The Secret One

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Chapter 13

Not all stories end happily. That is what I was always told. I am now training with Anyna and two of her friends. Jake watches us so he can also help. I am doing well. Punching someone in the face hurts more than you would think, "We are going for a run after this, meaning Jameson, Jake, and Sloan. You want to come?" Anya asks me while pulling me off the ground. "Um, I haven't shifted since I was 18," I shamefully said. Anya pats me, "You are safe," I nod yes. A run. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Anya lets her vampire side take over. Sloan shifts into his wolf. Jameson and Jake wait for me, "Feel her. Call Tegan forwards," Jake preaches to me. I do as I say. The fuzzy feeling of morphing takes over—the breaking of every bone in my body. I am changing direction. I still don't fight it. Tegan opens her eyes to see Jake and Jameson have now shifted. Without a second thought, Tegan launched to the left and darted to start the run.

Waylen's pov

Where is my little wolf? I have searched for months now. I called packs. I even tried to track her. Nothing! I can't find a damn thing! I step out of her old room onto the window seal. Her blood was still on the tree she threw herself at to escape me—shameful pity wolf. The smell of smoked cherries fills the air. My body relaxes, and I smirk to myself, "Oh wolf, you don't know yet, but you fucked up,"