This chapter does get a little intense, bear with me guys (:
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**Kamron’s POV**
I woke up with Jennifer in my arms. Perfect.
Perfect was the only word I could use to describe this moment. I don’t know why I haven’t seen this before, that she was so good for me. All the pain and sickness I felt a few days ago was gone. It all just disappeared.
My heartbeat was back though, and I felt whole again.
The rain poured outside, softly pitter pattering against the window. I took a deep breath and watched her head move up and down on my chest when I inhaled and exhaled.
Her hand was next to her head, on my chest. Her cold, naked body lay against mine, and my arm was wrapped around her keeping her in place.
I guess I was afraid of losing her again, of causing her more pain. I will never, in my life, hurt this girl again.
“Damn straight.” Her voice broke through my thoughts, causing my heart to race.
My whole body tingled where our skin touched, and sparks of excitement flew through my bloodstream. Her body stirred slightly, but only to move closer to mine. I pulled her in with my arm until there was no space in between us. Having Jen this close felt so good.
She means the world to me, even when we were little she did. I’d see her in her cute little dresses, pigtails and ribbons in her hair and I’d think, ‘Wow..’ but back then – we were too young to understand any of this. She didn’t know she was a werewolf, but I did. I knew she was my mate, that’s why I had to leave her. Our packs aren’t on bad terms, they aren’t the best of friends either.
The night I phased was a week after school closed 3 years ago. I wasn’t alone, but I wanted to be. Logan was there, as always – fucking ‘hero’. I made asked him to leave me alone, to just back off, but he wouldn’t. So I attacked him.
He made me so angry, that I almost killed him. So I just ran off, but I wasn’t the only one that had phased that night…
“Oh Kamron...” Jennifer sobbed, sitting up straight. She wasn’t facing me, and her long dark blonde hair feel down her bare back, and rested just were the blanket covered her lower back.
I knew she’d been listening to my thoughts. I have to tell her, she has a right to know. I’m just so afraid that she’ll hate me forever.
“Jen,” I sighed softly, “You remember when your brother went away for a little while?” My voice shook as I spoke and I could see her body cringe.
“Yeah..” She breathed.
“Did your parents ever tell you what happened to him?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t have to explain everything to her.
She shook her head after turning to face me, her body wrapped in the blanket. She just sat there, her eyes were empty. Her parents never told her… Why were her parents so cold?
“Jen, you’re brother died that night.” I whispered while looking down. I closed my eyes and felt her body shake slightly.
She was crying, but not the crying I expected. Her eyes filled to the brim and a few tears trickled down her cheek.
“I know,” She choked out. “I’ve cried over him for years.” I sat up straight while she spoke, “My parents never told me though, but I knew – I could feel it. He hasn’t been around for three years, I knew he wasn’t coming back. Whenever I asked them about Nathan, they’d just wave it off and change the subject.” She took a deep breath, and her eyes light up. Not in happiness or excitement, but as if she’d just figured something out. “That’s why they’ve been so distant…” Her soft voice sounded so cold when she spoke, colder than the rain against the window.
