Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Two V’s?

Evie

My next shift in the pack kitchens would be coming up soon and, since everyone wanted to point out I smelt like fermented milk, I headed back to my room. For a second shower of the day. Was I going to tempt fate again with dinner service?

Goddess, it was going to be so cold in my room to be wet through again.

Get an electric heater then, you gigantic muffin.

Why didn’t I think of that before!…

I was momentarily thrown off my step… did I just really think that? I had never called myself a gigantic muffin before in my life. A sarcastic moron that didn’t know when to quit, plenty of times.

I shook my head clear. This day was just f*****g with me. That was all. It had started as a shit-show and had thrown me off my game. And this damned pounding in my head was just exacerbating the situation.

I stopped by the storage room and rummaged around for a portable electric heater, finding no joy. I tested my waning luck with the storage room by the events hall; I knew we had some heaters somewhere. I was about to give up as the only thing I had found were those huge, fancy ones for the patio and I wasn’t about to be dragging that all the way to my room; it was hardly inconspicuous. I spotted what I was looking for, one of those bladeless tower fans that doubled as a heater, perfect.

Back in my room, the temporary ‘borrowed’ heater had dramatically taken the edge off of the air and that painful pounding within my skull had eased off too. My dinner service had been smooth, I hadn’t had anything dumped on me and, surprisingly, people had kept their distance from me as well. If I had thought slapping Janet with a tray would have gotten me somewhere, I would have done it months ago.

I wasn’t sure why, but my bed felt better than any other night I had slept in it. It was just as comfortable, it smelt no different, although those incredible faint scents of spices and sweet tree sap were back. There was no other discernible change and yet, this night, it had never felt so calming, so warm, as though it was its own blanket of tranquillity.

Whatever this sudden enhancement was, I was going to take full advantage of it for my lie-in tomorrow… if only this unrelenting buzzing that had started up before climbing into my bed would end.

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I rolled over with a groan and to the threads of dim sunlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains, catching me in the eyes.

Just five more minutes.

That was the most perfect plan anyone could suggest and I instantly cocooned myself further into my blankets. I had left the heater off last night as it was a little loud while I slept, plus I didn’t want anything catching fire overnight. That was all I needed to add to my repertoire as the wolfless rogue.

Wolfless? What the exact f**k do you think I am?

The sleepy fog that had encased my mind was slapped out of me at hearing the words clearly ring out from another voice that sounded suspiciously like myself but rougher, more animalistic. I snapped my head to the side, looking all around for another body in my bed, but finding no one. The scents of my room smelled more distinct, the colours clearer, the images sharper.

Was the mysterious voice… me?

‘After a fashion, I suppose. But in wider circles it’s pronounced wolf,’ the voice continued, in a rather chillingly familiar snark that I was used to hearing directed at others.

My wolf?

…I had a wolf!

was smack

on the uptake first thing in the morning. I’ll

to show up?! I think I’m allowed some semblance of freak-out,’ I snapped back… to

a name, or do I pick one, or what?’ I was having

spelt with two

I inquired about the random emphasis she had placed on her

can ‘basic b***h’ to your heart’s content. Don’t drag me down with

was this how I sounded to

voice is simply an auditory manifestation of

‘You’re a what now?’

huffed with far too much attitude. ‘I sound like you because we live in your brain. That’s why, to you, we have words, but to others’ wolves

and I was already getting

Maybe you should have paid more attention in

Muffin?

yesterday!’ I finally

It was like I was stuck beneath the water’s surface, trying to break through

and excited me. To have a real wolf form had been my dream. But the shift, as I had heard described, sounded horrifically

it doesn’t feel time, something is missing,’ and it was as though I could feel her staring into the distance, searching for something and not quite being able to put her

the shift followed just moments later. The symptoms experienced before our wolves manifested and emerged from their hibernation

goddess, I could

just across the hall, to Lucy. Somehow, I could feel she was awake, she was responding

wolf!’ I excitedly called out,

not a second passed before I heard a much clearer bang

mattress, grasping my hands. “Are you about

so. She says there’s something missing?” And I proceeded

is saying she needs to wait, then there has to be a reason. Has she given you

that it’s spelt with

like you, isn’t she?” My

to laugh that my wolf was as sarcastic as I was, with no filter. I dropped down next to her, resting my head against

careful about mind-linking in a room full of people. Just focus on one person till you get the hang,” she turned over so she was on her stomach. “I accidentally broadcasted my thoughts once to everyone in the room… and it

smirked, only to regret it instantly when a painful frown shadowed

something dumb about a guy… and he heard. I didn’t mention names, but he knew it was about him,” and she looked

“Luce?”

It was just…

about I cover your shift at the stables this morning?”

she tried to argue, but I wasn’t

like being around the horses. And I really think you

her room and into bed, “nope, not

up in bed. I quickly brushed up, changed and headed out to swipe some breakfast for

about mind-linking. She let me in, but she was

our human sides could mind-link, our wolves could link with each other too. But they didn’t share words, they shared emotions and body language, when

me? If she was keeping it to herself, then it was something deeply personal. Maybe she really mind-linked the

I think it’s worse than that,’ my wolf uttered. And as serious as she was trying to be right now, I still couldn’t keep the spring out of my step at having another voice in my mind, one that I had been waiting

beg, fail and end up taking it to her myself. The others working all seemed to straighten unconsciously in my presence, as though I had some