***Christina***
"Damit!!" I threw my bag on my bed as I entered my room, slamming the door shut. Thank God I was home alone, or Dad would have been on me about slamming his doors. Dad had tried talking to me before I left the field. I bite my tongue and gave him a few minutes, I was pissed and just wanted to leave, Seeing him walk away with her about killed me, like all the other times, The memory of him carrying her in his arms the first time i saw her is still so strong in my mind, he never carried me like that, The way his arms held her to him. Burning pain ripped through me that night. The look on his face, I knew she was his mate, but Butch never held that soft look for anyone.
I had started to stay here at my Dad's more often lately as I was trying to pull the attention off me. I
