Jealousy Can Be Flattering

Chapter Fourteen [Edited]

For the next few weeks time seemed to ignore all laws of the universe and suddenly I'd been with the Dawesons Creek Pack for a month. With school, training, Alpha duties and the Hunters, I'd hardly noticed the time pass. I'd trained really hard with the pack in that time, even lost some weight and brought my skills up to speed. Mel and Emily were always ready to help me whenever I found myself struggling, but that'd been less and less often. The Hunters had spent the time planning their attack, using me to train their people how to defend against the wolves and even get the upper hand. I'd been using all the knowledge gained from my time with the pack.

Outside of the impending bloodshed, winter was coming. The days were becoming shorter and the nights were colder. It was these times I wished I had my mate in my bed to help warm me. Werewolves don't normally need to be kept very warm as our wolves help handle that. It's something to do with the insulation of a wolf's natural body transferring over to the human side. But still, winter is a time in which a natural wolf would have a mate to sleep next to. To protect and be protected. My Matthew was still single by human standards. No girl held his eye and Ainsley had not made a comeback into his life. She was heartbroken at first and could be seen with puffy eyes the first few days. But she soon moved on, also remaining single for the time being. I'd been avoiding Matt, though apparently he'd been searching for me. I knew he felt the pull of our bond, but he is human and as such, I must respectfully observe the human protocol when it comes to relationships. Soon, though, I may not have been able to avoid him. I still felt the pull of course, though for some reason it had diminished. Mel said it was because he was single, my wolf knew that he's hers to take whenever she's ready.

This was yet another day at school, Monday to be exact. The beginning of another week. A month ago school would have just been ridiculously painful. Piles of homework and assessments taller than you could stand; seeing your mate day after day with another girl; and believing you're the only one of your kind in existance, feeling so alone, so different. You had human friends of course, but you always knew that there was a boundary there, a line that couldn't be crossed. They didn't know what it was, but they knew there was something off about you, something not quite right. Imagine how lonely that would be, experiencing it for all of your time in the education system. From Pre-K into your Senior Year at high school.

But more recently, having the pack with me, it made things so much better. I looked forward to every day. Classes and lunches were spent joking around with at least one of my pack and usually a couple from Mountain Ridge - Elliot Hawkins' lot. The only difficult class was English every afternoon. Since Joel was semi-friends with Matt - which makes no sense since Matt is human whilst Joel is, well, a werewolf - I can't really hang with him since I'm trying to give Matt space, as insistant on seeing me as he is. But Elliot and his Beta, Nick, were in that class too, so I hung with them. They're really great guys to be around. Elliot is your typical, good looking jerk who's actually pretty normal under that act; whilst Nick is a cute, sweet, funny, awesome guy and, to be honest, if I didn't already have a mate I'd be very jealous of his lucky little she-wolf.

Elliot snapped me out of my inner monologue by flicking me on the ear.

"Hey, dude, Matt's staring at you again," He whispered, flicking his head behind me, indicating where Matt was sitting.

"So," I shrugged. "We all know he's mine and as a mate it is my duty to be whatever he needs me to be to make him happy."

"When the hell are you going to wake up and realise that he needs you to be happy?"

"Shut up Elliot," Nick shoved his friend, "I'm sure Jess knows exactly what she's doing with her mate."

Elliot turned away like an angry little child, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Nick sent me a wicked smile, knowing he'd gotten under Elliot's skin. But Elliot couldn't stay mad for long. He began snickering and soon turned back to us.