Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 86

I slept better last night after our conversation, after seeing him and feeling him again. It confirmed and

renewed feelings I've held for him, feelings I don't know should exist, ones that may be wrong but

inevitable. All I know is that when I saw him in my bedroom, a part of me felt whole.

He's not the same as he was when we first met, I can see that now. He talked to me, opened up to me,

came clean. It gives me even more hope than I had before, and that makes me nervous. In my mind,

our story had ended when James told me he was here to reject me, but now so much has changed

because of one conversation. One conversation and now I know that he wants me too. That's what

James meant when he said he was bringing me home, right? He wants me there. He wants to try and

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I have to reroute my mind again. It was heading towards a life alone, but now it may be going the

opposite way. There is still may roadblocks and issues keeping me hesitant about him, but I'm

confident in this. That woman, she's one of them. The green-eyed woman who haunted the hallways at

night. The fact that he was with her... It's a tremendous roadblock. I never want to be hurt like that

again.

I don't know if I trust him after witnessing those events. His kind words last night make me want to, but

sleeping with someone else is like a brand to my heart. The sounds still echo in my mind when I think

about it. The only reason that shines a bit of clarity on the entire thing is that he may have done it to

forget about me. I thought of this before but was too unsure to believe it. Now that I know he wants me

there, the thought doesn't seem so dubious. He told me that I am always in his head, and I can't help

but wonder if I was then too. Did he really need someone else to stop thinking about me?

It doesn't make up for the act, though. I hate that woman, I always will, and forgiving James for it

seems difficult right now. I don't want him to forget how much it hurt me, how many tears I shed

because of it. James can't forget that.

Even now, when he's at his pack house alone, I wonder if she is there. I doubt that I could feel it from

this far away. I wonder if he's loving her and only telling me what I need to hear.

When it comes to her, I don't know if I can believe him.

Due to my mother's pushing, I am on my way to see Noah, since yesterday we didn't get to talk much.

He agreed to meet at the open field near my house, but I can hardly think about making friends when I

know James will be coming back any day. Will it be tomorrow or the next day or the next? Should I

wear my nice pajamas just in case he sneaks in again? Should I try so hard? Should I make it seem

like I don't care? All the other girls know this, but again, I missed out on such dilemmas when I was

younger.

I come up to the field to find it empty, so I sit down in the grass to wait for Noah. The weather is nice

today, and the soft breeze brings a rough hum into the air from the leaves brushing against each other

above. The clouds are white, not a hint of grey, and the grass doesn't seem to itch my legs as usual.

Everything is nice. Everything is calm, and I can't help but get lost in my thoughts.

A sudden dropping presence pulls me back to reality as I notice Noah sitting down beside me. I take in

a short breath and except that I have to talk now. "Oh, hi," I say, recovering from the surprise.

"Hey." Noah asks, "You thinking about something? You looked like it, and I didn't know if I should

interrupt."

He has that boyish charm that all the girls around here seem to like. He is one of them, the people I

stayed away from because they all seemed too oblivious to real life. They snuck off pack land, flirted

with people who aren't their mate, danced and secretly drank all for fun. They do bad things to feel free

and never talk about finding their mate until they've found them, and once they do, it's all they talk

about. He's one of them, the happy people.

I smile because I think it's what friendly people do. "Oh, no. I was just waiting for you."