The Genocide

Chapter Fifteen

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I had always loved the woods. I liked to be encased by nature. It might have been due to the part I was half wolf or I was just a born nature lover. I loved the smell of the woods. I loved the whistle of the wind blowing through the tightly knitted tree branches. I loved the sound of the crickets chirping and the sounds of the nocturnal wildlife waking up. Despite the falling sun, I had no want to go back to Hegemony's pack house. Right outside the line of trees there were guards whom were assigned to me. It was getting late and I felt bad for keeping them from their families but I couldn't will myself to leave.

Here, I could forget my problems... at least for a little while. In a few hours I'd have to make a decision... a decision that would and or could drastically change my life. Maybe Richard could find a way for me to live... with the baby.

I was going crazy with all the questions. All the possibilities. My transformation was supposed to be soon. It was due in... Well, I wasn't sure. I was supposed to have a week after the proclamation of war. But after that I was in a coma-like state for nine days. I didn't change... I didn't get my Wolf...

I'm trying to keep calm by taking my time up the hill, but it doesn't help. None of it does. I need to talk to Darwin. I need to figure out why it's not working. If I don't change then I will find a way to have this child...

My calves ache from the steep hill. Once the back of the house is in view I see Darwin waiting for me. He's standing and has a blanket folded against his chest. Once he spots me, he unravels it and holds it out. I'm not even cold but he's attempting. He's making the effort I'm not. In a week, we'll be mates.

I throw myself in his arms and a sob releases itself from its confines. I'm trying, I really am.

"You're dismissed." Darwin muttered to the men as he pulled the blanket around my shaking body and he pulls me down on a bench. I'm holding onto his chest and I see goose bumps on his arms. I pull the oversized blanket around him.

"I'm not cold." He mutters but I don't listen. He's trying to soothe me but its not working. I can't help but feel Harry would have done the job better.

"What's wrong?" Darwin asked, pulling my chin towards his face. I looked into his brown eyes.

"I didn't get my transformation. The medicine won't work with me,"

Darwin pulled me into his warm chest and pulled his arms around me, "Shh," he cooed. "There could be many reasons, Bay," he spoke softly.

"Or the medicine is rejecting me."

"It's not," he tried to reassure me but I could feel the hesitancy behind his words.

"What if I wasn't supposed to change? What if I'm not supposed to be like you and change? If I stop taking the medicine, it'll kill my wolf. It feels like I'm dying, but it'll just brand me a Half forever..."

"It sounds like you've been thinking about it a lot." He sat up pulling me on his lap.

"I can't kill the baby, Darwin." I whispered, placing a hand over my stomach. I was surprised when he put his hand underneath my thin shirt, his calloused thumb running over my stomach.

I laid my head against Darwin's forehead, enjoying the serene moment. I enjoyed the way his hands caressed my stomach lovingly. He pressed his lips to mine. And while it was nothing like Harry's heart stopping kisses. It was nice. My heart sped, and my arms wrapped around his neck.

Darwin pulled away and rested my head over his heart. I listened to the quick thumps of his heart, "You should pray."

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