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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN " silence is my friend "
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When the car door closed after a long silent drive, Bea could finally let out a sigh. She saw how Sarah walked unsure towards her house, ready to tell her father what had happened to the only Black boy. The brunette gave the blonde one last glance before opening the house door and fading away into the red house.
Bea leaned forward and let her forehead rest against the steering wheel, the cold leather grounding her—until the car honked. Her head shot upward, her heart racing. Quickly, before Sarah and her father could come out to ask what happened, Bea started the car engine and drove away.
Her hands gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
She cursed under her breath. She cursed every living and dead thing in the planet. She cursed the ancestors, the Quileute ancestors, the Barnes ancestors. She cursed the stupid dog/wolf.
She cursed herself for being so dumb and looking back when she shouldn't have. She cursed Jacob-motherfucking-Black for even sparing a glance at her.
Bea slammed her palm against the steering wheel, her jaw clenching as she sped down the winding road. She had been so naive, being too closed to the shifters would have ended up causing a catastrophe. And it did, of course it did.
Ever since she came back from...well, you know where, Bea knew the wolves weren't good news, she knew she had to stay away from them. Not because the voices told her so, no, they screamed of happiness every time she saw them. She knew it, because, deep down, she knew her place was in the pack. Her...species couldn't survive alone, her kind was always pictured inside a shifter pack. She hated it, she hated that the genetics were so intertwined with them. She hated the pack, for every possible reason.
They left her, alone, trying desperately to keep going. To stand up. She still struggled with everything, but Bea knew, that if they had helped her from the start, it wouldn't be so hard. She wouldn't have fallen into past tendencies, she would be healthy. Bea would have known everything from the start. Even if she still didn't know everything, she probably didn't know even the half of everything, she would be better.
