Twisting Fate

Moving On

Chapter 13

After walking into the pack house, I knew something had to change. I couldn't walk anywhere without smelling his scent. Travis's scent was everywhere. On the couch, in the kitchen, on the rocking chair outside.

How can I let him go if he's still on my mind all the time? Anywhere I look in this house, I see him. I see memories we've made. I hear laughter and playful banter, even when the house is empty. I think I'm going crazy. I've finally fallen off my rocker.

After the incident in his room, I knew Travis would need time to adjust to things. Obviously his mate did too. So I made my decision. I'm leaving. I can't be here. It hurts too much. My wolf is crying out to him but and I can't ease her pain. Her pain is my pain. My sadness is her sadness. Hopefully my resolve will also be her's.

The last time I saw Travis was three days ago when I said goodbye. I've avoided him ever since. Just waiting for my opportunity. I needed him and his mate to be gone. I'm afraid if I see him, I won't have the strength to follow through with my plan. I won't be able to leave.

Luckily, today Bethany demanded he take her shopping for new items. Apparently she planned to burn all my things and replace them with her own. Too bad for her none of it will be here when they return. I enlisted the boys to help me pack my things into my truck. I promised they could still visit me. I wasn't leaving the pack, just moving into town. Away from it. I had bought an apartment and found a job. I've been busy for the past three days. It's not like I got any sleep. My dreams are more of nightmares. Only they are real. At least, they were at one point. When I'm alone, they appear. They drag me back down into the shadowy depts of terror, pain, and silence. Always the silence.

So, instead of sleeping I decided to meander the town. I learned back roads and alley ways. I learned directions to places I've never been to, but may need to know where they are. I did anything and everything to avoid sleep.

I'm not stupid, I know I have to sleep soon. I know I can't fight it. But I can delay it. So that's what I have done.

I arrived at the pack house just before nine o' clock this morning. The pack helped me locate my belongings in the train wreck of my old room and pack them up in my truck. It has been two hours and I believe we're done. I never had many belongings. I didn't even have clothes when I first came here.

I hugged everyone, wiped their tears and promised to be back for training days. The James and Jimmy wouldn't let me go. They kept saying they would beat Travis's ass for running me off like this. I simply chuckled at them. I knew they couldn't if they tried. But it was sweet. I know they care for me deeply as I do for them.

As I made my way out of the house, I felt a hand gently grab my wrist. I turned, surprised at who it was.

Alpha Mathew stood there, a hooded expression on his face, as if he was masking some unseen emotion.

"Won't you please stay Avery? We can switch your room to downstairs so you don't have to worry about seeing that mutt."

I gave him a weak smile. "I just don't think I can right now. It's all too much at the moment." I replied meekly.

"I understand" he spoke softly, "However, if you are ever in trouble, any kind, whether it be an emergency or not, I'm just a howl away."

I gave him a real smile this time. I knew it didn't quite reach my eyes, but it was the best smile I've given in a long time now. "I know you are Matt." I spoke, using his nickname from before he became alpha last year. He hates that I call him alpha. Probably because of his feelings towards me.

I'm not blind. I do see the deeper meaning beyond his advances and teasing. It is just simpler to act as if I don't.

Matt pulled me into a hug and planted a kiss on my cheek. With a smile he said, "Take care of yourself Angel."

"And you do the same." I answered.

I walked to my truck and cranked it. I sat for just a moment taking a breath. The weight and sudden revelation of what was happening finally sinking in. With a shaky breath, and one last look at the only place I've ever called home, i pulled out of the driveway. I drove through the grand, iron gates. Through the winding road of the forest. And finally, out onto the highway.

As i made it to the town limits i saw a familiar truck heading towards me. I could see it perfectly in my peripheral vision, but I refused to look directly. I saw him and all of his reactions. His confused expression which soon turned to questioning, then realization, shock, disbelief, and I think even anger.

As I passed his truck I was proud of myself. I didn't look at Travis. I didn't slow down. But the lone tear that escaped onto my cheek brought to my attention the severity of the pain in my chest. This made me angry. I. Don't. Cry. Especially not over stupid guys.

I wiped my face and accelerated my truck's speed. Time to put Travis behind me.

Sorry for the long wait! (to anyone who really cares)- I originally wasn't going to have Avery move out. But it seemed to add more drama and suspense so i did. Now the story should be picking up in the next two or three chapters. We'll get some excitement. Keep reading guys! Don't give up on me! PLEASE comment! I need feedback and even ideas! Thank you!