The Art of Mending Memories
Chapter 7
I had been sitting outside for a while, probably about an hour, when I heard the kitchen door open. As if on cue, the wind swept by me, and I felt goose bumps rise on every inch of my exposed arms, legs, and neck.
I could sense that the person who opened the door was a horse shifter: Mr. Keith. He walked out and stood next to my sitting form. I looked up after a few seconds at his still form.
"I get that horses aren't into the whole sitting down thing, but I highly doubt it will kill you to sit down." I told him. "And I feel weird having you stand while I sit."
"You could stand." He retorted.
"I was here first."
"Fair enough," Mr. Keith said as he sat down next to me and faced the woods as I had. He didn't say anything, and neither did I.
Suddenly he took a deep breath and faced me. I tilted my head toward him so I could see him, but still able to look at the woods.
"I know you don't want to, but I'm asking you to listen to me." I sighed loudly and turned my head away, knowing he would continue his sentence with another about the wolves. Sure enough, he did. "These wolves are good people. I talked to them before they moved. They are not ruthless and savage like so many of their species. I know you crossed paths with wolves before, but not these wolves. You should give them a chance."
I snapped my head toward them as his words caught up with me. "You knew? You knew they were coming? And you didn't tell me?" I spat at him. Mr. Keith knows I hate shifters, werewolves in particular. "You got to be fucking kidding me. How long?"
"Kaelyn, it doesn't matter. It's no big deal. You just-"
"How. Long?"
Mr. Keith looked away. "About three months."
"Three months. You couldn't find the time in three months to tell me a pack was moving in? You couldn't give me a little warning?" I screamed at him. I quickly stood up. "Do you have any fucking idea how terrified I was when I first saw them on the beach two days ago? Do you have any idea what that was like for me?" I could feel my skin burning with anger, and my veins straining on my neck. Tears were springing to my eyes as I struggled to hold them back.
"No. I didn't. I'm so-"
"Fuck you" I spat. Normally I wasn't one to swear too much, but when I was mad the 'f-bomb' dropped out of my mouth like salt in a salt-shaker.
"Kaelyn, I'm sorry! I just-" He didn't finish. I was already storming through the kitchen door, with him halfway toward the door. I slammed the door in his face.
Aunt Jane and Anna ran into the kitchen. They took one look at my fuming, crying state, and they both gasped and took a step back.
"Are you-" Aunt Jane started to say.
"No" I growled, knowing her next word was going to be 'okay'. Of course I wasn't okay.
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The Art of Mending Memories
WerewolfKaelyn Apples has a sad past. Aaron Kleidmer isn't completely human. He's a werewolf; the same species that caused pain in Kaelyn's past. When Aaron finds out Kaelyn is his "special someone," he has to battle with her defenses to win her over. C...
