Not Too Fat

Chapter 12

Jane:

I woke up with the sun shining in my face and a heavy arm wrapped around my ugly body. My leg started hurting and I started to squirm. Dylan made some weird noise and squeezed me tighter.
"My leg," I whined. I met with Dylan's dark brown eyes. He pecked my nose then got up. He went into the bathroom then came back out with a couple of pills and a glass of water. I sat at the edge of the bed admiring his perfect body. His six pack was beyond perfect and his V-line. Oh god, his V-line.
"Enjoying the view?" Dylan asked, snapping me out of my trance. I looked up at his perfect smile and my face get hot. "Here. Take these. It'll help with the pain." I grabbed the two pills and swallowed them.
"The last time I took pills was when I tried to kill myself," I said, staring at the ground.
"That was the past. You were going through things. It's fine. Let's just not think about it," Dylan said. I nodded.
"Want breakfast?" He asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Breakfast in bed it is! I'll be back!" Dylan scurried off.
"Good morning, Dylan," someone said.
"Morning, Marcy!" He called out. Marcy knocked on the door and then entered.
"I'm sorry your stuck with my brother as a mate," she said.
"It's not so bad. He's sweet and hot," I said, winking. Marcy gagged.
"Whatever you say," she said. I laughed.
"I can't even say Janson's not hot cause I mean what werewolf guy isn't hot in this house?!" I said.
"True." We sat there for a little bit in silence. I started picking at my cast.
"Are you okay? How are you taking the whole death thing?" Marcy asked.
"The whole death thing?" I asked, confused.
"Dylan didn't tell you? Well that's just great," Marcy said.
"Who died?" I asked. Marcy gave me a pained look.
"Benjamin," she whispered. I felt tears streaming down my face.
"Alright break-. Jane, what's wrong?" Dylan asked, placing the tray on the nightstand. I saw him shoo Marcy away.
"He died because of me," I whispered.
"Benjamin was thrown to hard against the wall. He didn't die because of you," Dylan said. I shook my head.
"He died because of me," I said again.

Dylan:

"Jane, listen to me. Benjamin did not die because of you. His skull was smashed in from the bomb," I tried to reason. More tears started streaming down her face. I put a hand up to her face and gently wiped away a tear. Jane opened her eyes.
"I could have saved him," she said. I shook my head.
"There's nothing you could have done, baby girl," I said.
"He was part of my pack. I should have protected him."
"Jane. You couldn't have. And Benjamin would have saved you before saving himself. You're the Luna. Everyone cares about you more," I said.
"I can't live with knowing that I could have done something to prevent this, Dylan!" Jane shouted.
"You couldn't have done anything!" I yelled. My beautiful mate froze.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"Jane, please I didn't me-"
"I said leave me alone," she repeated. I nodded once then stepped out of the room. I walked down to the kitchen. Marcy and Mom were seated at the island talking.
"What happened?" Marcy asked. I pointed to her.
"You happened. You ruined it all. I was going to tell her when the time was right. Now she thinks it's her fault that he's dead!" I growled.
"Dylan, enough," Mom said. I huffed and sat down.
"Now Marcy, what did I tell you about minding your own business?" Mom asked. Marcy sighed.
"To mind my own damn business unless I'm in it or mentioned," Marcy said. Mom smiled and patted her shoulder.
"Good girl." Marcy let out a growl and Mom smacked her arm.
"Growl at me again and it will be the last thing you do," Mom warned. Mom is pretty scary when she's mad.
"I yelled at her," I said.
"You what?" Mom and Marcy asked.
"I yelled at my mate. She was beating herself up and I don't know. I got mad. I didn't mean to though," I said.
"I know but she just doesn't understand. Dylan, she's only human," Marcy said.
"She called him part of her pack. Not my pack but hers."
Mom gave me a weird look.
"Humans don't do that. Even if they have mates," she said. I looked at her confused.
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"You know how Chris could care less if anyone dies?" I nodded. "And every pack member can feel the pain? Jane feels the guilt and pain you feel. Since your the alpha and she's the Luna. She knows her place. She cares about every single wolf."
"Mom, I haven't marked her yet," I said. She gave me another look.
"Every mate knows his or her place. Every wolf cares about the pack. Every wolf can feel the pain if a pack mate dies," she said. Mom got up and went to the library. Marcy and I exchanged a look. She just shrugged. We followed Mom into the library. She was running from each side to side using her werewolf speed. She grabbed a book and flipped through the pages. She kept mumbling something.
"Mom," I said. She looked up for half a second and then went right back down to the book.
"Mom!" I shouted. She stopped.
"What?" She asked.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She walked to me, book in hand, and pointed to something. I read what she was pointing at.
"No way," I said. Mom nodded.
"It's rare, but she's one of them."

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