The Alpha's Howl

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Delilah's POV

You know when you get that feeling, like you're risking everything? Like this is the biggest step of your life, and if you don't take the chance, you'll regret it forever? But there's also the possibility of everything going wrong, which would also lead to regretting it forever… So basically, you just have to decide whether or not to take that step forward. In this case, that 'you' would be me. The step I would be taking, would cost me everything. It would mean sharing a life with someone. Someone who'm I had grown to know, love, and enjoy spending time with. Madden. But there are also other possibilities. What if my mother didn't approve of me being with Madden? Or my grandparents? And I certainly know Owen wouldn't approve. I mean, I could get past that I'm sure. But what about him being a werewolf and all? Madden has responsibilities. He's the next in line leader for a pack of werewolves. And I'm quite sure that it takes up a lot of time. Basically, it's like being the president, only in this case, it's werewolf style. And what would happen if I told Madden I do want to be with him? What if he expected me to be with him forever? After all, he had told me that mates were forever bound to each other's love. And forever is a long time! What if I ended up not loving him anymore after a certain amount of time? I mean, I haven't even known Madden that long really. How can you end up falling in love with someone so quickly? No, what? Love? I don't love Madden... I don't, do I?

I have to make a decision though. Madden has been patient whilst waiting for an answer. I can't leave him hanging. I know what I want, and I will tell him.

I slowly grasped the cool handle to the door, turning the nob ever so slowly. I heard Madden's yelling and pleading quieten from the outside of the room, and the door had stopped shaking from all of the knocking and banging he was causing. I closed my eyes, and flew the door open, still too coward to open my eyelids and face my doom.

"Delilah?" Madden's voice was barely crackly a whisper. I heard movement, and I felt a warm finger brush softly against the skin of my cheek, willing me to open my eyes. So I did. As soon as I saw Madden's face, I regretted my decision a thousand times more than I thought I would. His eyes were sad, looking as if he was about to cry. Madden's cheeks were sunken in, and his eyebrows were furrowed together as he studied me intently. His expression was filled with concern, and his frown only deepened when I didn't say anything, and refused to look him in the eyes.

"Talk to me."  Madden begged me. It only tore my heart even more.

"Madden, I-I-I think… I think that w-we should just be f-friends." I told him. I still refused to look at his face, knowing not only my heart would crack, but that I would crack.

"Y-y-you-you…" Madden trailed off. Oh God, now I've broken his heart, AND mine!

I cleared my throat a few times and took a step back to enlarge the space between the both of us. Clearing my throat obviously hadn't seemed to help a bit. As soon as I spoke, my voice was hoarse and crackly sounding. "I think it's for the best Madden." I nodded my head vigorously, as if trying to convince myself of the words that had just come from my own mouth as well as him. I was the one who said them. So why am I the one feeling crushed? I should feel relieved! This is what I want, right? But instead, I feel absolutely horrible!

"W-what?" Madden practically yelled. His eyes were wide, skin paled. He probably looked worse than I did. I felt so sick. Sick with myself. Sick of lying.

"You can't seriously believe that! Th-that being friends will just solve everything!? We were made for each other Delilah! To be together! We weren't made to be friends!" He spat the last word out. His face curled up into the utter look of disgust as he spoke.