“Today? Are you serious?” I exclaimed.
Becca nodded, “We need to give Garrett’s pack as much time as possible to prepare for the fight.”
“But the fight is in a week.” I argued.
“Actually it’s in six days.” she shot back.
“No buts. We’re going today and that’s final.” Becca declared.
I sighed. Was I really ready to meet this Jake guy? As much as I wanted to figure out why I feel the things I feel whenever I hear his name, I still don’t know if I’m ready. There’s just this nagging feeling that I have but maybe that’s just nerves and stress about the fight to save my mom.
“Now pack up. We’re leaving soon.” Becca said, and with that she strutted out of the room.
I sighed yet again and opened my closet. At least packing will be easy, all I wear now is jogging pants and sweaters. Its not like I need to impress anyone.
“And make sure to pack some decent clothes, not just those hideous things you’ve been wearing lately.” Becca ordered, popping her head back into my room.
Okay that was weird.
I stuffed a few pairs of jogging pants and a sweater along with some “decent” clothes into a suitcase before closing it and flopping onto my bed.
I need a nap, the littlest things tire me out.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep someone burst into my room and jumped on top of me.
“There’s no time for napping! Go get dressed and I’ll finish packing for you. And make sure you look presentable.” Becca ordered, giving me a stern look.
“Okay, okay.” I grumbled as I made my way to my closet yet again.
I put on a pair of black leggings and a tank top, then I slid on a cardigan and black and white converse. That’s as good as I’m going to look today.
Becca nodded in approval, much to my delight, when she saw me.
“So why do I even have to look good?” I asked, flopping back down onto my bed where she was now lounging.
“Because you’re going to meet my mate and his pack, you have to look good so I can show you off, duh.”
I chuckled at the crazy girl beside me.
She suddenly jumped off my bed and grabbed my suitcase. “Lets go!” she exclaimed, grabbed my hand, and dragged us both downstairs.
“What’s the rush?” I laughed once we were downstairs.
“Garrett’s waiting outside for us.” Becca explained, dragging me outside after her.
“Hey baby!” she exclaimed when she laid eyes on her mate, totally forgetting about me.
I’m happy for her but at the same time I felt a pang of jealousy too. What I wouldn’t do to have my mate back.
As I approached the pair I couldn’t help but think about how cute they look together.
“So do I get a proper introduction this time or what?” I asked once I was caught up to them.
“Oh yes, I’m Garrett, and you must be the lovely Liza that Becca has told me so much about.” Garrett said politely, sticking out his hand for me to shake.
I gladly took it and said “Yes, I’m Liza, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Becca has talked about you non stop.”
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Becca interjected, clearly embarrassed.
We both chuckled and got in what I assumed was Garrett’s car.
“So how long of a drive is it to where you live?” Becca asked five minutes into the drive.
I internally groaned, this better not be one of those car rides. You know like the ones where someone’s either singing obnoxiously, talking about stupid boring stuff or asking how much longer is left the whole time.
Those rides seriously suck.
Before I could find out what kind of ride this would be I pulled out my phone and plugged in my earphones.
I picked a random song as I put the buds in my earphones and blasted it.
Now I wouldn’t have to hear the two love birds flirt the whole time, if they were going to do that.
All I know is that I’m not taking the chance to find out.
I find any kind of gooey love stuff is just repulsing, ever since he left.
I remember when I was just a girl in love with the idea of her price charming coming to save her from her own personal hell.
Whatever happened to that girl? Oh yeah, her heart got torn out and stomped on.
I must have fallen asleep on the way because the next thing I knew, I was being shook awake.
“C’mon get up sleepy head, were here.” Becca said, shaking me some more.
“Okay, I’m up.” I grumbled, pushing her out of my way so I could get out.
I looked around and the most delicious and beautiful, yet strangely familiar, sent hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Do you smell that?” I asked Becca.
She stiffened and shook her head no.
“You’re tired and I’m tired and there’s a cabin that’s separate from the pack house that Garrett said we could stay in. Why don’t we go check that out?” Becca suggested, but if felt like more of a demand.
“But I want to explore and meet some people.” I whined, but the truth was I just wanted to meet this Jake guy, and find out what that wonderful smell was.
“We have lots if time to do that tomorrow, we should just go rest, it’s been a long ride.” Becca all but ordered, taking my hand and dragging me to the cabin. She has a habit of forcing me to go places with her.
Once we got settled in I told Becca that I was going to bed, then went to my room and sat on the bed. But there was no way I was going to sleep tonight without some answers.
I decided to climb out the window and go explore on my own.
Soon enough I was walking around aimlessly, just hoping to find something or someone that could give me some answers.
It was starting to get dark and I was losing all hope when I bumped into someone.
“Woah there little lady. Where did you come from?” A deep voice asked, steadying me so I wouldn’t fall.
“I ah, I just got here today.” Was my stupid reply.
I looked up at the guy to find black eyes and a smirk looking down at me.
“Oh your must be Becca or Liza.” The guy said.
“Liza.” I answered, taking a step back to get some distance between us. He creeps me out.
“I didn’t think you would be so pretty. We could have a lot of fun, you and I.” He said in a husky voice.
“No thank you.” I squeaked, shaking my head.
He took a dangerous step forward and I took a step back.
“Don’t walk away from me little lady.” He ordered.
“W-what do you want?” I asked, my whole body trembling in fear.
“Just a good time, that’s all.” He replied, taking another step forward.
I instinctively took another step back, wrong move on my part because the next think I know I’m on the ground groaning in pain and he’s looking down at me with a sadistic smirk.
“P-please don’t do this.” I pleaded, tears prickling my eyes, but I refused to free them and give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
“If you won’t cooperate I’ll just have to do this differently.” He hissed, crouching down so he was face to face with me, his sour breath fanning across my face and making me shiver in disgust.
“Go to hell.” I growled and threw whatever energy I could muster up out of me and at him.
He flew back about ten feet, giving me enough time and space to get up and run, literally for my life.
I could hear his footsteps behind me but they weren’t getting that close, I must have hurt him. Good.
I was running blindly through the black forest, having no idea where I was but not caring. All I knew was that I had to get far away from this guy.
But at the same time a part of me just wanted to give up. Maybe if I stopped he would catch up to me and kill me. Simple as that.
That wouldn’t be too bad. There would be no more pain, no more suffering, no more longing for my mate to come back.
I shouldn’t have to live like this anymore, I wouldn’t have to live at all. And truthfully, I didn’t want to live if he wasn’t in it.
There’s no point in living when your other half is missing. You’re not complete, there’s a hole in your heart. It’s like your can’t laugh or enjoy anything without feeling guilty.
I didn’t want to live like this anymore. So I stopped. Stopped dead in my tracks.
I heard his footsteps come closer and closer, and instead of feeling panicked I felt peaceful, grateful that someone would finally take away all the pain.
I could hear his heartbeat and his shallow uneven pants.
Then I heard his sadistic, cold laugh. But still I felt no fear.
I sensed him behind me, waiting for the right moment to attack.
“Just get it over and done with, quick.” I whispered.
I felt him take the final step, so his chest was now pressed to my back.
His hands found their way around my neck and held tightly, but then he released me.
What the hell?
Suddenly he was in font of me.
“Why sound I do this your way. You deserve to suffer.” He spat.
“I suffer every day, more than you’ll ever know.” I said emotionlessly.
“You don’t know anything.” He growled.
“I know more than you think.” I said, rising my voice ever so slightly.
Then I felt stinging on the right side of my cheek, he just slapped me but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t care.
“Impressive.” he said, shaking his head and walking in a circle around me.
“What shall I do with you?” He asked himself.
I rolled my eyes, this guy needs a one way ticket to the looney bin.
“Maybe I’ll just kill you quick and easy after all, you don’t seem like much fun to torture.” He mused, again more to himself than me.
He stood directly in front of me and placed his hands on my neck again.
“Such a waste of a pretty face.” He said sadly, shaking his head.
Just as I felt him put more pressure on my neck, like he was about to twist it, something jumped out of nowhere and knocked him away from me.
It was a big black wolf. But not just any wolf, a werewolf.
The wolf quickly ripped out the throat of the guy and turned around to face me, its stunning blue eyes boring into mine with an intensity I couldn’t explain but was probably mirroring.
Those eyes, those familiar eyes I once knew so well, the ones I only see in my dreams ever since he left, were actually there, right in front of me.
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, then blinked again. This can’t be real. This has to be a dream.
But it wasn’t. There he was, right in front of me.