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Leaving the Pack

19: Leaving the Pack

April's POV 

I knew they were mean to be, Nathan and Scarlet, ever since the first day they met. Relationships (especially cliche ones) usually start off with a little argument or two. I didn't think it would come to the point where they become mates though.

I was updated on their relationship only a few days ago, and probably after every sentence Scarlet spoke, my jaw dropped slightly lower. Life sure moves fast when you don't know what the fuck was going on. Well, at least now, I have a chance to be in a pack.

Last night, Scarlet's dad drove himself to the hospital because his chest hurt. As he talked to one of the nurses, he just dropped to the floor, a hand over his heart. He's not dead of course, a heart of a werewolf will always be stronger than a normal human being's. I was notified by call that he was in the hospital. My dad and I had visit him, talked to him and discussed what had happen.

You can't really have a heart attack for no reason. There's always a reason. Scarlet's dad never did anything to damage his heart, so what happened? I'm still thinking about it, but I think I have a pretty good idea what happened.

I think.

Nathan's POV

Is it possible that Scarlet is a better driver than I am? 'Cause I think so.

She has been shivering and sweating during our trip back, a few complaints here and then. We have only about an hour left till we're back at home. Scarlet said to go to her house first, then the hospital, because she needed to get some things ready.

My eyes are kinda dying right now; I'm so close to falling asleep in this dreadful traffic. When did Missouri have so much traffic anyway? I bet you that I would've been home hours ago on paws. Seriously, that's how slow the traffic is. I'm just a freaking state away.

"Nathan..." Scarlet whispers, her eyes still closed. "How much longer?"

I forced a sarcastic smile. "In this traffic? I'm hoping two hours."

"Damn people," she said in an annoyed tone. "Don't know how to follow laws. Now we're stuck in traffic. Stupid, stupid people."

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. "This is a plus for criminals though... the police can't catch 'em in this kind of traffic."

She opened one of her eyes. "Is this what you think about at a time's crisis? My father's in the hospital and all you can do is think about the benefits of being a criminal?"

I grinned. "You're the mind reader, not me."

Scarlet closes her eyes again and I can tell that she internally rolled her eyes. I smile to myself at the thought.

"You feeling okay, Scar?" I asked, bored. I still care though, she looked pretty sick.

She lets out a quiet breath. "I haven't felt okay in months. Not since you've entered my life," she says, smiling. "I just... I don't feel well. I'm sick, but I'm also not sick. I don't understand it."

"You were perfectly healthy last night," I whispered, more to myself, but of course she heard it. "How can something like this happen just over night? You being sick.. and your father... he's not so well either..."

Silence filled the truck. Well, with the exception of car honks in the background.

"It does seem kinda strange, doesn't it?" I went on, slowly. "You and your dad, sick at the same time? Quite a coincidence, isn't it?"