You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 21

"The Experts are a council. Again, made up of the Alpha and Beta werewolves in a pack. There are four packs in this town. One being my father, his beta Tom, another being Jarred's father, his beta Ken. Yes, Jarred is a werewolf. Stone Pack and Crescent Pack is all made up of werewolves. Warren and I are supposed to take over my father's place soon," Weston smiled at me reassuringly. "A Lock Down is when you are under a spell, keeping you locked from your wolf. That only happens if you break a law in our society."

"So, do you guys have like ... any other supernatural powers?"

"We have the ability to persuade a person to do what we want, depending on our rank. For example, if I tell Eli to jump off a bridge, he would. We also have the ability to read the minds of our pack and talk to each other through our link."

"But I'm not a wolf and you still read my mind and stuff?" It came out like a question rather than a statement.

"About that-" Weston began nervously. "We have this thing called a mate. A mate is basically a soul mate, but in werewolf terms. We are able to have a link with our mate. Mates could be werewolves or humans."

He coughed and rubbed the back off his neck. I just blinked, multiple times and looked at him funny.

"And how would you know that the mate?" I found the courage to speak.

"When you look at them in the e-eye and all you see is t-true happiness. Plus, your wolf would want nothing more than to be with t-them," Weston stuttered and looked around, avoiding my eyes.

"So ... you're saying I'm your mate?"

"No, I mean, yes. I mean, that's what my wolf is saying. Um, maybe," he rambled.

I thought about this for a few moments. This seemed to sink into my brain really and painfully slowly. Then, something clicked. Realization dawned on me. "You were the one who bit me about a month ago. I wasn't dreaming. You marked me as your own, huh? I've read enough of this in books to understand. That's why I had feelings about you that I didn't understand."

Weston's lips were warm against mine. It molded perfectly with my heart shaped lips. Small tingles made its way from my mouth down to my insides, making me feel complete. It was as if I finally found the missing piece to a puzzle.

I felt ecstatic at first, but realization of what a jerk he was made me come to my senses. I pushed him away with my hands and put them on my hips. I glared at him, hoping that daggers came out and stabbed him. "You're a pain in the ass. I'm not going to forgive you so easily," I finally said, breaking the awkward silence. Weston stiffened and was about to say something, but I quickly continued, feeling awkward. "I think that the matter of the moment is who's trying to kill me." I shuddered at the thought, suddenly feeling very cautious of my surroundings. "Who is this Silver Bullet?"

"I would like to know that myself," Weston's voice dripped with venom. He looked at me. "Danny, don't worry. I'll kill the bastard. You can't just walk alone anymore. We need to keep an eye on you. It's not safe. I'll call Jarred and I can't believe I'm saying this. I'm going to ask for his help."

The sincerity of his words made me feel calm. I believed him. It was weird, but I did. "Why is this person trying to kill me anyways? And are werewolves even affected by silver bullets?"

"I don't know, Danny. The Silver Bullet knows something we don't and before it gets to you, I'm going to kill him. Or her. Silver bullets don't affect us, unless it is shot at our hearts. Otherwise, if it shoots anywhere else, we would feel the pain, but it won't take long to heal. The only thing that can kill us is beheading, silver touching our hearts and old age."