Just wrote a little something while watching Mac's route. Really wish MC got to go to college or something before she became a werewolf and joined the pack. Anyway...
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Whatever Mac was about to say to JDâwho was currently sitting smugly in the driving seat of her cop car, little shitâimmediately died on her tongue when she spotted a familiar truck rolling in. She just stopped, annoyance instantly melting to surprise, mouth dropping open and eyes going wide.
The last time Mac saw that truck was months ago, parked just outside of Havenfall. They were alone, the rest of Havenfallâs Finest having left to give them a private moment, and locked in tight embrace, desperate to make every second count before she had to leave.
âIâll be back,â her mate whispered between kisses. âTime will fly by and before you know it, Iâll be back home for the holidays.â
Mac had nodded, but deep down inside she knew it wouldnât happen. Time wouldnât fly by; it would drag slowly, torturously, until she was on the verge of insanity.
But this is what her mate wanted. Before she would take the bite and join the pack, she wanted to experience college life like she had intended before the world took that chance away from her with her parents.
Like hell was Mac going to deny her that chance.
So Mac closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of her mateâs neck. âI know you will,â she said softly, then deeply inhaled her mateâs scent, committing itâno, burning it into her memory. âBe careful. Let me know when youâve settled in.â
A nod and a verbal promise. Slim fingers slid from her hair to the back of her neck and gripped tightly. Mac pulled back, and quickly pressed their mouths together into a long, firm, kiss goodbye.
Then Mac waved the truck drive off until it disappeared from view, dust trail fading away.
(The tears didnât come until she had entered her too silent home later that night, and saw the absence of her fianceeâs favourite mug from the cupboard.
Obviously, she kept that part to herself when they had their first nightly video call.)
âWhat are you looking at?â
JDâs voice yanked Mac out of her memories. She blinked, but didnât tear her eyes away. She thought she heard JD moving around in her car butâ
âHey itâsâwoah!â
Mac was running, booking it like she was chasing prey in the woods, or JD after a mischief.
Behind her, she vaguely heard something hitting the sidewalk followed by the sound of cursing, but she paid it no mind. The rest of the world around her was nothing but blurred tunnel version now.
(Later on, Mac would learn that something was JD; they had been leaning half out of the car window to see what she was looking at. Her breaking out in a sudden run startled them. They then lost balance, tried in vain to save themselves only to fail badly, and hit the sidewalk face first with their legs still in the car.
But this isnât about JD, so moving on.)
Because right now it was the truck, and it was the opening of the driverside door, and it was the driver jumping out, and it was the driver seeing her, andâ
âMac!â
Collision.
The moment her arms were full, Mac instantly felt complete. Light, as if a massive weight she hadnât been aware of was gone. Her wolf howled in delight. Without pause, she grabbed the backs of her mateâs jean-covered thighs and picked her up easily. A surprised squeak, then a delighted laugh. Slim legs wrapped around her waist and hands grabbed her shoulders for balance.
Beautiful blue eyes gazed down lovingly at her behind familiar glasses as pale lips stretched into a blinding smile.
Mac bit back an embarrassingly needy whine. She had been without this for months. She shouldâve savoured every moment she was on the receiving end of her mateâs smile from the very beginning. Photos, memories, and their nightly video calls paled in comparison to the real deal.
Hands cupped Macâs face, and the sheriff instantly melted. Eyes on her mate, she turned her face to the side and pressed a soft kiss to a palm.
âWelcome home,â Mac said, voice a little rough, green eyes shining.
The hands slid around to the back of her head. Nails scratched her scalp, and Mac couldnât help the growly purr rumbling from her throat. Her mateâs smile softened, and her eyes shone in a way that had Macâs heart race and her wolf whine in need.
Whoever moved first, neither knew and neither cared, not when their lips met for the first time in months, slotting together as easily as two perfect puzzle pieces.
The kiss ended when their lungs screamed for air, yet they didnât separate. Foreheads pressed together, they stared into each otherâs eyes.
Then her mate sighed softly, contently, and nuzzled the tips of their noses together.
âGlad to be back, Mac.â