The Broken Myth

Chapter Six

                                                                        Maxine

I sprinted to my den. I needed to get out of here. Somewhere that I belong. Not somewhere that I'm held captive because no one believes in me. I can feel the hot tears streaming down my face. I wanted them to stop so I didn't seem weak. I didn't want to face the truth. If I kept running from it then it might just go away.

 I embarrassed myself in front of our pack leader and Collin. I can't go back. There has to be some sort of way out wether it's the easy way or the hard way. I can hear Collins running steps behind me and his words to try and get me to stop running away. I just need to block it out. I don't need him or anyone else. I'm strong enough to take care of myself. I speed up to try and lose him but my eye sight starts to get blurred with tears. I have to make it inside my den before I collapse. I can't let them see me weak. Especially in front of Collin.

 I can feel my legs give out just as I'm at the door. At this point I don't care. There isn't a meaning to life anymore. I leaned back against the wall. I feel tense all over and my face is flushed. I hate the fact that I always passed out after the changing. It's not like I have any control over it.  It has a mind of its own! 

 My eye sight's fuzzy and my breaths are shaky. I can just make out the silhouette of Collin coming to a halt. His broad shoulders, messy hair, gentle hands, the shape of his hood, everything that makes him Collin. He doesn't say anything as I watch him come and sit down next to me. I want to inch away from him on instinct but I don't have the strength to do so. Instead I let my head collapse onto his arm. I'm too short to land on his shoulders. He shifts his position to make it so he can put his shoulder around me. It feels strangely...comforting and reassuring. Like he's promising safety or protection from all the judgmental faces I get from the other werewolf's. He smells like  a burning campfire out in the wilderness. Of freedom. Not harsh though. Subtle but it was defiantly there. He's like a toasted marshmallow that I could just sink into. So I do. I feel my body relax and lean into him. I don't know if he says anything or not after that because I drift off and this time I don't think I'll have a repeated nightmare again. This time it will be a good dream. I know it. 

                                                                         Collin

 I exit the kitchen with one more  glance back at Axel. I need to catch up with her. I'm her body Gard after all. She's fast but she has to slow down at some point and even if she doesn't, she will pass out either way.

 "Max! Hey slow down! We can Talk about this! We all make mistakes! It's okay!" I yell  trying to get her to slow her pace. She doesn't slow down but speeds up which means she's  blocking out what I'm saying. I wouldn't blame her. I would want to run or escape if I was embarrassed too.  Heck, I've even tried it before! I just know that didn't end up well. Running from your problems is never the solution. It pains me to know where she's coming from though. I just need to guid her to the right path and away from the one she's headed. Correct the mistakes she is going to make. I can't let her get hurt, I won't. 

Now I can see her den door down the hallway and realize she's headed there. Her pace slows and based on where she is, she isn't going to make it. I slow my pace as well and just waited for her to stop all together. Eventually she collapses to the floor and has backed herself up against the wall. I figure it's be better not to talk to her when she's this worked up. Her face was completely flushed and rosy pink. Her freckles stood out lighting up her dazed green eyes. There are marks of where her tears had once been flowing down her face and now there are only a few at a time. Her black hair is plastered to her temples and neck from where I had splashed her with the water.

 I sigh and carefully go over to sit down next to her. I don't want to alarm her or set her off again but she doesn't even flinch. I just sit not knowing what to do. She's small but has a raging flame inside her and no one can burn it out.

Alarms are sent through body as I look over and realize she's actually leaned into my side. I can feel my face burn bright red. I Panic. What do I do?! Do I move??? Leaning like that couldn't possibly be comfortable. Out of pure instinct I carefully changed my position to wrap my arm around her. I feel her tension go away and her body relax. 

I take a stray piece of her hair and tucked it back behind her ear. I can't fight it any more. She's beautiful. Even when she's worked up, laughing, crying, zoned out, it doesn't matter. I can't spot a single imperfection. She might think that the pack thinks she's a weirdo  or think she's an outcast because she can't control her werewolf and maybe they do but I couldn't even if I tried. 

No matter how hard I try I always feel this need to protect her and keep her away from danger. As her body guard I'm going to make a promise, To myself and for her. I will protect her and keep her safe  at all costs. Looking down at her I realize how vulnerable she looks. She's completely drifted off, her face is relaxed and her heart beat is steady. A moment ago it was beating rapidly. I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. If only it could be like this forever. Just the two of us.