22. Takes time.
Maxwell P.O.V:
"Leave please"
Watching the door, slowly closing in my face. My head hung low, I turned around and walked silently towards darkness. Through the trees that were swaying with the wind, as the moonlight drifted across my paled white skin. What happened between Samantha and I. We were getting along at school until the incident happened and now she doesn't want to come near me. As if I terrify her somehow.
My mind began to wonder, making up stories that apparently occurred. When my father traveled in a hazy, mist form from the pack house to me. "Son, are you OK?" he questioned. I smiled and nodded. "Son?" he snapped, pulling onto my arm. "I'm fine!" I snapped back. Making my way to the pack house.
Since the last time we came here my father has been acting
