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

first thing in the morning. I’ll tuck that

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

pick one, or what?’

feels right, spelt

exactly?’ I inquired about the random emphasis she

b***h’ to your heart’s content. Don’t drag me down with you,’ she snuffed, raising

was this how I sounded to

‘My voice is simply an auditory

‘You’re a what now?’

too much attitude. ‘I sound like you because we live in your brain. That’s why, to

wolf and I

is all from your memories, you dense human muffin. Maybe you should have paid more attention in school and then it’d be

Muffin?

yesterday!’ I finally

was stuck beneath the

a real wolf form had been my dream. But the shift,

doesn’t feel time, something is missing,’ and it was as though I could feel her staring into the distance, searching for something and

later. The symptoms experienced before our wolves manifested and emerged from their hibernation could be anywhere from a few hours, to a few days. Why wasn’t she

goddess, I could

the hall, to Lucy. Somehow, I could

I excitedly called out, hoping she was in fact

a much clearer bang than I was expecting as my door

me everything!” She bounced onto my mattress, grasping my hands. “Are

there’s something missing?” And I proceeded to tell her what my wolf

her brows furrowed in thought. “But if your wolf is saying she needs to wait, then there has to be a reason. Has she given

that it’s spelt with two

like you, isn’t she?” My friend

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

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

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

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

“Luce?”

just…

stables this morning?” I offered, hating to see her so

off,” she tried to

And I really think you should take a day, just

push her back to her room and into bed, “nope, not hearing it. I’ll ask if someone can bring you some breakfast too? Live like a

snuggle up in bed. I

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

our wolves could link with each other too. But they

not be telling me? If she was keeping it to herself, then it was something deeply personal. Maybe she really mind-linked the wrong person and it blew

now, I still couldn’t keep the spring out of my step at having another

have to 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 natural authority. Was this all because of yesterday? Or did Evva’s arrival