Silver

Chapter 38

After Lincoln called the meeting with his pack he informed me that they would be ready to leave at noon tomorrow. So now I'm sitting beside a small creek on the edge of the pack village, my four paws planted in the soft moss, and my large head hung down over the water.
After Noah had too me about his dad I had told him I just needed to think by myself. I know it was selfish of me to leave him when he was so obviously hurting, but I didn't and still don't know what to think about this.
The Noah I know, is a cocky, sweet, funny, sensitive man. I don't the Noah who would suggest something so horrible just to please. I can't even believe there is such a thing as that Noah, or at least not anymore. But that was only a couple months ago, and one can't change everything about themselves especially not in that amount of time.
I slide down until my belly hits the ground so I'm now laying down.
I understand that he was doing it in defense of himself, and it wasn't like he knew who I was. Or that I was going to be his mate.
My wolf whimpers. She feels that what he suggested was horrible, but he had a reason for it. And I'm starting to agree with her.
And I mean if he still was like that he wouldn't have given up his pack's strategy.
Sighing I push myself back up into a sanding position and shake out my silver fur. The almost full moon overhead makes the water shine and I look down into the water to see my reflection. My grey eyes stare back at me, and in them I'm surprised to se the sadness swirling.
I need Noah. Even if what he did was horrible it is in the past. I mean I just ripped out my friends heart a few days ago, and Noah didn't even bat an eye. And here I am freaking out and leaving him I've something that was months ago and Jb he didn't even know I existed.
With this last thought I take off at a run around the edge of the village towards one of the guest houses Lincoln is letting us stay the night in.
I shift back behind a tree and slip on my discarded clothes before walking onto the back porch.
Pausing at the door, Noah's scent hits me. But as I take a deep calming breath, another scent hits me.
This one is a feminine sugary sweet smell that sets my nerves on edge.
I silently crack open the sliding porch door and strain my ears to hear.
"Shh don't talk babe-" rage blinds me as the high pitch voice talks in a tone that is obviously supposed to be seductive, but it sounds like she has strep throat. I don't catch the end of her statement or Noah's reply because I bolt off the porch faster than flash.
I'm in the edge of the woods and running as hard as I can.
Branches tear at my clothes, and leaves take through my hair, but I don't stop. The moon illuminates my path as I dart through the trees.
I don't know where I'm running, or for how long I will, the only thing I know is that the truth is chasing me, and I'm not waiting for it to catch up.