A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*
I think Mason deserves his own story! There just aren't enough Mason stories!
"Mason what is it?"
Jules noticed her friend and pack member leaning out over the ledge, staring out at the steady pounding of the Atlantic. Below along the beach the last strings of tourists and locals left the white warm grains as they retreated to their hotels and the bars.
"Nothing," he shook his head and kept his icy hues focused on the wandering forms below. His voice was heavy and thick with melancholy.
"You're lying," Jules shook her head. "I can tell when you're lying."
Mason exhaled knowing Jules was onto him. "I thought I had found her…"
Jules wasn't sure what to say at that moment. She had Brady but it was pure luck she had found her one mate. Sure she was happy and felt whole with him but seeing Mason standing there, crestfallen and heartbroken iced over any joy that had bubbled in that instant.
"She wasn't the one was she?"
"No," Mason sadly shook his head as he felt the stinging tears welling in his eyes. "What if I never find her? What if I'm forced to be alone?"
"Don't you say that Mason!" Jules refused to hear him speak so poorly of himself.
"Well I am," he snorted. "I don't want to wind up like my brother in Mystic Falls: Trapped in some loveless cold marriage to a heartless harpy."
"Well that was Richard's choice, not yours! He was stupid enough to marry Carol so let him suffer!"
"Wow," Mason lightly chuckled, "Tell us how you really feel."
"Mason," her tone softened, "I don't want to see you wind up like your brother okay? You're above that. I want you to be happy; you deserve it."
"I don't know," Mason shrugged. "I mean I'm supposed to feel this connection but I've felt nothing with any of them."
"That's because you haven't met her or him yet," Jules teased the last part.
"Thanks," Mason snorted with playful sarcasm.
"Hey I'm just saying," Jules placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Who knows, she may show up down here tomorrow! You have to keep an open mind ya know? I mean when Brady and I met we fought like cats and dogs at first then look what happened."
"Took you two long enough," Mason smirked.
"Yeah thanks," the blonde shoved him lightly. The sound of the door opening then closing announced the return of Brady along with a supply of badly needed whiskey and rum.
"Ah speaking of the devil," Jules grabbed his arm and dragged Mason behind her. He had a sinking feeling she was going to make him forget all of his heartache and grief with Jack and the Captain, even if for a short time.
The woman ran along the boardwalk that faced the duplexes and condos, taking in the nice Florida night. She wasn't a fan of the throngs of tourists that polluted the beaches during the day and opted to stay away until the sun dipped below the horizon. She was halfway back to the bungalow when her feet stopped beneath her. She plucked the earbuds out lifted her head up towards the top floor of the apartment complex.
She frowned as shadows danced across the curtains revealing nothing of the tenants within. It was strange because she had seen this place before: in the same dream that continued to haunt her. It started when she arrived that very night: the pull that directed her nightly run to the same place then acted as a wall, preventing her from moving.
She waited for someone, anyone to come out.
Mason finished the shot of whiskey and waved off the next one Brady was already pouring. His friends were inebriated and hell bent on dragging him down with them.
"Come on Mason," he waved the shot glass in Mason's face.
"No," he shook his head. "I want to wake up coherent, not hugging the toilet."
"Aw come on," Brady feigned hurt.
"You drink it for me," Mason gently pushed it back in Brady's direction. Brady drunkenly shrugged and tossed the bit of amber brown back without a second's hesitation. The dark haired werewolf watched the couple continue giggling and fall deeper into drunkenness. Sighing, he decided to step outside as the room was suddenly turning hot.
The cool breeze of the ocean embraced Mason with a cool comfortable embrace. He thought about what Jules had said, about how he would eventually find the one that would be his match in every way. They say every werewolf is born with a pre-destined partner or mate but only a few were so fortunate to find his or her mate in their lifetime. Mason was becoming convinced he was one of the majority.
He rested his head on the railing, watching the breakers along the pier then follow the smaller caps fan along the sand. It was then the breeze delivered a scent. Mason inhaled, gathering a fuller whiff of cinnamon and earth. It was a rich tantalizing essence, one that struck him in the most peculiar way. His heart pounded and he felt his feet propelling him up and over the railing. He landed in a crouching position, perfect poise and stance. His eyes glowed deep amber and it was then the wolf within emerged.
The woman was concealed in the bushes, watching Mason as he started towards where she hid.
Crap….
The only thing she had to defend herself with was the wolfsbane mace she devised herself. The moonlight was poor as it was the waning crescent, preventing her from seeing anything besides the shadowy outline and glowing eyes.
"Hey Mason! Get back up here!"
Brady hollered in a drunken slur. Mason shook his head and blinked, pacifying the wolf for now. The woman peered around the corner of the building to see the man jogging up the steps, back to his drunken friend. She breathed a sigh of relief but felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.
Have you found it yet?
She rolled her eyes and punched a hasty response.
No! I've been down here for three days! Cut me some damn slack!
Her body relaxed against the wall as the reply was received.
Remember our arrangement!
She felt her muscles tense and hairs rising on the back of her neck. The anger started to surface but quickly quelled it thanks to years of practice.
How could I forget? You remind me of it every day!
The woman stood and shoved the phone back in the pocket of her running shorts before taking off towards her bungalow.
Mason returned to see Brady and Jules passed out together on the couch. Thankfully they were still clothed. He shook his head and pulled a blanket over them before turning his attention to the open door. The curtain fluttered freely as he started sliding the glass door shut. The gap was almost closed then the scent struck him like lightning. Looking over his shoulder at Jules and Brady, Mason quietly slid the door behind him and vanished over the ledge.
The trail grew stronger the further south he went. Mason felt the wolf clawing, howling to be freed. Fortunately no one was out at that hour or someone would be calling the cops on a glowing eyed man. His feet continued to carry him to a neat row of beach bungalows that were nestled on the end of the houses and complexes. Mason raced faster against the solid boardwalk before coming to a dead stop at the last one.
A lone light was on in the back, water was running indicating the person was in the shower. So Mason waited until the sounds of water being shut off and door opening into the adjacent room. He carefully peered into the window and saw the short toned figure of a woman stepping out and flipping a lamp on.
He felt his heart stopping at that moment. His mouth dropped open as his eyes remained fixed on her as she moved about in a large cotton towel. Her hair clung to her back and neck, with a medallion of some kind dangled from a slender neck. Her shoulders and arms were well defined but retained definite feminine features. Her hips were curved and breasts perky as she now stood naked in the center. Her lips were full and flush, waiting to be kissed. Her skin glowed in the soft light. He felt as if she was taunting him with those perfect legs and slightly dimpled ass. She was perfect in every way imaginable.
Mason felt a pull towards her as he watched her slip the tank top and shorts on before climbing into bed. Soon the steady breathing greeted his ears as she was lost in the depths of slumber. He swallowed hard and fought the urge to sneak in and kiss those achingly sinful lips and caress her skin.
He shook his head and forcefully exhaled. Could this be her? Could this be….his intended mate?
The wolf began to beg once again but Mason was stronger. He wanted to know her, know who this woman was that succeeded in pulling him into her world without saying a single word.
I have to know her….
Mason regrettably pulled away from the window before anyone could see him standing there. Tomorrow he would come back, pretend to be looking for a lost dog. It was cheesy but he couldn't exactly tell her the real reason why he was there.
I'm a werewolf and you may be my intended mate which is for life…
Oh that would go over well!
Shaking his head once, Mason started back to the apartment, anxious for the next day to come.
Yeah yeah I know...But this has been bouncing around for a while now and I wanted to get it going! Fear not as I am working on my other stories though some I am having writer's block with! Have patience my readers as all do get updated!