Unrejected Mates (Black Moon Book Two)

Chapter 13: "Hunting"

Skyler, Kyle's wolf above

Kyle POV

I don't want to cry any longer, and yet I can't stop.

Since I lock myself in my room every afternoon after what happened at the training ground a couple of days ago, I just can't stop; every day, I cry longer and harder. Skyler and I are in so much pain I literally can't move.

Being so close to Rob every day isn't easy, even though, for a brief moment, I thought that something changed between us for the better. Rob's wolf seemed to be happy with being so close to Skyler; at least during our duties in the woods, I felt happy, and I felt him being happy.

But after every patrol or training, Rob's given me nothing but a cold face; Caleb, on the other hand... Fuck how I could be so stupid, the only reason I was flirting with him was to make Rob jealous, but once again, he didn't seem to care. Plus, it flattered that somebody noticed me, among many others, and thought about me as important.

When Caleb asked for a kiss, I thought, why not? Maybe it was high time to end this pity party I trapped myself in. In the beginning, it was okay, but the more he touched me, the more Skyler kept panicking. He is dead set on not allowing anyone but Rob to touch us ever again, and when Caleb's hands were on me, all I could think about was their hands on me.

And Rob...

He helped me only to hurt me a moment later; what is he going to do? I can't reject him; I just know that I will kill Skyler, just like I knew it would've killed him if I had had an abortion. Rejecting the higher-ranking wolf can kill the lower-ranked, and Skyler is still so wounded mentally that there is no way he would survive this.

So, I'm stuck with Rob at least till he'll reject me.

I sigh, hugging myself more. I should go to Hannah to get Carson back, but honestly, I have no strength left in me. I just want to sleep. I wonder, when my mother's mate died, was it what she felt, was it why she gave up and left me?

I can give up, too; Carson will be taken care of; I know that. Maybe, just maybe, this place will be better without me, and I could finally rest.

I slowly get up, step outside the house, shift, and enter the woods. My paws hit the cold ground, and the drops of rain make my fur wet very quickly. I ran into the forest, feeling the blood pumping in my veins, forcing both Skyler and me to stop thinking, forcing us to focus only on the here and now.

And yet suddenly, my nose detects something, a very faint smell of sweat and gunpowder, a smell of human and animal blood. My instinct and training experience almost immediately kick in. I take a stance and slowly, exceptionally carefully, follow the unfamiliar smell.

I spot him walking slowly in front of me, close to the truck parked at the edge of the road, close to our territory but also close to the town we brought Celia from.

The guy is dirty and seems quite tired; he thinks he's safe because he takes a phone from his pocket. That's when I sprint; when he hears me, it's too late already. He turns around too slowly. Without any noise, I land on his chest and sink my fangs into his neck. There is still no noise as his body hits the ground.

I know I didn't kill the innocent passerby; humans usually don't stink with wolfbane and blood. I sniff around, but I don't detect signs of anybody else.

I look at his chest and the tattoo of the Nightingale Clan. I sniff his body thoroughly; of course, it's there. In his pocket is the map of Black Moon's territory with our patrol route marked; it stinks with a smell I'm not familiar with, so I take a big sniff to imprint it in my memory.