My Wolf

CHAPTER 13

A few weeks later

Betty

It has been a few weeks since Jughead and I have slept together and life couldn't be better. I am officially part of the pack and I finally have a home. Jug and I have gotten even closer, our marks helping us with that. When the bite mark heals it becomes almost like a tattoo, turning into a permanent black mark of the imprint the fangs left. It also allows me to feel his emotions and he can feel mine no matter where we are.

I am currently curled up in bed trying to deal with my period. When I was on the streets I would try and clean myself up in school and public washrooms. If I was lucky a homeless shelter or community center would give me a box of pads or tampons but if not I would have to pull money out of my pocket, meaning that I didn't get to eat much that week. Thankfully Toni bought me a bunch of stuff when we went shopping a couple weeks ago. I whimper as I feel another wave of pain wash over me, my cramps have always been terrible. It feels like someone put razor blades in my uterus and are slowly turning them, the edges tearing through all the tissue in my lower abdomen. (Anyone without a uterus should be grateful)

J - Baby are you ok? Why are you in pain?

Jug was out with his dad on a run, learning everything he can before he becomes alpha when he turns 21. I guess he felt my anguish and got concerned. Before I even answered I knew he had turned around and was heading back to the packhouse.

B - I got my period.

J - I'll be right there.

Jug and I have a very honest relationship, over the past couple of weeks I have learned that nothing I can say will phase him. He tries his best to handle everything like an adult which probably comes from trying to show his father that he is mature and can handle leading the pack. I know his father loves him but he puts a lot of pressure on Jughead and sometimes it worries me. My thoughts are destroyed by another wave of pain, worse than the last. I double over in bed trying to breathe but barely getting any air. If I move an inch it gets worse and I just start to cry. Tears are streaming down my face as I wraith in agony; suddenly Jug bursts through the door.

He immediately runs to me and wipes the tears off my face. "Shhh baby it's ok, I'm here," he says as he lays down next to me and pulls me into his arms. I sob into his chest while the pain is ripping through my lower abdomen, "Jug it hurts," I cry and he just holds me tighter, whispering sweet nothings into my ear trying to calm me down. The pain subsides and leaves behind a dull ache that just doesn't seem to go away. Jug realises I've calmed down and immediately jumps out of bed, confusing me. "I'll be right back baby," he says as he scurries out of the room. A couple minutes later he returns with some water, painkillers, and a hot water bottle. Carefully he sits me up and helps me take the painkillers; he then lays me down and carefully puts the hot water bottle on my stomach.

The entire time I just look into the brilliant blue of his eyes, so full of concern and love. He gets back in the bed and pulls my back to him so that he can hold me while making sure the hot water bottle stays in place. Tears prick my eyes again but not from the pain; I feel the love he has for me, the pure adoration he experiences when he looks at me and it touches my heart. I have never had anyone love me before, no one has cared for me like the people here have. An overwhelming sense of warmth fills my heart as the painkillers kick in and I slowly start to drift off to sleep. But not before Jug presses a soft kiss to my hair and whispers in my ear, "I love you."

Jughead

My poor angel, I can't imagine going through any of this. I feel her calm down then I begin to wonder if she heard me, it was the first time I told her I love her. I've known from the first moment I met her that I loved her. Compared to most werewolves we are going incredibly slow, but I know that is what she needs and our relationship is stronger than most because of it. I lay with her for a couple of hours before I feel something wet on my jeans. I lift up the covers to find that she has bled through her pants and there is now blood everywhere. I let out a sigh then carefully untangle myself from Betty, being careful not to wake her. I make my way to the bathroom and run a bath, once it's done I go and wake her up.

"Baby wake up." "Jug? What's wrong?" she asks. "You bled through baby, come on get up," I respond as I gently pull her arm to get her into a sitting position. Her eyes widen and cheeks redden in embarrassment, "Oh my goodness Jug I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up don't worry-" I cut her off with a sweet kiss and then help her up. "Baby don't worry about it, just take a bath and I'll clean it up." I walked her over to the bathroom and helped her get out of her dirty clothes and into the bathtub. Once I'm sure she is ok I turn to leave but am stopped in my tracks by her words, "I love you too Jug."