Freedom

Chapter Eight

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Graces POV

Ryan's wolf was pacing the room, probably debating with Ryan. Luckily that I caught him off guard and pushed him out of the bathroom and locked the door in time to finish my business. Man I should of recorded those growls; which I should have probably been afraid of. But for some reason I could only laugh. I knew that Ryan (and his wolf) would never even think of hurting me. "Hey wolf mate, can you make me some food? I'm starving. Oh and it would be nice to know why my head hurts like a witch, and how in the hell that you thought it was okay to put an emergency order on me, when there clearly wasn't an emergency."

Ryan's eyes we're still black and soft snarls were leaving his clinched teeth. I watching him take several deep breaths before handing me some poptarts. I gave them a dissatisfied look at but took them anyways. Setting them down on my lap, I pinched some off and took a bite. "Soo...how does that work exactly? Does your wolf take over and you become all growls, and be scary and controlling." I paused swallowing. " I don't know how I feel about the two personality thing. I would feel like I wasn't my own person. I have never had my wolf take over my human form. Very interesting... I would be so pissed off." I was basicly talking to myself at this point, and Ryandidn't stop me so I went on. "So could you and your wolf live double lives? Like Ryan would go to school, and then when you guys got home you would take over and go to clubs and pick up chicks. Oh, that pisses me off." I pointed my poptart at him. He had his eyebrows raised, obviously amused. I ignored him and continued rambling. "You better not do that. Is this going to happen a lot? Because I'm going to miss Ryan eventually, but I suppose you are the same person...Oh hey-"I was cut off by a pair of lips. He kissed me sweetly, and I just sat there. My arms loosely around his neck and with a chuckle he pulled back.

"You talk a lot my sweet Grace." Ryan said and his eyes turned back to bright green. I raised my eyebrows at him but said nothing. "So you don't remember anything?" he asked, sitting beside me with an arm around my shoulder.

"Do I remember what?" I asked curiously, playing with a string off his shirt. "The attack on the pack. The man, that threatened you and the women and children. You staying back and fighting him to the death, saving them all?"

I raised and eyebrows "Um, are you sick?" I put my hand on his forehead. He rolled his eyes at me. "The women of the pack said that he was your dad, or claimed to be." I just stared at him. All I could do was look at him, reading his face and trying to remember. Then it just all came back, in a big whoosh. I had killed my father, the man who had raised me. I tried to feel something like remorse, or saddeness, or even fear. But nothing came but the feel of weights falling of my body. It was something that that I loved, and I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape my mouth. "I remember." I told him.