"fudgity fudgey fudge" ~17

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"Hey guys, I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom." The boys briefly turned around, too entranced with their own heated conversation to fully acknowledge me. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom, after I did my business I went up to the sink and quickly responded to my texts from Log and the guys. Leaving my phone on, I splashed some cold water onto my face to calm me down. The second I looked up, all the color drained from my face.

Xavier fucking Spence was behind me, with some kind of needle that looked to be filled with fluid at my neck. He was disguised as a girl, so I guess no one questioned him as to why he went into the girls bathroom. The second we made eye contact, he smirked a sinister smirk, and jammed the needle into my neck, ejecting the fluid into my veins. I barely noticed the fact that he used my phone to text someone, as darkness swallowed me whole, along with my hope.

Xavier Spence had me, and I knew there was no way in hell he'd let someone get me back.

~~~~Gray's POV (as they were walking off the plane)~~~~

What the actual fuck is going on?! By the way Nate acted and looked at me on the plane ride, he knew. He knew I'm a werewolf, he knew I'm his sister's mate. He knew. What! After the three of us got out of our seats and began exiting the plane, Rosie growled at Nate saying something. But I was too focused on how real her growl sounded, like she was a werewolf. What?! I noticed the small amount of surprised that filled her face for a brief second, before she went back to her hard look on Nate. 

Ok. Now I am even more confused. Nate was in front of us so I quickly went up to catch him.

"What the fuck Nate! What?!" He sighed, a deep look of regret filled his eyes. The entire journey from exiting the plane to the main lobby he explained everything. How Rosie was adopted and her biological name is Rosalyn Jacobs. How she's actually a werewolf. How this little fucker knew she was adopted since seven years old and knew that she was a werewolf since ten years old. How he was terrified to tell her, that he might lose his sister. Which admittedly, I understand why he would feel that way, so I can't really get mad at him, he just didn't want to lose his twin sister. But at the same time, MY MATE IS A WEREWOLF?! What the fudgity fudgey fudge?!

He was in the middle of telling me what happened in the woods with Rosie's biological parents' best friend, when we heard Rosie tell us she was going to the bathroom. We barely acknowledged her as we were too engrossed in our little mini share-our-deepest-secret binge. After he finished telling me everything I was pissed, even though I could understand from his perspective but still! How could he keep something so huge from his sister?!

"Nathan you have to tell her. She can't just keep living a lie. She needs to know where she truly came from." I gave a pointed look towards Nate.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just terrified I'll lose her, after keeping this a secret for years, what if she never forgives me? What if she hates me forever? What if she leaves our family, searching to find her own family's friends? " He sighed, clearly stressed out and worried. I put my hand on his shoulder in a hopefully comforting way. "Dude. She's not that kind of person. I've only known her for a little less than a week, and I know she's not that kind of person."

"Yeah, maybe. But she's never been kept in the dark this severely before. Who knows how she would react?!" He started panicking again, and I felt bad for him.

"Nathan relax. I don't believe she will leave you and your parents. I mean you guys are family, blood or not, and I can tell how much she loves you. That's not going to change." He gave me a thankful smile, obviously feeling better.

"I'm happy your her mate. She deserves someone like you." He smiled warmly at me, and I couldn't help how my heart swelled with pride and joy to have Nate's blessing. We sat in a comfortable silence until Nate looked at me with a panicked expression. "Wait. How long has she been in the bathroom for?!" Shit.

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