bindings of the mate bond pulling me into her. I willed my body to take control of my vampire side, not wanting to harm my mate or anyone in her vicinity. Luckily I was an older vampire and I had more control over my inner self than a newly turned vampire. I was able to lock my vampire side down, as soon as we reached where Myra’s scent was the strongest.

My body had stopped right outside of a little bakery on Michigan Avenue. There inside the bakery behind the counter was Myra. She had a small spot of chocolate on her cheek and flour smeared on her forehead. She looked happy, a she smiled at one of her customers, laughing at something he’d said. I felt my beast rumble with jealousy, but I didn’t make a move to approach her, or the male who had her undivided attention. I wanted to take a moment and watch the life she had built for herself here in Chicago. I wanted to see who Myra had become after she left the Lunar Del Sol pack.

Once she wrapped up with her customer, Myra yelled to someone in the back, “Hey Betsy, I’m off. I need to go grab Riss from school.”

Riss, who was Riss? Did Myra have a family, did she chose to mate with someone else when she left? I could feel my heartbreaking at the thought that Myra had betrayed everything the moon goddess stood for and had denied her fated mate for a chosen mate. I decided to stay in the shadows and watch Myra’s life from a distance.
“Okay, Honey.” I heard Betsy yell form the back, “Make sure you grab her some brownies, you know how she loves them.”

Betsy sounded like an elder lady, similar to what you’d expect a grandmother to sound like. I could tell that she cared for Myra and Riss, whoever she was.

“Thanks Betsy.” Myra yells back as she grabs a small bag from the counter and fills it with two brownies before putting the spatula back in the case, and sliding the door shut.

Myra took off the cute pink frilly apron she had been wearing, to reveal a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a red crop top t shirt. I felt a smile forming on my face, as I recalled what she was wearing when I first met her, at least her sense of style hadn’t changed. Myra didn’t bother checking her reflection in the mirror that hung above the apron rack as she hung her apron and dashed out the door.

I was worried that Myra would scent me as she walked past the corridor that I was hiding in, but to my surprise she didn’t seem to realize there was someone near her, which was abnormal, her wolf should’ve picked up on a presence nearby. I carefully followed Myra as she headed towards a school building, the vampire part of me tried to scent out Myra’s wolf as we followed her, but I couldn’t scent her. Had Myra repressed her Wolf for so long, that her presence wasn’t intertwined with Myra anymore? From what I had gathered about werewolves if they repressed their wolves, their wolves would shut them out. They’d live like two separate souls instead of one combined soul. The wolf wouldn’t make their presence known in the human’s body. If Myra really had repressed her wolf, then she must be feeling quite lonely. I couldn’t imagine having someone who has been a part of you, your entire life, disappearing from you.

I glanced up realizing that Myra had entered the school building why I was thinking about her wolf. I decided to wait for her to come out. Following Myra turned out to be the hunt, that I so desperately needed.