Soooo for those of you who don't know. I've actually already written most part of the story. Or so I'd like to think(I may be wrong because the part I'm writing now didn't come as planned but yeah).
Sadly though, I'm not nearly writing as fast as I'm updating so I'm feeling a little stressed right now 'cause of my fear of running out of material before I've written a new chapter. BUT... Despite my fear of not being able to update weekly anymore after chapter 15 (which hopefully won't be the case) I just want to celebrate that I've got over 50.000 words written in my word-document. But you guys probably only have half of it on Wattpad now.
So on my computer I've got like 15 completed chapters and I'm busy writing chapter 16 but it's coming a little slow as I'm nearing the plot. (Yes there is actually a plot to this story) And UGHH my characters don't work with me, probably because they know what's going to happen and they're trying to avoid it. Grrr.
That and the fact that I'm trying hard to graduate from college.So while I'm busy seeking them out and making sure they stay in line, I'll give you chapter nine. Yaay. Also thank you for supporting me by reading Night Flame, I know I've said it a lot but it truly does make me happy (and in case I haven't said it a lot, I'm sorry. I do think it all the time, though). Also feel free to comment or give me feedback like when you think I could improve on some things.
I think I've never written an A/N this long, not sure how I feel about it.
But anyway here goes:
Chapter 9 – Home
June of the Blood Hounds
Steve and Mackenzie are all set and ready to leave. It saddens me, but at least I got to see them. Soon Alana and Jonathan will come to visit me, too. All of them incredibly curious as to who I'm living with. I can tell it makes Adam feel a little nervous. This morning I noticed that he's a little conflicted over something and I plan on confronting him as soon as we're alone.
Steve and Adam are standing a few feet away from Mackenzie and I, talking and laughing. Hopefully they've at least learnt to tolerate each other and looking at them interacting, I think they have. I sigh relieved. Mackenzie giggles beside me, watching me with a smirk on her face. I turn to her and raise my eyebrows. "It's as if you're true mates. " She says as if she can't believe it. "Just the way you act around each other... only less kissing involved." She giggles again and smiles really bright. I frown, is that a good thing?
I turn to look at Adam. We're acting as if we're true mates? How? Is that even possible? "You don't have to overthink or worry, June. If you are happy with where you are now, than you should just continue with what you're doing. Everything will fall in place." I do nothing except silently agreeing.
She hugs me briefly just before Steve comes over to us and scoops me up in his arms. I hug him back and notice a few tears falling from my eyes. Why am I crying? It's not as bad as anything else I've cried over, right? But I guess it makes me feel sadness in another way than pain does. I look over Steve's shoulder, right in the eyes of Adam. He can probably see the tears, but also the questions in my eyes. He smiles reassuringly and I know it's nothing to worry about. I guess it's okay to cry over saying goodbye, too.
Steve releases me and I see that his eyes are a little watery, just like mine. "Take care, June. If something happens, don't hesitate to call." I nod at him and then they're off into the woods. I keep staring at the trees until I truly can't see them anymore.
"Your friends are really nice, Rue." Adam comes to stand beside me. "Yeah, they're the best. I like your packmembers, too, I had a great time last night." They were all really sweet and welcoming, some of them even invited me to go shopping with them. They already see me as a worthy member of their pack and they want me to feel like I belong. I have yet to ask Adam if it's okay, though the women told me I don't need his permission.
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Night Flame
WerewolfBeing locked up by your own family member can cause you to view the world differently. Especially when you know nothing but pain. Crying wasn't allowed. Crying is for the weak. That is what June has been taught ever since she was brought into this w...