Never Again: Chapter 90
Rose's POV
I made breakfast for the boys and hunters, it took a long time since there were about 12-15 people coming in and out of our house. But what was strange was how all throughout breakfast, there was a nagging thought in my brain.
How did Liam come back from the dead?
Niall told me not to mess with it, that it was probably very dark and dangerous. I still wanted to know, no, I needed to know.
I saw him die. I touched his neck to feel a pulse, nothing was there. I cried for days and weeks after, but now that Liam is back I don't feel the same way.
Of course I showed him love when he came through the door a few days ago, but I was terrified.
The glint in his eye was dark, he wasn't the loving boy that left.
He wasn't the same. That worried me.
"Rose?" Louis said from across the kitchen table. I must've been zoning out, I hadn't even touched my plate of food or even noticed that the boys ate everything I laid out for them.
"Yes Lou?"
"I was just wondering what you were thinking." Louis frowned. I smiled lightly at him and nodded. I was just so accustomed to blocking my thoughts from him.
'Liam,' I said through mind link to Louis. His frown deepened. I was frowning also, not only for Liam, but for Louis.
His mate died, Jessie, right in front of him. I don't know what I would do without Niall, but Louis was still here. He was sad, obviously, he doesn't smile as much. I miss his cheeky jokes and his joyous laugh.
I miss a lot of things that aren't here anymore.
"I'm gonna go change for the day," I said to the table of werewolves and hunters. I had learned that the hunters weren't all that bad, they were actually pretty hilarious. They all loved life so much because they had seen life being taken away.
They've witnessed death, they've even caused it by killing werewolves. I don't know how many of us they've killed, but I know that they've killed enough of my kind to be worthy opponents for the Daemons.
I hate the Daemons.
I scowled at the thought of the Daemons as I left the kitchen and ascended the stairs. I reached my room and went straight to my dresser.
I want to scout the area around our house for weak spots and strong spots so that way when the Daemons come I know where the best battle grounds would be.
"Hmmm," I muttered as I looked though my dresser. I decided on a pair of black jeans, a gray tank top, and my favorite combat boots. I slipped off my sleeping clothes and pulled on my outfit of the day.
I glanced in the mirror once I was done lacing up my boots. I looked like I was actually intimidating. I laughed at the thought because I was never intimidating before I was a werewolf. I was that shy girl who stood out amongst other teenagers, but I never spoke.
I left my hair down in it's natural waves because I hated when my hair was pulled away from my face, besides it wouldn't matter if I shifted anyway.
As I was leaving my bedroom I reached into Niall's closet and pulled out one of his over sized plaid button up shirts. I smiled when I held it up to my nose, his scent was all over it. I shrugged it on my shoulders, it could probably be a dress on me but that didn't matter.
I walked past Zayn and Iris' room, they must've been sleeping. Their room was quiet, but I didn't want to barge in. Iris needed her rest.
I sighed and walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed at the necklace Niall had given me, it's cool crescent moon shape felt good against my warm skin. I always wore it, even when Niall and I were fighting I wore it. It was a reminder to me that he was always there.
