The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

“It’s okay, I’m feeling great, I want to be with Yura, I just figured it would be a little while before we were bonded,” for the first time, I felt my own heart racing.

“It will be okay, you’re a good man and you’ll make good husband.”

I took deep breath and let it out slowly, there were no mirrors in his place, so I couldn’t see my panic-struck face, but from the look on Mylicous’s face, it was noticeable.

“I’m not going to lie, I wish Derium was here,” I said.

“Well, it was a quick decision, I don’t think he will be too upset anyways.”

“Very true.”

Mylicous was right, I don’t think he would have been upset at all. They could have planned this for months on out and I don’t think Derium would have come. I took another deep breath and Mylicous led me out of the room.

Different scents hit my nose, but the notable one that I can remember distinctly was patchouli.  I think I remember it most because I don’t like that smell too much. I pushed it back and worked my way through it and focused on some of the other smells there.  There was lemon, lilac, and rose I believe.  There were a few others, but I didn’t know their names.

As I exited the middle tunnel and entered the main room, I was taken aback by the numerous amount of decorations that were about, twice as many as before I left the room earlier.  The females all had a crown of flowers in their hair, Yura’s being the most vibrant with blues and yellows.  The men of the pack had similar fur robes like mine, minus the head piece.  They stood off to the side of the archway and Mylicous took his spot in the middle.

Yura was glowing to say the least, she had a long, hide dress, with a blue stripe going down the side, her neck line was lined with red and purple beads, her hair pulled up, off the right side of her face and held up with a yellow flower. I didn’t move, I was frozen, but something in me clicked and I started walking again.  I took my place next to Yura and Mylicous produced a knife.

The knife had a black blade and the handle looked like it was made out of the antler from the elk I had shot, with thin, red piece of twine wrapped around the handle.

“I’m here to bind you two. I bind you in love, I bind you in spirit, most importantly, I bind you in blood. May I see your hands please?”

I put forth my right hand and Yura put forth her left hand, both palm side up, “I bind in love,” he said as he cut my hand, “I bind you spirit,” he said as he cut her, “And I bind you blood,” he said and put our hands together.  He used the red twine and wrapped it around our hands.  He positioned our hands down over a chalice. Our blood mixed and started to drip into the chalice, but there wasn’t a lot as we both healed.

“As you consume the blood of each other, you become one, separated by the death of love you share, or by the death of each other, but may you and the love last forever.”

We each took ahold of the chalice with out free hand and sipped from it. I sipped first then we led the cup to her mouth and then she sipped. The wolf blood played hell on my stomach, but I didn’t let it show.

“You are hereby bound for life; may it be happy one!”

We looked at each other after that and good minute went by before Mila nudged Yura, “Kiss him!”

Yura kissed me and I kissed her back, Mylicous unbound our hands and wrapped the twine back around it’s handle, “You keep hold of this knife, it’s a gift for you.”

“I will cherish it, thank you,” I said and tucked the knife in the waistline of my pants.

“We have a feast to make, there is hot water in the washing basin,” Mylicous said and gave me somewhat of a wink.

Yura pulled me in the direction of the washing room, her backside bouncing ever so gently as she walked down the tunnel leading to it. The room was steamy, and water was exceptionally hot.  I enjoyed it though, as did Yura.  I leaned against the side and she turned around, putting her back to me.  I massaged her scalp and used some of the soap to wash her hair.

Halfway through washing her hair, I heard small growl come from her, I heard some bones pop.  Yura quickly turned around, she was half transformed, from the waist up was part wolf.  She pinned to me the side of the basin, her claws digging into my biceps.  Her eyes were wolfen, so were her ears and teeth.  I became erect through the pain as she straddled me, I found myself inside of her.  She felt different, less constricted, but she thrusted viciously. Her snout grew out a little, I could see from the look in her wolfen eyes, she wanted to bite me, and she did, hard across my collarbone.  I screamed out and she let out howl, I released, but she kept thrusting a few more minutes.

I was still in her when she transformed back all they to human and it was strange. She threw herself off me and leaned up against the side of the basin next me.  I was in a state of shock, I was still trying to figure out what had just happened. It was kind of like our first time, but more intense and she bit me harder than before.

“Are you okay?” she asked, “did you not enjoy it?”

“I did, just was scary to be honest, you