Audrey POV

"Do you think that Sam will be okay?" I walk over to the couch and sit on the opposite side that Blake is on.

After I met Blake, not even two days ago, all that I want to do is be beside him. Right now I want to he curled up in his arms. What if he doesn't like me, does he even feel the connection, the link, like I do?

"Samantha Fisher is the greatest witch of her age that we know about. She was at her peek when the Cold War of the United States versus Russia. Hell sent her as a double agent, feeding lies to both sides. Sam ended up defying Hell and disarmed both missiles on each side so that there was no war." I tilt my head and shift my body to look directly at Blake.

"Her powers keep growing, even if she doesn't notice it. At the club, my senses were going crazy from the sounds, lights, and movement. But I could easily Sense Sam, even though the Queen of Hell was right there." There was a growing pressure behind my eyes, like a migraine.

I close my eyes and try to breathe in and out, but the tears stream down my face. The pressure rings through my head. It feels like someone is knocking on my skull.

Blake puts his hands on my face, the pain goes away.

I look up to him, placing my hands on his.

"How did you do that?" Blake practically drags me, but he lays me down and cuddles into me.

"The mate bond is a wonderful thing. The Mood Goddess determines who werewolves mates are. Once us wolves turn 13 we will shift for the first time, and after that we can feel the mate bond. We only get one mate for a life time." Blake drawls circles on my side, his other arm propping him up.

"What happens if one mate dies?" I ask in a quiet voice. This doesn't seem like something to shout.

"Normally when one mate dies, the other will die too, either by heart break or their own hand. If you were to die, I would die almost immediately. An Alpha bond is the strongest, which means we are more connected."

"How connected? What do you feel?" I turn on my body, so instead of maying on my back, I'm on my side, facing Blake. This must be a really large couch.

"Right now, we can feel each others pain, and I can start to feel your emotions. The bond will allow us to calm eachother down. Everything will get stronger the longer were together. Once were mated, you have a mental link with me and the pack-" Blake looks away from me, his eyes glazing over. He looks back over to me.

"I can't connect to my pack. Something is blocking my link." His eyes glaze over again, I put my hand on his waist.

"Maybe it's the ward that Sam put up." His beautiful eyes turn back to normal and he looks down at me.

"I dont think it's Sam. It feels darker than her energy." Blake puts an arm under my waist and pulls me flush to him. I feel my cheeks get hot as tingles go across my skin.

"What about that volcano dude, or Hannah?" I ask, letting my right arm lay around his waist, my left hand going to his hair.

"Could be either. I'll have to ask Sam to send a message or something." Blake mumbles and tucks his head into my neck. We lay in silence, enjoying the warmth.

Then a growl from a hungry stomach interrupts us. Blake pushed his head further into my neck.

"I'm hungry but I don't wanna get up." I giggle as start to wiggle away from him.

"Let's go and get some food." It took some coaxing, but I got him off the couch.

After looking through the stocked fridge, freezer, and pantry, we decided on simple ham sandwiches. I make two extra sandwiches, for Blake or Sam, whomever gets there first.

I take a bite of my sandwiche, and I notice something is missing.

Potato chips! I go to the pantry and pull out a bag of Lays. I open it up and dump a few on the plate.

I munch on a few chips, savoring the saltiness and then I take a bite of the savory ham.

"You like that sandwich huh." Blake was chowing down on his first sandwich. It looks like one from Scooby Doo. Lettuce, cheese, mayo, meat, tomato, repeat. Like, how does his mouth fit around the size of his sandwich.

"Looks like you really like yours." I motion to the mayo on his chin. He finishes chewing and then licks it with his tounge.

"Your inner dog is showing." I laughed and Blaked joined me. We chatted for a while, eating food.

Then Sam came back. Blake sensed it before she was at the porch. His head picks up, his shoulders tense.

Sam walks through the door. Taking off her shoes in the walkway. When she comes into view, Blake turns around, looking at Sam's shoulder.

"Are you okay? You ran out in a rush." Blake stands up and takes the extra plate of food. He walks towards Sam slowly. What is he doing?

"I'm okay. Just went and paid my respects." She looks at something out of the corner of her eyes, her lips twitch into a small smile.

"Well, here is the food that Adurey made. The sandwich is good, but apparently its better with the salty chips." Blake hands Sam the food, they have a tiny stairing match.

"Thanks Audrey! I'll be up in my room, researching." Sam walks briskly away, going down the hallway and up the stairs to her room.

"I swear I saw something." Blake mumbles to me as we clean up the food.

"Your senses might be over stimulated. I think were due for a nap." I love naps, and so does Blake.