“I do not like him.” He chuckles and leans forward more. Staring at my face, I grow uncomfortable under his gaze, suddenly subconscious. Wondering if I put enough make up on today. I push imaginary strands of hair away from my face but keep my eyes on his. He frowns slightly and sits back, running his hand over head and down to the back of his neck.
“Okay, I believe you. How’s school going?” He asks, changing the subject.
“Well, as I haven’t been able to walk around or drive, I haven’t been; so not good.” I take another chunk of cookie and keep my eyes down.
“I can drive you, next week… if you want. I don’t have much else to do.” He sounds suddenly distant.
“Why did you come back?” I ask the question, that’s been bugging me since I first saw him back.
“It was time. This has always been my home. Always will be. I just felt… I needed to come back. Vicky would want me back home.” He looks out the window, a blank expression on his face.
“She would, Shawn… I…” he turns to look at me and silences me.
“Don’t Amber. It’s Okay. I’m fine. I don’t need your pity or sorrow. What I need, is to find all the rogues that were there that night. There’s something else they were up to.” My breath hitches, he doesn’t seem to realise what or how much he has said though. I run through my memories in my head from that time. Confusion setting in.
“I was told all the rogues that were there that night were killed? Is that not the truth?” He just looks to me. Not saying anything.
“Shawn, were they all killed? Like I was told?” He leans forward resting his elbows on his knees and sinks his head.
“Shawn?” He lifts his head slightly to look at me
“Well?” I question again.
He refuses to answer, but that's answer enough for me. I grab my bag and stand, and walk as quickly and calmly as I can to the exit, I don’t miss the look that Ryan gives me as I walk past. Following me with his eyes to the door. I open it and stand outside, but then suddenly remember that Shawn had dropped me off and then parked the car. I have no idea where it is. I could get a taxi home, but he still has my house keys.
I settle for walking down the high street, away from the coffee shop. When Shawn wants to find me, I’m under no illusion that he won’t be able to.
I hear footsteps falling in line with mine behind me, when I look down, I see a set of black doc martins, walking beside my own feet.
“Why wasn’t I told the truth?” I feel hurt, I was told everyone had been killed. Everyone. I had made sure, been certain of that fact. To be sure that the one person who filled my nightmares was really dead. I was repeatedly told yes. They were all eliminated.
“Most of them were killed. Scott, the dude who took you, he was certainly killed. Several times over, but there were others…. who got away. The pack followed some scents into the surrounding forest but not all of them were caught up with.
My steps falter and I’m left gasping for air for a few seconds. I recover quickly and hold my head up and carry on walking. Shawn grasps my arm, pulling me to a stop again.
“Why are you asking? Why does that scare you?” I raise my brows, is he really asking me that question.
“Why am I asking if the people who kept me captive for weeks are all dead? Gosh I don’t know, maybe that’s something I would like to know.” He face relaxes and he smiles reassuringly, although I am not reassured.
“Scott is dead. Logan almost killed him and then Chris shot him. He is dead, he can’t come for you again.” Realisation hits me, I never told anyone, I guess Alex never did either.
“I’m not scared of Scott. I never was, not really. All he wanted was Alex.” Confusion clouds his handsome face and I feel the need to smooth out the creases in his brow, but I hold my hands down.
“Then who are you scared of?” He asks me, I should have expected that question but for some reason I wasn’t. I look down at my arm without realising that I’m doing it. I must have done it for longer than I would have wanted to as the next thing I feel is Shawn taking my hand in his and he lifts my arm in between the two of us. My eyes rise to his, pleading him not to do what I know he is about to do; I don’t stop him though. I can’t stop him, I'm frozen.
He pulls my sleeve up my arm and reveals what’s hidden beneath it.
Initials; carved into my skin. Forever ingrained into my skin, my body and my memories.
“Who did this Amber?” I yank my arm away.
“I want to go home.” He doesn’t say anything more, just points his head in the direction of the car. When we reach it, we get in without saying anything, the car ride home is silent.
“Amber…” He starts as we pull up to my house. I hold my hand out for him to give me my keys back. I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t want to talk to any of them.
Werewolves… they are liars, all of them. Some say they love you, then hurt you. Some say they want to be your friend, but all they do is lie.
He places my keys in my hand but grips my hand as he does. My fingertips prickle at his contact. I snatch my hand away and climb out the car.
“Amber…” He shouts after me, getting out the car and following me slowly. I don’t respond.
“I never lied to you.” That’s all I hear before I make my way indoors and close the door behind me. I start to run to my room, momentarily forgetting my ankle and stumble down a few steps, but I carry on regardless, half walking, half crawling to my room, where I make my way to my bed and throw myself upon it. Tears streaming down my face.
Months of thinking he was dead, months of thinking, I just had to get over it. There was no more danger. He was dead, he would never come for me again; but it was all a lie. He could be out there, watching, waiting, for the right time. The perfect opportunity to finally do what he said he always wanted to do.
To make me his.
I drive like a crazy person, but all the time in complete control of the car, I pull up to the pack house and get out, I don’t even shut the car. I storm into the house.
“Logan…. Logan… Dom…” I call out, although I know they know I’m here and they should be able to tell I’m pissed.
“What the hell did you tell Amber? About that night?” I question his as soon as he comes into my sight. He growls back at me, we are matched in size, he may be an Alpha wolf, but I’m the best warrior this pack has and I equal his size.
“Calm yourself down Shawn and tell me what the hell is wrong with you. My office. Now.” He stalks away and I follow out of respect, but no less calm. Once the door is shut, he faces me.
"I’m not gonna shout with you, but don’t ever talk to me like that again. Do you hear me?” He puts his Alpha authority into his voice and again out of respect it calms me some but I’m still angry. There’s a part of me though that can’t fully work out why I’m so angry. I start to pace and Logan just waits for me to calm down.
“What exactly did you tell Amber? From that night?” He looks stunned by my question.
“What do you mean? What happened?” He sits at his desk and wait for me to continue.
“Amber, I was with her today. I mentioned that not every single rogue was killed that night. She absolutely freaked out. Scared. Her arm… do you know she has letters carved into her skin that I think happened while she was there? When I found her, her arm was a mess; all covered in blood. At the time I suppose I just thought it was from that piece of mirror she had. But then Vicky … and…” I slump into the seat opposite his.
“Shawn… what’s going on here?” I shake my head and look to him, my future Alpha, my friend.
“I don’t know.” I whisper, and close my eyes, leaning my head back. I had no clue what was going on.
Later that evening, I was sat in one of the lounges and Alex walked in and sat down on the arm chair by the sofa. I’ll never forget the anguish that went through Logan when his mate had been taken. I remember I was shocked by the force of it, given that she was a human. But then my own mate was taken from me, taken for good and nothing could even compare to that.
Alex smiled at me and bent her legs up under her, resting her head on her hand.
“You okay? Logan mentioned there may have been a little outburst earlier?” I laugh at the way she puts it. In the past, wolves had been killed for the way I spoke to my future Alpha.
“Alex… What happened to you and Amber?… When you were taken?” She gulps once and blinks her eyes a few times.
“Well, in all honestly I don’t remember all of it. I was blacked out for half of it. I’m pretty sure I have Amber to thank for still being alive today.” She says seriously.
“What happened to her arm? What are the letters carved into her skin?” She sucks in a breath and shakes her head.
“I think that’s something Amber needs to say… when she wants to. If she wants you to know.” I can see the pain clouding her eyes and it does something to me. Something I can’t explain.
“Please Alex? I’m trying to understand. To help her. Who is she so scared of?” She didn’t say anything for a while but then she just stared out the window, at the darkness out there.
“Scott took us, he wanted me. He always wanted me; Amber just happened to be there. I don’t know why he took her, but as bad as it sounds, part of me is glad, he did. I wouldn’t have survived without her. Scott was obsessed with me, said I was his. I knew I wasn’t. I had already felt my bond with Logan, I knew he was lying. That didn’t stop him from trying to mark me though.” She pressed her hand to her neck and closed her eyes as if trying to rid herself of the memory. I waited silently for her to carry on.
“But there was this other wolf… the first time we saw him… he sniffed her. Amber, he just smelled her and stopped her. It was weird… I thought… he kept coming for her. I would wake up from whatever Scott had done to me, sometimes she would be there, sometimes she would be gone. When she came back… it was worse each time. A little piece of her broke off each time. I woke up one day and her arm was covered in blood. She looked so scared.” She stops abruptly and looks at me shaking her head.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this. It’s not mine to tell.” I look to her and I see the tears rolling down her face.
“Alex, I just want to help her. She was so scared when I mentioned that not all the rogues that night were killed.” I can remember her heartbeat rising, and the panic set in, the same way Alex's is doing now.
“What did you just say?”