Head Down

Chapter 29

A/N: So I've decided to move the storyline quicker now, in their early stages I took it way too slow so expect more werewolf action/seriousness! Also, I have decided to dedicate this chapter to don'tgiveuponus because she was one of the first fans of this story and I feel like she DESERVES AN AWESOME PERSON REWARD.

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KATIE'S POV

I hated saying that. It feels like by speaking my mind I am going to hurt Nate -the one thing above all which I refuse to do- but he wouldn't settle for anything else. So there it is, out in the open, and all I can look at is a freaking folded banana peel.

"I don't follow," he says, rubbing a circle into the small of my back.

"It's....." I struggle for the right words, ones that will be all truth but won't hurt him. "If I became Luna, I'd be looked up to, right? There would be responsibility for me to be mother of the pack and....god Nate I just don't want to ruin other people like I've ruined me."

It's the truth, but not the whole truth. It will have to do for now. I'm still looking at the banana peel, but I know Nate is staring at me intently. What if he's upset? I couldn't handle him being angry with me, as pathetic as it sounds.

"Katie," he says gently, cupping my neck and obviously wanting me I look at him.

But what if there's disappointment in his eyes?

"You're not going to hurt anyone," he says, his voice just as sure as up in his bedroom.

"Na-"

"Shh," he says, and I find the strength to look at his eyes.

There's nothing but worry deluding the green, though there's something else familiar.....

"First of all, you're not ruined. You're perfect and don't let anyone tell you differently. If anyone does they will answer to me, including you," he says, dipping his head for the lightest peck on my lips -making it clear my 'answering' meant something different. "And you did NOT do anything wrong. Every terrible thing that's happened to you is your brother's doing, if you're to blame for anything it's your staying such a wonderful person anyway. So you can't ruin someone else. Don't worry about being Luna, I would never want you to feel pressure and I'm sure the pack feels the same."

"What about Lucy?" I ask, unconvinced. "If I don't know how to talk with her then what about all the other kids?"

"It's all going to be fine. If you're not good with children then that's the way it is, and you don't have to be. Not every Luna is as motherly as Eleanor," he reassures me, but the biggest weight still sits on my shoulders: 'What about your children?'

But I refuse to voice that concern. It isn't worth it.

So instead I focus on the kind words that I so desperately needed to hear. Nate had said the perfect things to comfort me, though the beginning still has my cheeks burning. In a way I feel as if he's just a dream, and I'm going to wake up in New York soon -back to the life whence I came. Alternatively, the warmth of his hand around my neck and the positivity in his words are too raw to deny.

Suddenly I have the perfect thing to say.

"I trust you."

Just three words.

Three words I thought I'd never get the chance to say, that I haven't even said for myself yet, that seal my fate with the amazing boy holding me, that are so truthful you can hear my honesty ringing out through the room.

"Thank you," Nate says in a voice I haven't heard before. It's sad but happy, choked but relieved, excited but content. And the same something I couldn't place in his eyes before....