Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 37

CHAPTER 37 – THIS IS THE DELTA?

Evie

Astennu shifted to his wolf, joining his twin. I folded his clothing and stuffed them, along with Badru’s, into the saddlebag he had fixed in place.

‘Don’t damage the papers,’ he warned. ‘And there’s a flash drive in there too. It’s all for Elan.’

I grasped the carved eagle horn, about to haul myself up into the stirrups, when Astennu nudged me.

‘Hang on, don’t get up just yet. Aasim and Heru usually play chase for a while.’

I stood back, watching the giant ebony wolf lower his chest to the ground and wave his tail around, barking to initiate the game. Heru began to rear his head, swishing his tail and the two took off out of the stables, running at full pelt down the riding trail heading east.

Guess I was walking for a while.

‘Wanna catch up?’ Badru rubbed up my flank, trotting along beside me.

‘You that desperate to play Heru too?’ I teased, earning a loud grumble of protest.

‘I would have asked if you wanted to ride me,’ he muttered. ‘But last time I asked that, you scowled.’

‘That’s because you said it in a gross way,’ I patted his head.

‘Ok, you wanna ride me in a non-gross way?’

I let loose a sharp burst of laughter, ‘crouch down then.’

Once I was situated on his back with a firm grasp on his thick fur at the scruff of his neck, he took off to catch up. We were over halfway to the wiccan commune by the time Aasim and Heru had finished playing chase, and I was able to actually get some horse riding in. The stallion was always a ball of boundless energy and kept up with the two Alpha wolves easily. The twins, too, lacked no limits to their stamina, tumbling and pouncing on each other as they ran through the shallow covering of snow. I noticed Astennu was the faster of the two, always just a whisker ahead. Badru was stronger. The few times he managed to catch his older twin, he pinned him with a little more ease.

The wiccan Family’s land became apparent as we neared, gradually becoming greener and warmer, the snow retreating. Blooms and trees, in full leaf, flourished when they should lay dormant given winter’s beginning. While I had never met any personally, we had been taught in school about all the beings we shared our world with. As the legend went, wiccans were humans blessed by the moon goddess and entrusted to protect the primordial spirit of the earth, gaia, by manipulating the energies of nature around them. Earth wiccans were the most numerous, able to grow plants no matter the season and enhance their natural properties, making them quite potent. Others could see the aura of those around them, some could communicate with animals and there were those that could heal injuries, and even receive visions of the future.

As the treeline receded, Astennu and Badru halted our run to shift and dress. Elan’s home lay just up ahead on the edge of the wiccan commune. I could hear the excited sounds of another horse nearby and as soon as I had removed my mates’ clothes from the saddlebags, handing them over, Heru was off. About to panic I had let him run away, I ran after him, only to pull up a short distance later in front of a log-built cottage with a thatched roof and climbing roses and ivies growing up the exterior. A large paddock lay at the side with an attached stable and a roan-coloured appaloosa hanging its head over the fence to greet the pale gold stallion.

I heard a light chuckle behind me from Astennu as he approached, sliding on his jacket.

“That’s Elan’s mare, Sugar,” he placed emphasis on the mare’s name, a knowing smirk teasing his lips as he looked on at his horse nuzzling the pretty appaloosa. “That’s how we met him. He was out for a ride at the same time I was breaking in Heru.”

The two were quite smitten. My boy liked him some Sugar, it seemed.

I was expecting; he had to be Elan. The man greeted Heru, who didn’t seem

no clue what I did for that

taking his as he

each of their hands in turn, pulling them in for one of those

me

joked, slapping his arm across my back to lead me into

could despite our height difference; he was about a half foot shorter than me. He also had the strangest brown eyes I had ever seen. They were an unnaturally vivid shade, with bright specks of gold,

me, I’m a bit of a weird exception,” I awkwardly laughed. I wasn’t expecting such a warm greeting, having

my shoulder, about to ask about Heru, to see Astennu already dealing with his saddle and bridle, nodding at me to go into the house and that he’d follow soon. As I was heading through the door, I looked to see the stallion taking off into the paddock after Sugar. He had galloped the whole way and still had stacks of energy to chase the

and honeysuckle vines grew everywhere on the ceiling and in full bloom. Pots hung from driftwood branches along the walls and huge

help but gape, having

couple of the vines reach out slowly and uncurl towards Elan,

on my cheek, making me jerk at the unexpected sensation. One of the trailing vines crept around my shoulder and up to my face, another was working its way around

smiled, obviously amused by my

“How do you know?”

telling me,” he stroked one of the flowers. The confusion must have been written all over my face because he added, “not everything talks

on the exterior didn’t seem to react at all as we

They kinda take

had vines snaking all over him, a few even blooming against

a plant?” I snickered at the

what

woman by her hand to greet me; his familiar, a wiccan version of wolf’s mate. She too had

handle small injuries” she blushed. “Come on through, Elan has

and patterned pashmina shawl around her shoulders after leading us through to a kitchen diner and

the funky stuff?” Badru

of his head and waved us

funky stuff?’ I

Family that lives in a wolf

‘Ashen Star?’ I clarified.

began pouring me a cup of the non-funky tea. ‘It is like catnip to our wolves, makes them all spacey and

had been silently watching and admiring everything

with soy crepes, fresh raspberries from the stalks grown in the kitchen, and

of bacon,” Badru muttered at

that tofu bacon? It went down well last time,”

huge grin on his face at the inside joke

last time I offered them some,” Elan nudged me, letting me in on the story. “They both threw it up in seconds.