WC:371+ - He's kinda aware something's up, he just doesn't know what o.o
He was not stalking... just following out of concern. Not stalking, not stalking. Again and again he repeated the words as if the were some mantra in an attempt to convince himself that he really was only following. The trail was strong and easy enough to keep to, but every now and then he became so occupied with arguing with himself that he lost the trail and had to back track and start following once more... Matteo was nowhere in sight, for he had been keeping himself well hidden and at a safe distance, unsure what to make of his mate heading out with such a strange look upon his face. Something simply did not feel right, a tight, sickly feeling that was wrong probed at him and he found himself compelled to -follow- (not stalk) the white one to wherever he was going. Since he and Matteo had officially become mates, things had been going surprisingly well; almost too well some may say, but he was happy, he had the one he loved by his side and had somehow formed his own family.. sort of. One heck of a strange family I have.. he muffled a laugh, forcing himself to pay attention to his stalking.. concerned following.
Before long he found himself at what looked like a cave and memories of Selene flooded his mind, along with an old, almost forgotten dread. He isn't like that.. he doesn't any more, he wouldn't... panic struck him as he recalled long hidden memories of the white female self harming. But his blind love for his mate made him believe that he was overreacting, being over sensitive and foolishly over thinking things; everything was fine. From the scents that lingered by the entrance, he guessed Carrissa was with Teo and so he silently padded in after them, his ears picking up muffled voices up ahead but no details, nor sentences could be made out. Lingering a short distance away he found his feet fixed upon the spot, as if the were suddenly chained down. Shrugging off the bad feeling he approached confidently, a huge smile on his face to cover his inner uncertainty to whatever was going on. “Guess who?” he called out.
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