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I focus every inch of my brain on a singular objective of communicating with him through my head. I don't know the reason for the sudden interest, but I would like to be able to do it as eloquently as he does. Maybe I was lying to myself and the only reason I wanted to do this was to hear his true thoughts and feelings for once. I was eager to understand what was going on behind those stubborn eyes.

"Come here Cain". I mumble out loud. Nothing in response.

"Cain~". I sing his name in my head. No response.

"Cain please come here". I plead him in my head. No response. Ugh, I don't think it'll work like this. He said he connects with me and that's why he can communicate. When have I ever connected with him? My mind, as if picking up its cue, directs this evening bathroom session when I can't help myself but think about him. s**t s**t s**t, what was I thinking about doing that? I am definitely losing my mind. I was desperate, but I recall the feeling of warm water against my body and felt my cheeks flush with excitement. I really want him to come here.

"Come inside, Cain". I repeat in my head once again with extreme desperation for this to work, and I watch as the handle on the door twists and his frame walks in. Holy s**t.

"Did you just communicate using telepathy?". He questions with obvious surprise in his expression.

"Yes, I did". I proudly smirked and straightened my back. Ha! I did it.

"Very well then, another step closer to my misery". He retorts.

"Why the hell would you say that now? Haven't you been on my ass about this entire thing of me not giving a s**t about you? I am now really trying to make this work. I don't even know which way to go or not, but I'm trying". I'm about to start yelling. I could feel it climb in the back of my throat.

"What makes you think I want you to be invading my head? Are you really this delusional? I want nothing to do with you. Don't try and act as if you could ever be serious about this. This is not a game and don't try to get close to me, you never will, Lara. Goodnight". He slams the door behind him and leaves.

Tears fall from my eyes and I curl up in bed to let it all out. Jeez, pull yourself together Lara. He never gave a s**t about you. Why would you think he ever did? He's no different from any other man in your life and, more importantly, he's less of a man than anyone ever will be. He's half wolf for f***s sake. How could I ever let myself be this consumed by it? I shake the terrible feeling and get underneath the covers. A good sleep will fix it. I can not fathom him being cold and hot to me like that.

We are about to leave for New Orleans. I've never been, but hopefully it's not bad. I'm worried about being with other wolves too, since we'll be meeting with his family. I can't wait to get rid of this entire drama fest that has been going on for the past few days. Maddy keeps calling me to check up on me. I was rude to her the last time we talked so she'd give me space and not worry her head off. I felt terrible about that, but it'll all be over soon anyway. I walk outside dragging my luggage behind me, I get a notification of my taxi arriving and I make my way towards the door. I need clothes.

"Where do you think you're going? We have to leave together Lara". He already sounds irritated.

"Don't take that tone with me and stop being so annoying. I need clothes, it's Orleans, it's wet all the time". I shrugged at him and seated myself in the car.

"Be back soon human". He threatened me and made his way back inside.

Wow, won't even see me off. Such a self-absorbed, prideful bastard. I motioned the driver to continue and leave for the place I thought would have the clothes I liked. The place wasn't that far away, so we arrived quickly. I paid the driver and walked inside. The interior is minimal and white, radiating clothing of academic esthetics. Just the way I like it, I pick out a few coats and check out their staples. Cute sweats and hoodies catch my eyes and I foam at the sight of new sleepwear. Time passes in a blink, it's dark outside and I barely see anyone on the street. I make my purchases and carry my bags outside the store. No taxi would come to the back of the street for this shop, so I decided to walk myself instead. I took the alleyway to quickly reach the main street. My gut feeling tells me something bad is about to happen and, on cue, I hear laughter behind me. I keep walking, drawing no attention to them, but I hear their steps coming closer and closer. I speed up, but they do so too.

"Hey there beautiful, don't run away now, we won't bite you". One of the men speaks.

"Maybe we will". The other laughed and they both sped up to catch me. With the sound of them getting near me, I ran as fast as I could. I looked back to see how far they were, recalling all the self-defense classes I was taught as fear settled in every inch of my body. I bumped into something hard and fell. I couldn't see them behind me anymore.

"Aw, did you have a fall?". His voice startled me as they both stood in front of me smiling. Panic consumed my being as well as confusion. How did they come in front of me? They were just chasing me?

"Can't run now anyway, let's get to it. I'm starving". Starving? His hands reach for my neck and pick me up in one swift movement. I push his hand away, him choking me as hard as he can, no amount of kicking seems to be of help either. It's as if he was made of steel. The other looked at me and his red eyes stared back into mine. A look I'd never seen before. He was starving for me.