Eternal

Chapter 8: Outed

Chapter 8

It was a week after that incident that I decided to start packing up my house. No one would talk to me -- not my wolf, not Daxton, not even the people in the town. Somehow he had put a gag order on everyone so I was completely and utterly alone. It was the worst feeling in the world and I couldn't handle it. Living in Tinder, under the watchful eye of Daxton (I could feel his eyes following me everywhere I went), was too much. I wanted a normal life -- one where I was accepted and loved. Personally, I thought it was a complete overreaction on his part.

After I had uttered that damning phrase, Evander had taken over Daxton. Ian, who was apparently his Beta, explained to me what I had done. Apparently, "rejecting" a mate was not only taboo in the shifter society but also never happened -- ever. Mates were rare and if on the off chance you managed to find one you were meant to cherish them forever.

But, I mean, who could blame me? I wasn't raised in a shifter society, I was raised in a human one. None of this was natural to me and none of them seemed to understand that. Plus, how was I supposed to know that saying three little words could make or break a relationship! They were just words, I didn't understand the impact it would have. I thought saying them was more of a warning to back off, not a declaration of hate and evil.

What was especially frightening was when Evander tried to bite me, literally bite me. It took Ian and the triplets to finally contain him then Kolby quickly shoved me out of the house and forced me to drive back to my home. He said in the car that it would be in my best interest to not step foot out of the house unless absolutely necessary. I agreed considering I was shaken up over having a wolf trying to kill me.

I only went out once and that was to get groceries. Everyone avoided me like the plague and the cashier didn't bother to say one single word to me, either. I had quickly loaded up my groceries and drove home. That was three days ago and I'd had enough.

I refused to laze around all day like some criminal on house arrest. I was moving and no one was going to stop me. Good thing I had kept all of those boxes, I thought to my myself as I wrapped my toaster in bubble wrap.

Looking at the time, I saw it was already nine in the morning, the exact time the realtor's office opens. I had to go into the next town over to find someone who could sell this house since no one wanted to help me here. It was sad that Mrs. Charlotte's dream for me was ending so quickly, but I was ready to live in peace.

I grabbed a granola bar on my way out of the house and didn't bother nor care to lock up. There was nothing of value to steal and I doubt there were many thieves in this little town.

My drive to Westpoint, Oregon was an hour long and I spent the entire trip trying to get Bry to talk to me. All she did was whimper nowadays and show me images of Evander. Apparently, when I rejected them the connection was severed. Bry was both pissed and lonely, always pining for her "lost" mate. I tried telling them Daxton obviously doesn't care if he hasn't even tried to contact us, but he simply won't listen. I only hoped that one day Bry would forgive me and realize that maybe, in the end, cutting the connection was easier.

Did I miss Daxton? Strangely, yes. But did I need Daxton? No, positively not! I did it ultimately to protect our hearts. Bry is just as sensitive as I am and would probably completely lose it once Evander and Daxton left us. I was saving our well being and one day, hopefully in the near future, Bry would understand that.

I pulled into a parking space near the entrance of the building and shut my truck off. Would it be too much to ask that this whole selling house business went over smoothly? Probably. I didn't have high hopes as I walked into the building and was greeted by an overly enthusiastic blonde woman.