*COMPLETED*
"Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
"I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper.
"I can see the good in you." I told him.
"Not everyo...
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I stood there, still paralyzed to that spot, for another few minutes. I could hear some of the other pack members talking behind me, but their words didn't make sense. I heard the shuffle of feet as they disappeared back into the forest. The meeting was over which meant we could go back to our houses, but I couldn't get my feet to obey.
Keera wanted to kill me.
Keera was going to kill me.
Her words echoed in my head. She was going to make sure I didn't see another full moon. I wondered if she would have Ean kill me. He wouldn't have any problem doing that. He even asked Keera if he could. My skin crawled at the thought. He'd have fun making me bleed.
Then something else snapped into my head. Keera had known my mother. Something swirled at the back of my mind, but I didn't want to think about it. I was being buried. Buried under all these secrets and lies. I was going to drown under the weight of them. Where was the surface? What was the truth?
Tears brimmed at my eyes, threatening to spill over. I reached down and removed the heels from my feet. In a fit of anger, I sent them flying into the trees. The sound of them crashing into the bark and leaves sent birds flying into the night sky.
"Kanin." It was Jax's voice behind me, but he didn't dare touch me.
I spun around in a flash, "Tell me what's happening!"
Jax had his hands shoved into his front pockets. His broad shoulders were hunched in defeat. His wolf's eyes still swirled at the surface. He kept his lips pressed in one thin line, not opening his mouth to answer me.
That night at the club came flashing back into my mind. That was first time I'd seen Jax. I hadn't known who he was back then, or maybe some part of me had. I had felt the uneasy fire in my stomach even then.
"How long have you been watching me? Even before that night in the club?" I asked, my voice merely a whisper on the wind, but he heard me loud and clear.
Something flashed in his eyes. Shock? I wasn't sure. "How did you know I'd been there?"
"I saw you at the bar." I answered, keeping my distance from him, "Was that the first time that you'd followed me?" I knew it wasn't, but I had to hear it from him. "How long, Jax?"
"Since your mother was killed." The words tumbled out of his mouth. His eyes searched mine quickly, waiting for a reaction.
I sucked in a breath and stumbled back a few steps. He'd been in the shadows watching me for twelve years now? Some part of me wasn't at all surprised by this. A part of me clicked into place knowing it was true. Images flashed across my mind. All the times I thought I was being followed, every time I thought I saw a dark figure in the shadows, every time I thought I dreamt the red eyes - It'd been Jax. A part of my subconscious had been trying to tell me that Jax had been there all along.
