Silver

Chapter Seventeen: Mate

I miss them so much.

They don't miss you.

That's a lie.

No. That's the cold, hard truth.

Liar. They care about me.

Then why didn't they come save you?

It's because they don't know where to find me.

Think what you want. But you know the truth.

What truth?

They stopped caring for you. Your family and friends moved on...without you.

Liar. They love me.

No, Ariel. They loved you. Not anymore.

"Ariel?" Someone placed their hand on my chin and moved my head toward theirs.

My eyes connected with bright green eyes and hair that was red as blood. A light stubble of hair graced his chin and I blinked, seeing how old he looked for the first time.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Scott asked, and I frowned slightly hearing the nickname they chose for me.

Angel.

They told me once that I was their Angel, and that without me, they'll be plunged into hell with the devil himself. Otherwise known as Lucius.

I laughed at first when they gave me the nickname, telling me that it's a perfect nickname for a kind and caring girl like me.

I was amused and thought it was a way for them to lighten up things. However once I realized how genuine they were when calling me that, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Me? Kind and caring and perfect? They must be blind for them to call me that. I'm the last person that nickname should be given to.

Angel.

My lips curled in distaste, hearing the name in my mind. The name was a mockery to what I was before. An angel is someone who's loved by all.

And who loves me any more? My family and Jason?

No. They loved you.

"Be quiet," I whispered to who, I did not know. Maybe it was to my weakening self or maybe it was to Scott, who was now shaking my body harshly.

"What's wrong?" Scott demanded, gripping my face tighter in his hand. "Tell me what's wrong."

I stared at his face hard, feeling a surge of anger go through me. Why would he care about me? He's not my family or Jason.

That's right. It's an act. Don't trust them. Don't trust anyone.

I pressed a hand to my throbbing head, wanting to mute the voice in my mind.

For the past few months, a constant voice in my head was whispering mean words to me. I thought at first that it was my silver wolf that finally resurfaced into my mind and I felt hope thinking that my best friend and other half was back.

However, that thought quickly disappeared with each passing day. The voice in my head was filled with anger and madness, making me go crazy to no ends.

Maybe I finally did hit the deep end. It was only a matter of time anyways.

"Ariel!" Scott's arms wrapped around me, and for some reason, I felt claustrophobic feeling the new physical weight on me.

Space.

I needed space.

"Let go," I whispered, trying to pry his arms off from me. When his arms tightened around me even more, I panicked. "I said, let go!"