I met him at the Pharmacy

The begining

She hadn't washed her hair in four days, due to what started out as a minor sore throat turned into - what the human doctor confirmed - as tonsillitis. It hurt so bad and her face was terribly oily, from lying around and not having the energy to shower properly, her greasy dark hair saying as much. Her Mother had stuck her infront of the television and now she was basically missing a week off school, but she had to pay and get her prescription from the Pharmacy.

She stuffed her dirty, overused tissue into her baggy jumpers pocket, cringing at the unknown stain around her neck - soup? Her short hair was in a pony tail she had put it in before going to bed a few nights ago. She hoped no one she knew would be there.

The sun had gone down considerably when her Mum had taken her to see the local doctor, she now waited in the car, scrolling through texts between her and her Father - her Mate. "Hurry up Marv." She called out from the window. She ignored that her Mother used that nickname, instead of her real name - Marville.

Rolling her eyes, she walked into the busy pharmacist, eight people were looking around or waiting to be served. She kept focused on trying to make her throat not hurt and make her eyes water. She was a little sweaty, thanks to her temperature, but the air conditioning made her feel better.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A lady wearing the traditional red asked, her hair slicked back and wrinkles on her face. Shyly and not wanting to really talk, Marville handed her paper work over. "Alright - are you waiting or coming back?" Marville merely pointed to the chairs which were unoccupied.

Sinking into the leather chair, she let out a soft sigh - trying not to hurt herself. Staring at her lap, she wished she hadn't taken how she normally felt before she got sick. It wasn't going away and the pack doctors told her to go to the human doctors, so now she had to take their medicine.

The door opened and it made her scrunch up her nose, hurting her throat - tonsils. The scent hit her hard, so she pulled out the tissue and wiped her nose. It was strong and she couldn't place it, if she wasn't sick she was sure it would have been nice.

A boy stepped in and his eyes snapped to her, widening. Instead she sunk into her chair quickly, covering her hand with her face.

She knew who that was - well not exactly - but her wolf, who had been resting, woke up to sing her happiness.

Mate. She clenched her jaw, whining in pain. God damn tonsils. They looked disgusting - she looked and felt disgusting, but now she was meeting her soulmate.

She knew he was making her way over, and she scrunched her eyes shut tightly. There was no way she could make this go away - she wanted to be over joyed, she was. But he couldn't come along at a better time. Why couldn't he have seen her after she had showered, washed her hair and put her favorite makeup on. But no.

Taking a deep, cautious breath she removed her hand from her face, seeing her mate merely inches from her. Oh he was glorious - dark eyes, dark hair. He must have had a high position in a pack or maybe even her pack - it was large enough for them not to have met. He squatted down infront of her, his eyes filled with concern, lust and yearning.

He probably thought she was homeless or something.

"Hello." He whispered with a voice that made her forget about her constricted and inflated tonsils that were covered in yucky white stuff. "My names Jake."

"Marville." Her voice was low and quiet, gruff making it less cute. It burned terribly, making her remember.

"Marville - I like that." I liked you - she wanted to retort, instead she smiled. "What pack are you from?"

"Creede wood pack." Again her voice was quiet and low enough that he probably had to use his werewolf heightened senses to hear her. "Where are you from?"

"Creede wood pack born and raised." He winked, placing a hand on her knee. Was he checking to see if she wasn't a rogue? "Where are you staying?" Here is the homeless suspicion.

"With my Mum. She is outside waiting for me - I've got tonsillitis." She told him, wanting to kiss him, when she was better. If only she had been well dressed - at least in good health - this would have been the best moment of her life.

"I'm staying in the pack house." He tucked her hair behind her ear, causing her to cringe but pain erupted through her throat. "I live with my Grandmother - I'm here getting her medicine." She awed, liking how sweet he was.

"Marville." The pharmacist lady called  out, causing Marville and Jake to stand instantly - he followed her over to the front desk. She signed and paid for her medication.

"What did you Grandmother need?" She finally asked Jake, wanting to be with him longer, so she wouldn't have to drive away and not see him. She craved his touch on her leg - even going through her terrible hair.

"Don't worry..." he picked up a box off the shelf, as if he had done this run a thousand times, and he paid for it - her gaze focused on him as he smiled politely at the lady behind the counter. "So um - can I get your phone number?"

"Yes." She smiled sweetly, scrawling it on the corner of the pharmacist paper bag, ripping it off and handing it to him. "Here you go - fair warning, we probably won't be able to go out out until two or three days - doctors orders."

"Your doctor told you not to date for a few days?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning as they stood out the front of the Pharmacy.

"Actually she told me not go to school - but I think that applies to going out too." She smiled sweetly back, her throat thankfully forgotten. He laughed with her too, staring at her.

"I guess I'll just have to come visit you." He smiled - she liked him very much. Thanking the moongoddess over and over at the caring and gentle nature his heart had.

"I'd like that." Her smile was wide, even if it hurt, she laughed louder. She shifted from foot to foot - her friends would be jealous, none of them were mated yet. And this man had a heart of gold and a body to die for - he must have been very high in the ranks, werewolves like him were big work out junkies. But Marville was not a warrior or a hunter, she had thighs and barely any visible muscle. "I have to leave - my Mum is waiting." She bit her lip, she did not want to leave him. "Text me?"

"As soon as I get home." His smile never faltered, she knew he was as happy to see her as she was to see him. They both felt the same way. Soulmates. They were two halves of a whole. She could feel it - see it.

"I can't wait to get better." She smiled, kissing his cheek - feeling the electricity shoot through her lips, making them warn, unless that was her temperature.

"Same." He wrapped an arm around her waist. "You smell like soup." He muttered into her neck. She chuckled nervously. "I'll text you."

"I'll be waiting." She smiled, tucking her medication into her pocket with the tissue. She finally forced her legs to move, sending a gaze over her shoulder instantly to look at him. He was watching her leave, a cute smile on his face. Handsome - very handsome. He waved, slowly walking to where he must have parked his car.

She was very excited to see him again.

"Honey who was that strange man you were talking with?" Her Mothers voice interupted her moment of bliss.

"Mine." She simply replied.