Head Down

Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading my first werewolf story, tell me what you think? XOXO

NATE'S POV

"The truth would be nice," I tell her honestly. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to lie to her. She's not at all innocent, actually she looks way too emotionally hardened for my liking, but I know she deserves to know the truth in everything.

I'm looking straight into her mesmerizing eyes -that are regrettably filled with pain-, and she does the same to me for a moment before dropping her gaze to her orange shoes (I make a mental note to ask her about them later, there has to be a background to the color).

"Why do you even care? I just met you give minutes ago," she asks off topic.

Well, because I'm your soul mate and you're in pain.

"That is for me to know and you to find out," I tell her mysteriously.

She snaps her head up and narrows her beautiful eyes at me. Just to get her riled up, I wink at her. She takes this differently than I thought she would by dropping her mouth a little, and a split second later backing up (not enough to pull her wrist away, just so there's more space between us than there was before). I expected her to scoff or maybe slap my arm. Her reaction doesn't make her seem like she's unaccustomed to flirting, just that bad things have happened to her afterwards.

She had similar reaction to my being angry. This makes me a little pissed off, 'what had happened to her to make her so cautious?' I know the mate attraction makes her more comfortable around me then she would be otherwise, so I can only imagine what it would be like for a random stranger. Of course, a random stranger wouldn't be having this conversation.

"You're not giving me any straight answers, why should I?" she asks, referring to my 'comment on her giving me the truth. Then she takes her wrist out of my hand. I let her do so only because if I had tightened my hold it would've hurt her. She begins to walk away -not in a playful 'I'm about to leave now beg for my forgiveness' way, just a 'I'm done talking to you' way- but I grab her left hand. She stops and turns to face me.

"Wait. You're still going to the nurse," I tell her seriously. I have no idea why she doesn't want to go, because I know for a fact she's in agony. Who wouldn't be? Her wrist bone broke through her skin, for Christ sake!

"No. I'm not. Look, thanks for the help but I seriously can't go," she says seriously, and much more quietly.

"Tell me why." I'm not leaving her alone until she gets that thing taken care of, or she gives me a damn good reason not to. Maybe not even then.

"It....it would cause worse problems than a broken wrist, okay?" she sounds really upset, and scared. No one else would've been able to see those things because he voice was so level, but they were in her eyes and scent.

"How so?" I ask. Why would going to a hospital cause problems? "If it's because of missing class or something-"

"No, it isn't. Just trust me when I say it wouldn't be good if-" she cuts her self off with an upset and vaguely confused look on her face. I can tell she's told me more than she thought she was going to. If its that serious of a reason though, why not tell me?

Because I'm a total stranger that she trusts for no apparent reason.

I sigh, "What exactly CAN'T happen then? Getting your wrist fixed or the actual fact that you'd be going to a hospital?" I need to know, because if its the latter I might have an alternative solution. Plus it'll help me guess at what's going on.

She looks up at me carefully, "Hospital."

I nod, "What's the problem with the hospital-that you can tell me?"