Elemental Wolves

{Chapter Six}

Teagan

"Fuck life." I muttered to myself. I couldn't understand how I'd gotten to this point in my life.

A loud laugh suddenly bellows out from the corner of my room.

"Well, good morning to you too." Dacota says, continuing to snicker in the process.

At least he didn't make me feel even more embarrassed than I already did. We spent the entire day yesterday talking about what happened in the gym.

I spent most of the time refusing to talk to him. And the other half I only ended up in tears again. He thought it would be best to just relax and take my mind off of it completely.

I only groaned harder at the male and rolled over. Knowing it's only eight o'clock at the latest. Pointlessly trying to drown myself with my misery underneath my dark pillows instead.

I eventually told him everything. At least everything I felt that was immediately important when he started asking me about what led me here. I couldn't stop the tears of anger as I told him exactly how I felt about the things that happened.

About why I do the things that I do now. About how the majority of my actions are the reaction to someone else's actions.

He tried to tell me that my way of thinking and going about doing things was causing me so much more harm than good.

I couldn't fathom why. I just can't see it. I thought people should always be encouraged to do what makes them feel good. When did it become a bad thing?

"What the fuck are you still doing here, Dacota?" I ask him, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"This isn't unusual and you know it." He laughs out.

It in fact, was unusual. Well, in our case, he made it a common occurrence.

It's been about a month since he's found me in woods asleep. Unacceptable for an Alpha of my stature to be in such a vulnerable state with no one around. I was essentially a sitting duck out there.

There weren't enough words in the dictionary for me to use to explain how at peace I felt for once in my life. I felt protected and I knew I would be safe.

I felt a presence. More disturbingly, I saw whatever it was I saw.

And unfortunately that's when he started greeting me in the mornings. A "wellness check" he likes to call it. Since when did that include my bed?

Goddess forbid when I wasn't up early enough for his liking, he'd just meet me in my room. Only to kiss the floor everytime I woke up.

But I knew this particular time was different.

He stayed because he didn't trust me to be alone. That, or he just wanted to make sure I didn't feel that way.

He was scared for me. And I felt terrible for it.

But it was too late. That feelings would never go away no matter how much I appreciated his efforts. It's a horrible feeling to be surrounded by people, even worse, lead people and still feel like you're alone.