Silver

Chapter 37

I'm not mad at first, the first emotion is shock, and them confusion, and then the anger blooms inside me and spreads like a wild fire.
"What?" My voice is deadly calm, its so void of emotion it even startles me. He takes a step towards me but I step back.
"Silver please." He steps forward again by I hold up my hand.
"No, just no." I block out the guilt and sadness crashing through me because I know it is Noah's. Most of it.
I turn back to a startled Lincoln and the beta, before speaking to him.
"I came to ask for your packs assistance in fighting this pack. I know its a big request, but I need your help." I pause to collect myself after glancing at Noah's stricken gaze. "If someone doesn't stop them they will tear trough every pack to get me, and when they do they will take over the ones left." I watch Lincoln to see his reaction. And I'm surprised when I see a steely determination settle across his features.
"Ok. I will call a meeting tonight and collect all able body men to join us."
"But Alpha we-" the Beta starts but Lincoln cuts him off.
"No Luke. We are doing this." I send him a grateful smile and a nod before exiting the house, not bothering to see if Noah is following, but by heavy footsteps behind me I know he is.
"Silver please! Let me explain." I only pick up my pace, trying to drown the wrenching pain in my heart.
"What is there to explain!? That it was your idea to hurt Luna's in order to take over packs! Well I already know that!" I throw my hands up and by now I'm at a fast walk heading towards the woods.
I'm just about to reach the tree line when strong arms wrap around my waist and spin be around pulling me into a hard chest. Sparks crawl under my skin from the contact and a shiver rolls down my spine.
If I really wanted to I could easily get away, but even though I'm mad the comfort I feel in Noah's arms isn't something I want to easily give up.
He seems to sense this as he takes a step back but keeps his arm slung loosely around my waist.
"Silver, I'm not the same person I was then." The sorrow in his eyes, steels my breath away, so I decide ill listen to him. "My father has always been cruel. He would never physically hurt me or my mom but he would mentally torment us. I was always told I was worthless. Right from the beginning. And even though my mom would tell me differently, the words of an Alpha were more strongly believed." He takes a shaky breath and looks into my eyes. "After my mother died he would express at every opportunity how useless I was, so whenever I could I tried to please him. This idea for instance." He takes another shuddering breath. "When I was informed of our trip and its reason, I decided I was going to run while on our journey. I told my dad the idea so he was tolerant of me. He didn't take time out of his day to harass or look for me. I packs my thing and left one night two days after I told him my idea."

He pauses for so long I don't think he will continue.
"I didn't make it far." His icy eyes raise to meet mine. "You remember the scar you saw the other night?" I swallow nodding.
I had seen a white raised line drawn on his skin from the top of his left shoulder to his lower right hip. I had seen it before, but had never payed it much attention until I was running my hands over it.
"I didn't get it in a fight........... I got it from my dad."