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Ch. 29 War.

Dean's P.O.V.
Every time I felt her pain, my hatred for Trent grew. He was seriously messed up, and I'm not joking. We met because we were the same. Our parents both were terrible, his weren't nearly as physical, but it didn't matter. He was messed up in the head, it's the reason his mother became an alcoholic, but that didn't help. I remember every time I used to spend the night at his house to get away, his mother would put on her best Sunday dress and fake smile, but his was genuine. Trent became extremely bipolar. He also became obsessed, with me.

Whenever I went over to his house at night, I'd wake up when he thought I was asleep and see him just staring at me. It really grated on my nerves, and made me uneasy. He'd show up to follow me everyday from school. Our families were in different packs but it didn't matter, we lived miles away, on huge farms, but he still showed up and waited for me after school. It was really unsettling, he grew infatuated with me, and eventually I stopped staying the night there. I remember that one night that made me decide to stop talking to him...

It was a night like every other night at my farm house, the crickets chirped, patrols were going on, and I was in my room, my bland room with one poster. Since it was especially hot that night, I peeled off my shirt, and cracked my window open. As I settled into my bed, I smelled it. Something irregular at this time of night. My eyes snapped open as I recognized the scent. It was Trent's smell, he was standing outside my window. Stealthily moving over to my window, I peeked through, and there he was, staring up at me. I wondered in horror how often he stood there, and watched me move around in my room, change, how long?

Closing my windows, and curtains, I shoved on my shirt, and stormed outside. Trent didn't have time to run, and I was ready to tell him off. There was a fine line between a friendship, a crush, and obsession, because the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that he was everywhere I went. School, store, library, he showed up uninvited, and if he had a crush on me, I wouldn't care, but the fact he was stalking me annoyed me. I'd been smelling his scent for days now, but I assumed it was my clothes from being around him, not that he was outside my window, trying to watch me sleep.

When I joined the new pack away from my family, Trent was the last person I expected to see. I tried to ignore it, but slowly, he started following me again, and it was getting worser than when we were kids. Now his obsession is leading to him torturing the only girl I've ever truly loved.

Sometimes the pain was so bad my vision would blur, and I'd nearly swerve off of the side of the road. Levi would hold my hands in place, but I was not getting off of the wheel. Levi didn't summon part of our family like he did before, he summoned all he could. There were 100+ werewolves in vans and trucks all ready to fight.

Trent would die for this.

I was ready for war.