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Chapter 2

Skylar POV

After my first encounter in the woods, I was brought back to the Shadow pack. I was welcomed in with open arms, I had no idea why. Ever since that scarring night, now a couple of weeks behind me I hadn't cried, I had only trained, showered and ate. Apart from that I would sleep, or sit in my room. I felt drained after training for 8 hours everyday and I didn't see the point in meeting anyone new, all I would see is the looks of pity and all I would get is the same old, 'I'm sorry for your loss.' I didn't need that, what I needed was to train and once I was trained enough, leave. I didn't want to stay here, this wasn't home.

My alarm began to blare, making me rise from my dreamless state. I wasn't looking forward to today, today was my packs funeral. It turned out only around 10-15 of us made it out alive, my love for them was strong. They were my new family and I would protect them with my life. I climbed out of my bed and stripped from my nightdress. I climbed into the shower and lathered my now wet hair in shampoo, the hot water washed my skin as I rubbed my body thoroughly with my grapefruit body wash. After making sure I was washed and shaved, I climbed out of the shower, wrapping a cotton pink towel around my body and hair. I dried my long brown hair and brushed it back into a pony tail, I looked up at myself in the mirror and coated my lashes with mascara, making my green eyes stand out even more. I arose from my seat at my vanity table, I walked over to my new oak wardrobe and I pulled out my black, long sleeved, knee length dress, I bent down and picked up my black heels. After sliding my feet into the uncomfortable shoes I grabbed my black clutch bag. I stood at my door, taking a few minutes to calm my beating heart. I sucked in a breath and began to clutch at my heart as I fell to the floor, screaming as another vision took me hostage.

It was in my new house, in the kitchen. Standing there was the soon-to-be alpha and his new girl of the week. She was blonde and scrawny. For some reason, I hated her. Jealousy sparked throughout my veins, what did she have that I didn't? Lack of dignity...Maybe? I stopped my angry thoughts and continued to watch. The girl rubbed her hands over him but was interrupted by a cry of pain, he growled while sniffing the air. His eyes rapidly turning from their beautiful blue, to a terrifying black. The girl looked up in terror, "Jay?! Whats wrong!?"She cried, he looked down at her in distaste before growling, "Get out!" He roared, the girl whimpered before simpering away in floods of tears. He began to speed up the stairs, sniffing out a scent and trailing it. Eventually he approached a door, my door. He threw it open and there I was, rolling around and screaming while clutching my chest. My eyes were closed, I looked up at James he threw himself down next to me. "Skylar? What's wrong?" He screamed, when I didn't answer he began to get scared, he rolled me over and noticed my eyes were closed. He pressed his fingers to my neck, searching for a pulse. I would've told him he wouldn't find one, you couldn't find one when I was unconscious and having a vision. His eyes were glazed over and I couldn't believe it. His eyes had turned blue, widening in shock.And that's when I felt it, the pleasant tingles dancing on my skin where his fingers were pressed.

I opened my eyes, I was being cuddled and I couldn't breathe, whenever I tried to inhale some air, I was met with an intoxicating scent that sent my heart into overdrive. Whatever had me in its iron grip finally released me. When I looked up I was met with blue eyes that I could get lost in and a smile that took my breath away. James. Instantly I pushed him away, I jumped to my feet and planned on walking away before he grabbed me. I just wasn't quick enough. He pulled me back by my arm, I threw his arm away and turned, glaring at him. "Y-your my mate!"He exclaimed, so excited that he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. "Get away from me." I snarled. He looked at me, his eyes still widened, he looked taken aback. "You."I pointed at him and took a step closer to him, getting in his personal space. "Don't act like we should just be the perfect, happy mates I've always dreamed of. Because we clearly aren't! You didn't wait for me. And now I've realized your nothing but a player! You play and play girls, a new one every week. And I, I simply don't have time for it!" He looked at me, mouth slightly open. I took that as my cue to leave and walked out of my room, leaving my so called 'mate' alone. I walked away and didn't regret one single step.