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| Max's POV. |
Sunday. I have nothing to do. Wren has disconnected any contact with me what so ever. My father won't see tomorrow if he keeps talking trash about Wren. My mom is just sitting back with wide eyes, trying to process everything.
Sitting on my bed, staring back at the TV, while my parents start packing up for the werewolf convention for our pack and some other packs. I had already packed, and was thinking about calling Wren. My wolf had been on edge ever since my dad wanted to talk all that shit.
"Alright, Max! Two more minutes," My mom's voice calls from the hall, which I ignored her. I looked back down at the iPhone and my trembling hands. Should I? I let a shaky sigh escape through my chapped lips-I haven't been taking good care of myself ever since Wren stopped showing up-and give my wolf a chance to speak.
"We should go visit her, and stay with her... You know she's still hurting..." My smartass wolf told me, with a slight attitude. He couldn't believe that my father-out of all people-would say that my mate was immature. He immediately went on rage mode, until he sees Wren, it will stay that way.
"Maybe your right...Dixon..." I lowly say, as I stuff my phone into my pocket and stand up. Walking to my door, with smeaty palms, and damped armpits, I think about what I was going to tell her. I love you, Wren... Nah...that would freak her out...
Opening up my bedroom door, I spot my sister carrying her bag out to the taxi waiting outside. She comes to a spot, once she lays eyes on me. "Get your bag, Max," Chelsea says lowly, with her eyelids almost clamming over her eyes.
"I can't, because I need to go see my mate," I didn't say anything else before blowing past her, to the get downstairs. I didn't see my parents downstairs, and thanked God for it. "Max!" Chelsea groaned out from the stairs, but I was already outside to turn back now.
| Rosaline's POV. |
Before I even got to the bathroom, I felt the hot tears fall from my eyes. I know I'm a she-alpha, but knowing that your only other living relative didn't believe that you were actually the last of your family.
Getting into the bathroom, I let out a low, shaky breath, and closed my eyes. I felt the nauseousness feeling wash over me. Shaking my hands in the air, I paced the rather large bathroom, thinking of ways to get her to realize that we are family.
"R-Rosaline?" The shaky voice of Jason rang through the door. Immediately, I swung the door open, to see my mate staring down at me. "Are you okay?" Jason didn't even wait on an answer, because once he saw my tears, he pulled me into his comfortable chest. "Everything's going to be alright...I promise.."
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