Not My Way

Late bloomer - 17

*Lilly's pov*

"No! Stop!" I yelled and scratched him. Why was he doing this? I scratched his face and ran out.

I woke up and sat up. I was breathing hard, as if I was reliving the moment. I growled and glared at the wall.

"Harlem!" I yelled. He came running out of his side room. "What happened?" He asked. I saw the scar I gave him on his chest.

His shirt was off. "Nothing. Just... Thinking." I didn't want to tell him I dreamed about that night.

"Sorry. Go back to sleep." He nodded and went to the room. I fell back and kept my eyes open.

I never like to close them. It makes me feel vulnerable. My mind went to Deon. How's he doing through all of this?

What about Joe? How's he doing? I haven't talked to Joli in a while... I need to talk to them.

'Joe? I know it's early, but I'm just saying I'm okay. I extended my stay for a while. I don't know when I'm coming back.'

I waited for a while.

'Where the hell are you?!? We have been worried sick about you!'

'Sorry. I just don't feel like I'm welcome yet. And I don't think I'm ready to go back.'

'Lilly. I know what happened. We even have someone from there telling us you're there. You know Kyla?'

My eyes widened and I sat up.

'Kyla's there?'

'Yeah. It was a shock to us too. She told us what happened. It was pretty brutal. For both of you.'

I looked at the bed covers. She was at the pack. She was safe.

'We're coming to get you in a month. Stay safe until then. Okay?'

'No. Their troops have tripled since you were here. Your not going to make it if you try to get me. I have to escape on my own. I'll figure it out.'

I cut off the link and got out of bed. I started pacing around my room. I knocked on Harlem's door.

"I'm going to get a snack, want anything?" I asked through the door. He opened the door and my eyes fell upon the scar.

It was pretty deep. I guess my claws had come out. "No. I'm fine. But I should probably go with you." I nodded and walked out.

There was a nice breeze going through the white hall. We made it to the kitchen and I opened the fridge.

I took out the Chinese food with a post it note saying 'Do NOT I REPEAT, NOT! eat please.'

"You might not want to eat that. It's Peter's food." He warned me. I shrugged and ate it.

By the time I was done, Harlem was eating food and it was morning. We left the kitchen to go get changed into work clothes.

We got changed and talked for a while. We trained and then we went to go eat lunch. We stopped when we heard a slam.

After that there was a growl, pop, and scratching on the tile. Then there was a light golden wolf bursting through the doors.

He headed straight towards Harlem. And he looked angry. "It wasn't me this time. I swear." Harlem said.

"I didn't eat your food man!" He yelled as the beast came forward. Harlem back away. Wuss.

"It was me Peter. I ate you damn food. And guess what, it was good." I said. His head whipped towards me. He was taken back a little.

Peter trained with me a couple of times when I was younger. He was good. Sometimes he would beat me. Although he was, like, fifteen years older than me.