Werewolf Academy

Chapter 17

*** Ya.....I apologize for the months of waiting......

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Chapter 17

Eva's POV

I stayed behind in the tent as Will and Derek moved on to talk about the 'problem.' What was I supposed to do?

Follow him.

Nah. I was having an internal conflict of my own. Something was off about me, I could feel it, yet the strangeness had started to nearly go away as I thought about Will.

Sitting criss-cross on the thick matress on the floor, I closed my eyes with my hands in my lap.

Focusing on my breathing, I inhaled and exhaled repeatedly.

I had therapy sessions with my private therapist to help me remember my past, but I never knew where to start because I didn't know a single thing about myself.

Wolves were strange creatures, but speaking in all honesty, every creature besides humans had a great memory. I just needed a place to start.

I pictured Wills' rugged face, with the light 5 o'clock shadow, and the bright blue of his eyes light up like a reignited fire.

I tried to focus on certain features, small ones that no one actually notices till they get close enough to inhale his exhale.

Imagining his face clearing in my head, I saw the small scare above his eyebrow that was a very thin white line. I internally started to wonder how that even got there in the first place. He never had a scar there.

My mind immediately shifted towards his lower jawline where I had seen his after shadow for the past few weeks. Something inside me stirred as I saw an imagine of him with a clean, shaven face while smiling and looking down towards my perspective.

I began to get a rush of images of Will.

Will smiling.

Will laughing.

Will hugging me tightly in his arms.

Will looking at me with so much love that I didn't believe it would exist in this world.

Will caressing my face and saying that I was his.

Will screaming.

Will panicking.

Wills' heart bursting with sadness.

I couldn't stop myself, the images and short clips kept flipping through my head. Memory after memory, thought after thought, feeling after feeling.

To say it was overwhelming an frustrating would be putting it lightly.

The more I started to see, the more the me that had been living with my uncle for a year started to seem more of a dream. It was like a hallucination, a facade I had to put on for that beast.

My confusion was soon replaced by anger.

They had taken away my first mate, and now the world had the audacity to take away my Will?

As rage began to set in, my eyes flashed open, every emotion letting only one take its place. I didn't feel anything for a moment, just a blank empty feeling before I was succumbed into the person I once was.

But in my heart, what was left of it anyway, I knew I could never be the same.

I was Eva. But I also was Evangeline, as my false-uncle had called me.

I was strong and had a weakness, now I'm stronger than the weakness.

Something in me felt wrong at that point because the last thought actually had me worried.

Oh something was most definitely wrong with me, I could feel it. It felt darker and more of a lurking presence behind the back of my mind.

It wasn't threatening, but it left me slightly puzzled as to what this strange buzzing was in the back of my head.

My thoughts snapped when I heard a loud voice talking outside the tent, a voice I knew quite well, and then the rustling of feet as they all seemed to head into that direction.

I tilted my head, curiosity getting the better of my a I casually strolled out the tent. My posture felt strange, and the back of my feet felt like they had worn heels for most of their life.

I straightened my back, and tied my hair into a high ponytail before straightening my clothes to what I found was most comfortable.

As I left the tent, I caught a few glimpses of faces flash toward me as I headed towards the sound of the voice.

"We might as well just attack them now...."

The crowd parted like a sea before me, all eyes focused on me and not the speaker.

"....before....it's too.....late," I watched Will stumble over his words upon seeing me.

It was strange how much he had changed from a humorous boy to a cunning man in over a year.

"What happen to my partner in crime?" I asked, my head tilted with an amused smile on my face.

He faltered, as he kept starring at me as if I had just risen from the dead.

My eyes flickered to his brother beside him, and I halted in front of them.

My smile faded as I starred him straight in the eyes, his doing the same to me.

I thought he may have been a threat, but the buzzing in the back of my mind grew louder as I took in Derek's features.

Something about him seemed familiar.

Something was off.

Something went wrong.

"H....how are you still alive?" I gasped, slowly backing away from his dark eyes that seemed to have his wolf dancing on the surface.

He couldn't be alive.

It wasn't possible.

I saw him get killed in front of my eyes.

I may have been a child, but I could recognize his hair and stance anywhere.

"I saw them kill you in the woods!" I yelled, his eyes growing wider as he comprehended what I said.

"What?" Will exclaimed, looking between me and Derek.

"Mate," Derek whispered, his eyes shifting completely black.