Often Hushed

Chapter Six

Hello fellow Wattpaddians! I am a major jerk for not updating when planned, and I am hella sorry, but I am so über thankful for all of the fantastic people who read and liked!

To my critiquers- thank you for going through my junk and still telling me that the story looks promising :) your help will not be undermined. Finally, one giant thanks to @VampireBunny2154 for the fantabulous cover! You will be CREDITED, lol :3

I JUST HIT 3K READS SOME TIME LAST NIGHT!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED AND HAPPY I AM!

As a last thing, many people have pointed out to me that I tend to write in present tense while trying to do past tense, so I'm just going to try it out with present and then edit it all the right way later. This will all be so much easier because I have Pages on my iPad again! Took me long enough *facepalm*.

Upon rereading this... I've come to realize that it APPEARS like I'm doing the classic "blonde slut/bimbo" who hates the MC but I promise that this... Well, let's just say that everything shifts throughout the story until you can look back and understand. 

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CHAPTER SIX

My gasp feels like it goes in reverse. I'm not expelling the air, I'm choking on it. Behr is ignorant to his subordinates' wicked, incredulous stares. Maddisen hisses between her teeth, scowling at me. I try not to, but I stiffen. Behr growls and draws me closer.

A few Wolves rise from the table, and I hear the collective rumble of their growls. Behr snarls at their audacity and pulls me behind him. I tug away, but he still stands defensively in front of me until the others settle down. My hackles rise.

"What the actual fuck?" Maddisen yells loudly. The blonde pushes herself up from the table and marches close to Behr. He doesn't back down. "You said we were together. You thought that I'd set you off! She's..." Maddisen struggles for a word, knotting her fingers in her hair.

I scan the crowd behind them while Maddisen writhes. Still across the table, Bethany doesn't look like she's laughing anymore. All pairs of eyes are focused on their Alpha and Maddisen, and not on me. I can bolt if I really need to. I debate the pros of taking off, but the cons far out way any pain I get from staying here.

As the transition from Pack wolf to Rogue occurs, many things go... wrong. First, you have less control of your ability to shift, which could get you stuck Upright* rather than Grounded**. Next, the longer you are a Rogue, the more insane you get. It's a disease known as the Madness. I don't consciously feel it coming on yet, which could be a good sign, but without a mate to accept me into his Pack, I'm hopeless. 

By now all pairs of eyes are set on Behr and Maddisen, except for one. Along the wall, one dark set of eyes are staring heavily of mine.

The boy from the woods! I gulp. His brown eyes look darker from here. It looks like he's glaring at me. His arms are taught ropes of muscle that are half tucked behind his back. His height dwarfs most of the Wolves even though he's in the back. No one seems to notice him besides me.

Neither of us hears the lull in the argument. Behr's furious gaping has moved from Maddisen to me. He eyes the direction of my gaze, and follows it to the boy in the background.

"Don't even look at her, Terroso," he threatens my boy from the woods. The boy doesn't even flinch at his tone, but remains silent. His eyes look like they're glistening from here, but they don't seem any less fierce. "You may've found her, but she's mine."