Chapter 13: Isabella's Late Shift

POV-Isabella

The holiday season was very festive, and I asked my parents to be generous and invite Patrick for Christmas dinner. Everyone was on edge while he was visiting. Patrick's visit was by far the worst Christmas I ever endured. That evening, we went on a boat cruise around Manhattan. Patrick was excited about this trip. After that, we would hang out by the boardwalk. We planned to go to Atlantic City the next day, and he would gamble on the game machines. Afterwards, we would ride the tourist bus around the city on Boxing Day. Then, on the twenty-seventh and twenty-eight, we would go to the Museums, and every night, we hung out, and then I headed home. We had a packed week. He would be on his own for the weekend. The full moon was coming this weekend, and everyone was going for a full moon run. This one was Blue Moon Night.

The night of the thirty-first was a night I would willingly forget. We went to Rockefeller Center for the clock countdown. All our Pack members were there, but I could not have Patrick with them. We attended separately, and I called my parents to wish them a happy new year. We were drunk by the time I was ready to go back to the apartment. I could not remember what happened when I got there until I heard an agonising howl in the distance. That was when I regained my senses. By this time, I saw a naked Patrick over me. I rolled over and realised had I not rolled over, he would have entered my vagina. I scrambled up, and Patrick got angry as he shouted all kinds of nasty things at me, calling me a whore and a slut. He pushed me out of the apartment into the cold. I was shivering and almost frozen when the Beta arrived on the patio. I held on to his neck, and he jumped out of the patio onto the ground. He shifted and ran with my naked, almost frozen body to his pickup truck and grabbed the blanket he always kept. This time, the blanket smelt like me. It seemed as if he never washed my scent off that blanket. He wrapped me in it, turning the heater high until I thawed. Then he drove home with me. This time, he did not take me home naked. He took me to his room in the Packhouse.

He took me to the shower and washed 'Patrick's scent off me. He placed me in the big tub in his bathroom and climbed in with me. He used his body heat to keep me warm until the shivering stopped. Then he dried me off and took me to bed. He placed the duvet over me and climbed into bed, massaging my feet until they became pink again. He also rubbed my entire body until he was convinced I was back to normal. I could see the anger in his eyes, and he was not over what Patrick had done. Beta thinks he is my protector, and once I am in the USA, he will do everything he can to protect me. He lay in bed with me and ensured I fell asleep and was warm. That was the best night's sleep since the stabbing incident.

We woke up the following day. I could see him breaking out with allergic reactions. I asked him why, and he looked at me strangely and said he would tell me at the right time. It was a Blue moon on the first day of the new year. Beta gave me his clothes to wear and took me home. He called Ashton, and they had a long conversation. Ashton said nothing to me, but I knew he was angry.

That evening, everyone gathered around, and as Alpha declared, the run opened to all.

The young, unshifted werewolves gathered around. As usual, I was about to climb on Ashton's back when I felt my gums itching and felt the fangs on my lower lips. Beta Ian lifted me off Ashton's back and placed me with the young werewolves by his side. I could feel tremors all over my body. My bones were cracking, and I felt excruciating pains as my spine elongated. My bones were falling into place as my wolf started to take form. Millicent whispered, "Are you ready, Isabella?" I mind-linked her, yes. She said, "Let's go, baby." My entire body was stretched And restructured as I screamed in pain. Beta Ian was holding me and encouraging me as I shifted his soft voice, and encouraging words were like salve to my aching body. Then I smelled that scent of rosemary and ginger and knew I had found my Fated Mate. I looked up into his eyes, and he was staring into mine, adoring me. No words were necessary as we gazed at each and knew we were meant to be. He was rubbing me down as my body lay shivering, and the pain subsided. He told me I was beautiful. I was a large blond wolf with long, shaggy hair.

He led me to the forest's edge, stripped his clothes, hid them and mine in a tree trunk, and shifted. We ran to the top of the mountain and joined the Pack as we howled to the moon goddess. We all merged and played by the stream. I saw my Mate going in another direction, so I followed him. Ferriera came over to me and smelled my rear end, and licked my exposed vagina. He said hello, sweet cheeks. I am Ferriera. I loved this wolf. He was very forwarding in his love for me. I did not have to wonder if he desired me. He was showing me how much he wanted me. He licked my vagina until it became wet. I was whining, and he climbed on my hips and mounted me in the most animalistic way. He plunged his big penis into my vagina and humped me until his knot was attached to my vaginal walls. I felt the shudder of his cum shoot into my vagina as I squirted my release, and we were stuck together like this for what seemed like forever. I hummed while he was softly growling. That was the break of my virginity. My Fated Mate broke me, and it felt like the most natural exhilaration. I cannot wait for our human form to consummate. We shifted back to our human form, satisfying our desire for each other all night. After a whole night of mating over and over again when I thought my vagina could not have another sexual encounter. We did again every time he licked my vagina; I was ready to go again and again until we lay exhausted under the tree; we formed a perfect moon with our bodies, our heads together, and our tails and mated out.

The following day, the reality check became a significant hurdle to climb. One thing is for sure: I know my Mate will not let me anywhere near Patrick again. As the sun rose, wolves headed back to their home in their human form. I smelt Patrice not too far away, but she avoided me, which was fine. I know for sure anytime she tried any tactic to harm me, my Mate would be heading her way, and the results would be lethal. We walked back to my parent's house, hand in hand. My mother hugged us as my family accepted Beta Ian as my Mate. He could not keep his hands off me. He told me that my proper place was in his lap. We would be occupying the top room in the pack house on the opposite side of the pack house from the Alpha.

Now that I have shifted and know who my Fated Mate was, how would I go back to France to find my identity? Beta Ian said that I should not go back. I told him that I had to go as my sister was waiting for me when my brother heard that, he said, "Huh! What sister?" I told them that I had a twin sister. They were all overjoyed to hear that my identity should be more accessible to track now I have a sibling. Ian was happy for me, but I was in misery to leave. There was so much that I needed to say to him, but I was miserable leaving him. We all had breakfast, and we went to bed. I slept almost the whole day. When I woke up, I saw many messages from Patrick begging me not to abandon him in a strange country. I messaged him immediately and told him I had an emergency and would not be returning with him on the second of January. I will see him off at the airport. I need to break off this relationship with him and let him know that there is no turning back after his last violence and his inhumane way of treating me in my own country. He will be miserable, but he will not be able to touch me in the future. I do not trust him.

I called Sophia immediately, and she was excited as she told me about her shift. She said we have a lot to talk about. She said it was imminent that we go back to the Forbidden Cave. I asked her if I could ask my Mate to come along, and she told me that was fine.

My Beloved Readers,

Now, the young women know who their Fated Mates are. What will their quest reveal in the end? Will Elizabeth call them forth for battle?

Love always,

Your author.