Next In Line

Next In Line:Ch10

The ride back to Casey's house was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. I relaxed in the passenger seat, resting my head against the cool glass of the window as I watched the world go by. We were going quite fast, even though you couldn't really tell because it was so dark.

I still couldn't believe that we had been at the club for 45 minutes. The song was only 3 minutes...oh gosh.

I spent about 40 minutes making out with Casey.

I felt my face heating up as the blush crept onto my cheeks. A small movement caught my eye, and I peeked to see the corner of Casey's mouth turned up in a smirk. I turned back to the window quickly.

I was nervous again, and I repeatedly wiped my hands on the edges of my dress. I let out a quiet sigh as the silence went from comfortable to awkward. Or maybe it was just me? I couldn't keep still as I fidgeted with my hair, fixing my dress, rearranging my hands in my lap.

His chuckle finally broke the silence. "Would you like to turn on the radio?" He asked.

I reached for the dial the same time he did, and our hands collided. The contact sent tingles up my arm and I jerked it back quickly.

"Sorry," I mumbled. He looked at me, curious.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I-uh well, the-um..yeah," I stammered, guestering to the radio and his hand. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand. I slowly reached for the radio again and turned it on. The song 'You Make Me Feel..." by Cobra Starship was playing. I could sense Casey keep glancing at me while I stared at our interlocked fingers.

"You don't have to hold-" I cut him off.

Tightening my hold on his hand, "I do." It felt like a pleasant version of sticking your finger in a lightsocket, if there was one. I rested my head on Casey's shoulder and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt the car stop and I opened my eyes. Casey was smiling down at me. I smiled quickly back and ducked out of the car and nearly ran into the house. I heard Casey's footsteps crunching up the walk as I leaned against the wall.

Why was I so nervous? I knew what he was like; both sides. He could be sweet, caring, and considerate, and then if you made the wrong move he could just as easily be rough, demanding, and aggressive.

I was still leaning against the wall with my eyes closed when I felt his breath on my neck, and how his hands were on the wall on either side of me. His next words sent shivers up my spine.

"I know why you're nervous, Cassie," he whispered huskily in my ear. My eyes shot open and I dropped to the ground, crawling to the couch. I sat on it and clasped my hands neatly in my lap. Casey sat down beside me and had an amused look on his face. "You could've just asked me to move, you know?"

I snorted. "Yeah. Cause it worked so well last time," I said under my breath. He slumped beside me and took both of my hands in his and made me face him.

"Cassie. I am so sorry for forcing myself on you like that. There is no excuse. What I did was wrong, and I'm ashamed to admit that I did it. I'm also sorry for biting your leg and hurting you. But I'm notsorry for attacking that pathetic excuse for a waste of gravity. Can you forgive me for hurting you?" His eyes were sincere as he spoke, and I knew the apology was heartfelt. I looked down, and then hesitantly gave him a small peck on the lips.

"I forgive you," I told him and smiled. He smiled back. "But I think we should get to know eachother better! What do you think?"

He tensed and I could tell he was struggeling to keep the smile on his face. "Uhm. Sure," he said quietly. I opened my mouth, but he spoke before I could. "What's something that only a few people know about you?"

I looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. Should I tell him? Might as well...

"I had a brother." Casey's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Had?"

"When I was 13, a neighboring pack attacked and was stealing mates. I was with Leah and Alec and my mom was in the kitchen. A huge wolf burst through the window and got my mom. Alec was the only one who could shift. He tried to attack the wolf, but it turned and broke Alec's neck before he could do any real damage. Then my dad barged in and the wolf dropped my mom and left. My family, Leah, and..Mason..are the only people who know," I said in a monotone. I wouldn't start crying in front of Casey, too.

"Why does Mason know?"

"I told him the day before he cheated on me." My voice broke this time and I felt like I couldn't breath, as Mason's betrayl hit me hard again. I'd been so vulnrable, then he turned around and cheated? Were all of the sweet words he said lies?

I closed my eyes as a few stray tears leaked out of the corners. Casey's arms were around me suddenly, holding me to his chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in the crook of his neck. We sat like that for a few moments before I pulled back. He went to speak but I put my hand over his mouth.

"I'm fine. Your turn now."

He pulled completely away from me and faced forward, his head down and hands clasped tightly.

"Hey," I said softly. "You don't have to tell me."

He looked up at me, and his eyes were shining.

"No," he said. "I want to."

I waited paitently for him to continue. He sighed deeply.

"I think it was the same pack that attacked yours. I was 15 and sitting outside, talking to my mom, when out of nowhere a huge wolf had my mom by the leg and was dragging her off. I quickly shifted and managed to fight him off for a bit, until he started to over power me. He threw me at a tree. The next thing I remember is my dad trying to wake me up, covered in scratches. He told me that the wolf had taken my mom. That was the last time I saw her. Then my dad was fighting off some rouges alone and never came come. We later found his body in one of the ravines on our property. So I had to become Alpha," his voice broke periodically when he was telling me this and I saw a few tears fall onto his jeans.

Tears filling my own eyes, I wrapped my arms around him and layed my head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that," I whispered.

"I shouldn't have told you that. Too late now," he said, shaking his head. He let out a brittle laugh, but it was humorless.

I put my hands on either side of my face and turned him to look at me. "I think you're my mate," I told him and pressed my lips against his softly. When I pulled back to look at him, he nodded.

"Me, too," he agreed. Then his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "What did the wolf that killed your brother look like?" he asked slowly.

No idea where this was going, I tried to remember the enemy wolf's appearence. "He was very large, and had dark grey fur. His paws, tip of his tail, and ears were black," I said. Then I remembered one more thing. "Oh! And he had a scar running the length of his right side, and another one across his muzzle."

Casey's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked, getting nervous.

He shook his head and growled lowly.

"You just described the wolf that took my mom."