Inamatus (Sequel to ILR)
"Maxillius! Just wait a second!" He grabbed onto my arm and spun me around to face him. "Everything is going to be fine. Your pack will be okay, you will be okay, we will be okay. Please, believe me." He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I pushed him away, glaring at him.
"You're right. My pack will be okay but you're wrong about us. If you're just going to bring danger to my pack then I want you out of here by tomorrow." The hope in his green eyes died, reminding me of what the forest looks like after a large storm. "That's final."
His lips thinned and he stared at me blankly. "If you're going to be this way then you are never going to have that happy ending that you want." My breath caught in my throat. He knows I want that more than almost anything in the world. How dare he bring that up! I took a deep breath. My pack will always come first.
"Tomorrow," I remind him. "Don't even bother to say goodbye to me." I looked over his features one last time, knowing I'll miss him no matter what I do, and turned around. I have a few things to settle.
"-and then I fell from the tree. I broke my shoulder and was in a sling for about a week. Thank Goddess for werewolf healing." I laughed at his idiocy.
"Did you at least learn your lesson? Don't climb trees all the way to the top when the branches clearly aren't stable." He shook his head and I scoffed. ……