Warring Twin Wolves

Chapter Eight

Gabby:

         I was in shock; completely flabbergasted.  Everything felt like it was a dream, and then that dream was yanked abruptly.  I didn’t see it coming.  I told myself, ‘Never again, Gabby.  Never ever again’.  

          They released me to go home the day I woke up; I guess I passed out from the stress, and I was healthy besides not waking up, so they had no reason to keep me when I awoke.  They already knew the cause of my condition; the rejection.  

          I have felt like I have been watching my life from another person’s view.  Like I am watching a movie, and I have no control.  Choices have been made for me, and I have just been viewing it like it was a movie.  Now there is a part of me struggling to get out.  Not my wolf, but me...the real me.  Right now, I am a girl who has had her soulmate ripped away from her, a girl who feels only half complete.  I need to figure out how to overcome this pain so I can move on with my life, and get this idea of my mate being half of me out of my head.  I am enough.  The real me inside is screaming, ‘I AM ENOUGH!’.  I can make a complete werewolf all on my own.  I guess the real me just is having trouble convincing the girl and who is in control now of all of that.  

            Another problem is my wolf, Gemma.  She took a huge hit.  I lost consciousness, and we don’t know exactly what happened to her yet, so I guess I am less than half complete.  The pack doctor thinks she has gone into forced hibernation.  I just think she has closed herself off and is licking her wounds.  I think she’s still awake and watching.  I don’t think I will hear from her for a while.  I know she went through the same pain I did; we are inhabiting the same person.  We can feel what the other feels, talk to each other, and feel the other’s movements.  Sometimes I would detect her shifting or moving in my mind.  No, I don’t think she is literally moving in my head.  I’m not sure of the exact science of it all.  I miss her, though.

          While I am deep in my thoughts, Cooper came in.  He is another part of the equation.  We have been through everything together.  We have a bond that rivals mate bonds but without the s****l attraction.  We do feel the need to be near each other every once in a while as a kind of recharge, or strengthening of the bond.  What happens to us now that he has found a mate?  Will their bond strengthen as ours weakens?  I guess we were going to be separated eventually.  That thought just depresses me.  

           So, Cooper came into my bedroom.  I didn’t realize at first because I was so lost in my musings, but he finally got my attention by shaking my shoulder.  I just looked over at him as an answer to his call.  He said, “Gabs, I need to talk to you about today.  I should have told you last night, but it was late, so I waited until this morn-”.  I cut him off, “What is it you want to say?”. 

          He started to fidget, looking down at his hands, and I asked in a calm tone, “Is this how an Alpha handles a difficult conversation with the member of the pack?”.  He looked at me with hurt in his eyes, and said, “Ooookaaay, where did that come from?”.  

          I have no idea as to the answer to his question.  I felt so bad.  I have got to get it together.  The hurt in his eye made my heart clench, and I can’t take many more hits in that organ for the moment.  I hung my head in shame, “I am so sorry, Coop.  I don’t know what’s going on with me”.  

          He just shook his head with a slight smile, and said, “It’s okay, sis, I would probably be in the same state right now if I were you”.  I looked up at him and shook my head, “It’s still no excuse”.  

          Coop pulled my desk chair over and sat down next to my bed.  He took a deep breath, took my hand, and looked me in the eye.  I was getting nervous and sat up more against the headboard of my bed in dreadful anticipation.  He looked up and told me, 

“I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but I found my mate the same night you did”.  I shook my head to answer that I had not.  Then I felt worried.  Was he rejected too?

I grabbed his hand and exclaimed, “Oh no, Cooper!  Did you get rejected as well?”. 

Cooper shook his head and murmured, “No, my mate and I both accepted each other.  In fact, her family is coming to meet ours’ today.  We plan on her moving in immediately afterward”.  

          I looked at him confused, and asked, “So why aren’t jumping up and down for joy?  I want to hear all about it.  Do I know her?”.  Now he looked like he was weighing his words.  What is the matter with him?  He looked at me right in the eye, and said, “I am just going to give it to you straight.  My mate’s name is Jaycie.  Jaycie Ravenwood.  Her brother is-”.    

          I held up my hand to stop him so I did not have to hear that name make its oily way out of my sweet twin’s mouth.  All I could hear right now was his voice, saying, “I, Daniel Ravenwood”, over and over again.  I started to feel the pain, just from the memory.  I was quickly drowning into the abyss of unrequited matehood.   

          I heard someone say, “Screw him.  Let him come”.  It was me!  I felt like I was rising from the depths of despair.  I said, “He can’t hurt me anymore than he already has, and there’s also the matter of accepting his rejection”.  Coop looked a little uneasy about what I just said, so I leaned forward and told him, “Don’t worry.  I will not make a scene, nor will I use your happy day to make her brother and family upset.  I will find another day to formally accept his rejection to his psychotic judgmental face”.  

          I was feeling a little better.  There was still going to be an opportunity to completely sever the bond so I will not feel any pull towards him.  I don’t care about getting another mate, true or chosen.  I just want to move on and not be compelled to think of or have feelings for someone anymore.  

          I think this is the real me trying to come through and make herself known.  I believe I am one step closer to being complete when she gets all the way out.  The thought of a bolder me coming out to complete me cheers me up a little.  We will have to see what the future brings.