Rhys
Why on earth did she have to come back?
That was the same question that I had been asking myself ever since I forced that unfamiliar scented wolf to shift.
So much had changed about her, but at the same time she was still completely the same.
For starters she was no longer the little girl that was once my best friend. After five long years she was now a full woman. All it took was just a glance and I could see the ways her body had filled into itself in all of the right places, by the goddess her breasts-
No, I could not be thinking about her body right now, no matter how absolutely f*****g perfect it might be.
I had made that decision ever since she just ran away from us and broke our hearts that if I ever saw her again I would have nothing to do with her…. Not after everything.
And now what was Declan saying, that Grace had two children… our kids?
This was f****d up.
My body itched, I needed to go for a run now.
My bone cracked and rearranged itself to form my werewolf form, and my skin sprouted out into fur.
The world around me seemed sharper, louder and scent was extremely heightened. I hit the ground on my four limbs and I ran.
My lungs ached, but I only pushed myself faster, until everything else around me was blurred. I was not running for a good time, I was running because I needed a way to get all of this anger out else I would end up causing more harm than good and I did not want that.
I felt the branches crack as I steeped over the small branches and leapt over big logs. The sky was full of stars but yet it brought me no comfort.
The earth thundered beneath my paws, the sensation doing nothing to calm the raging anger that was in my chest.
I could not get it out of my head, the fact that Declan and I were dads and for five years Grace had kept us away from our children.
We missed out on all of the early years of their lives all because of some selfish f*****g idea that someone had made…. See how many lives were affected.
And here she was using f*****g wolvesbane on them…. What kind of monster had she turned into?
I pushed myself farther as he words echoed again and again… I usually had more composure than this, but as usual, whenever it came to Grace I seemed to lose all sense of reasoning, whether it was as I was utterly in love with her or when I hated her.
A snarl ripped out of me, feral and raw, scattering birds into the night sky.
I ran deeper and deeper into the woods, welcoming the pain that flared through my being. The pain was good, it meant that I did not have to think, but unfortunately, it was not working.
Sometimes I wished that she had just rejected us, at least it would have led to some sort of closure.
But no she chose to do this cruel thing to my brother and i…. to her best f*****g friend.
She left us in some kind of painful limbo, where we were never free, and forever missing a part of ourselves.
That was cruel.
We searched for so long but we never found her.
Days quickly turned into weeks, weeks to months and those months to five years.
And that was when I knew the kind of person she was.
She was only back right now because she needed something and I would never fall for any of her f*****g tricks again... I wanted nothing to do with her.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
I wanted to scream.
Another growl shook my chest. My wolf wanted blood. Wanted answers. Wanted to own Grace now that she was gone and make sure that she never got away again even though I personally did not want that.
I’d rather she stay the f**k away from me.
The forest blurred and Miles vanished beneath me.
I leapt over the small stream and nearly tripped on a rock. I ran until my muscles screamed for mercy until I could not take it anymore.
I was still angry, but my anger had sizzled down into something that only simmered deep within me.
I finally decided I had enough and began heading back to the pack house.
I shifted back and grabbed a pair of pants form one of the closest tree barks before heading towards the house barefoot.
The hallway was silent.
Too silent.
Everyone was asleep.
I wanted to go straight to my room bit I just had to have a look… Her door was at the end of the hall.
I told myself I was just checking, I wanted to see the kids for myself. And no matter how bullshit that sounded, I had to believe it.
I opened the door without a sound.
The soft glow of the night light cast a beautiful silhouette across her. She lay curled on her side, hair fanned across the pillow, her arms were wrapped protectively around two small humans.
The twins.
Her scent consumed me, it was still the same. That soft citrus vanilla flavor.
I felt the bond spark, the nod was yearning for her.
The way I stood staring at them, I wished I was part of that too.
I took closer before I even realized that I was moving.
She shifted in her sleep, brow creasing as if she sensed me.
I wanted to touch her so bad that it killed me.
My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. There were so many answers that I wanted her to provide for me.
Why did she leave us?
Where had she been?
How was she?
Instead, I stood there, breathing quietly, memorizing the rise and fall of her chest like a thief stealing moments he had no right to.
I reached my hands towards her then caught myself midway.
Fuck!
I ran a frustrated hand through my hair
“I f*****g hate you for doing this to me,” I whispered.
Even though I wasn’t so sure if I believe those words myself.