Hunter and Jacota continued to watch the fight in front of them. Wolves attacked wolves, cutting deep into the skin, whining and growling. The mystery wolf had purple markings on its fur, while Cordelia had silver markings.

"We need to stop this." Hunter started pulling off his t-shirt, but Jacota clenched his fists, and a huge lightning bolt crackled to the ground in between the wolves. The ground sizzled, and the werewolves leapt apart out of shock. Even Veronica backed away with a crazed grin of admiration for Jacota's power.

When the wolves turned to look at the God, a low rumble of thunder warned them to stay still.

"Change back," Jacota demanded. Hunter felt a shiver down his spine from the confidence in his voice. "Stop fighting."

Reyana and Reef changed back, then Cordelia, then the mystery wolf, who transformed into a petite female. Hunter was impressed by how menacing her wolf had seemed. Then he scolded himself for being so judgemental. Short people can be just as strong, he thought to himself.

When he sensed Jacota's awkwardness, he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it at the small female. Jacota pulled his off and threw it at Cordelia. A sudden pang of his self-conscious emotions hit Hunter in the chest. They turned to Veronica who rolled her eyes and pulled off her leather jacket. She threw it at Reyana hard enough for it to slap the God's skin.

"I want that back," she warned. "You boys shouldn't be so embarrassed."

"I'm not, but Jacota spent his life as a human, they're not used to unclothed people."

"Oh yeah, weird," Veronica muttered.

Reef turned to his daughter, gently holding onto Reyana's bleeding hand. "How could you let her attack your mother like that! Who is she?"

"She's my mate," Cordelia pulled the female closer with assertive eyes. "She was protecting me."

Reef then glared, shocked and angry at the sudden news.

"Protecting you from what?"

"I was going to hit her," Reyana said and bit her lower lip, stopping it from trembling.

Reef watched his mate, frowning with disappointment. He ran a hand through his hair.

"I think we should leave them to it," Hunter thought, and Jacota agreed.

"Cordelia," the God said, returning to his timid state. When everyone's eyes were on him, he forgot what he was going to say.

"When you and your mate are free, let Jacota know that you're ready to talk. If Reyana or Reef are anywhere near, you can forget about earning Jacota's trust." Hunter spoke for him, and Cordelia nodded quickly. "Right, let's go." They turned, but Veronica didn't leave without her Jacket.

Reyana threw it back, and Veronica smiled in the most patronising way she could find. "I'll see you at home boys." Then, she was gone.

"I didn't know demons could teleport too," Hunter murmured as they walked back through the woods. When Reyana and her family were out of sight, Hunter pulled Jacota into him. "I can't be bothered to walk either."

Jacota smiled and held him tight.

They reached home in seconds, and Hunter's head always took a moment to settle when he was suddenly standing in a different place. Veronica landed a minute later, surprised that Jacota was in front of her when she did.

"You took your time," Hunter smirked.

Veronica raised an eyebrow and folded her jacket over her arms.

"I like to take the scenic route," she said and almost released her smile as they turned and walked through the front door, just as Anthony stopped and stared, clearly panicked.

"Where the hell have you all been?" he yelled. "Again, no offence Veronica."

The demon shrugged and leant against the bannister, watching the relief wash over Scott's face.

"We just, uh... we just needed time alone," Hunter said, lying to his father.

Anthony didn't believe him and turned to Veronica. "Why were you with them? Where did they go?"

She glanced at the boys and sighed.

"I was walking back to the house and saw them land in front of me," she said smoothly. "Then we walked back together."

"You made us worry." Anthony nudged Hunter's shoulder, relaxing now that the boys were home. "Don't do that again when there's a crazy water God after your throats."

"Sorry." Hunter grabbed his mates hand, pulling him up the stairs so he could discuss what just happened. He motioned for Sam to follow too.

Anthony watched until they were gone before turning to Margo.

"He needs to start searching for more pack members; it's getting dangerous for him and Jacota to be lone alphas. Sam is great and loyal, but it's about time Hunter finds more wolves than just him, who will remain by his side for life."

Margo nodded, but she couldn't hide her concern.

"How will he trust other wolves? He has experienced the worst kind of betrayal, and it's going to be hard for him to put his life in a pack's hands."

"I know, but we have to guide him into trusting a pack. We will make sure that if they even dare to hurt him- actually, Jacota will make sure of that. After what he did to those wolves when they came to kill Hunter, you'd have to be pretty damn stupid to get on a Gods bad side."

* * * * *

"So, we are just waiting for Cordelia to sort out her family problems, then her and her mate will come and... talk?" Sam said after his alpha explained what he and Jacota really got up to when everyone left.

"Yeah," Hunter said, lying on his bed, throwing one of Jacota's stress balls up and catching it. "I don't trust her though."

Jacota sat on a chair, his elbow leaning against the desk. He wanted to pace and fidget, his mind wanted to cover every possible danger, and he needed to make up unnecessary scenarios causing more anxiety and leading to a breakdown. Instead, he watched through the window, feeling the warm sun against his skin, keeping away anything that could lead to him freaking out.

Occasionally, he felt Hunter gaze at him then return his attention to Sam, trying to be a good alpha, a better alpha than what he has been over the past few weeks. Sam would never complain, but he did miss how it used to be. He missed being in a fully functioning pack.

"I don't either," Sam agreed, standing in the doorway. "I'm sure we can guide her in the right direction, especially if she has already said that she doesn't want Jacota dead."

"Yeah, but how do we know that's not lies? I don't want fake trust; I'm sick of it." Hunter sat up and grabbed Jacota's attention by throwing the ball at him. It bounced off his shoulder, and he flashed a sweet smile when Jacota jumped. "You okay?"

Jacota nodded and spun on the chair to face him.

"Do you think she'll be here soon?" he asked. If Sam were just a human, he wouldn't have heard him.

"I don't know." Hunter moved to the end of the bed and pulled on Jacota's leg. The wheels on the chair glided along the wood until he was right in front of him. "Fidget with this." Hunter shoved the stress ball in his hand. "It'll be okay. We'll sort this mess out."

* * * * *

By 10:30 in the evening, there was still no sign of Cordelia and Hunter could tell it was eating away at his mate. Jacota had been brushing his teeth for much longer than usual, staring at himself in the mirror.

"You'll make your gums bleed," he yelled from the bedroom after pulling off his t-shirt and climbing into bed. Jacota finally appeared and climbed into bed beside him. "Tomorrow, if she has not visited us by lunchtime then we'll find her ourselves."

Jacota nodded and pulled the duvet up to his chin. He turned away from Hunter, and the sadness flooded his eyes. He deflated into the mattress, the worry spilling out of him.

After a moment of silence, Hunter shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Jacota's back into his chest.

"You'll be okay," Hunter whispered and kissed his temple. "We'll sort this, I promise."

Jacota turned around, and their noses touched. Hunter's arms tightened, and the God relaxed.

"Why is everything so hard?" Jacota whispered.

"I'd be worried if it was easy." Hunter snuggled even closer, tucking the duvet in behind him. "I still can't believe this happened. I just thought I was mated to a human, not a werewolf God who can move things with his mind, summon storms, and shock people with electricity bolts."

"Sometimes I forget that I'm here when I wake up, and I think I'm in my old room with Will sleeping in the bed under the window. I expect to hear a voice in my head and think about when my mum will come in, waking us up for college. Then you move next to me, and I remember that that life is gone."

"The only thing I had to worry about was the rival pack," Hunter smiled and kissed him softly. Their hearts fluttered from the affection. "But I didn't get to sleep next to you every night. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true."

"That was a bit um, yeah," Jacota whispered, and they chuckled together.

"Thing's won't be this stressful all the time. Think about when it's thousands of years into the future; I'll be breaking stairs, Sam will be fixing the stairs..." Hunter stopped to watch the beautiful smile on his mate's face. "And we will be used to this life."

Jacota lifted a hand and rested it gently on Hunter's cheek. He whispered, "I can't wait." And Hunter kissed him again, slower this time and more meaningful. Jacota embedded his fingers into Hunter's hair, enjoying just focusing on him.

When they pulled away, the warmth of their love circled in their bodies. The dim glow of the moonlight shone sweetly, and Hunter felt something he hadn't felt all year. He pulled his head further back, staring at his mate with a frown.

"Oh," he breathed, "I forgot about this."

"What?" Jacota asked, feeling strange vibes from Hunter. His affection felt dense.

"Well," Hunter thought of ways to explain. "Do you know what heat is for animals?"

"Um, is it like, mating season?"

"Yeah. So, wolves have to go into heat usually around April or whatever, but werewolves go into heat around June or July to avoid any problems or whatever. I don't know, there are no wolves in England so I guess it doesn't matter here."

"And it's July," Jacota said.

"Yeah, but I've never experienced being in heat with a mate." Hunter rolled onto his back. "I don't know how strong it'll be, or if you'll feel it too."