Unleash

Chapter Four

This is it. I've hit a new low.

I slammed my fist into the punching bag hard enough to make it swing precariously on its hook. Every time I thought about The Human, I would train until I didn't even have the energy to think. It's been an entire week and I still couldn't get his heartbroken face out of my head. His name flashed through my mind constantly. Oliver. Frankly, it was creepy. Mate bonds were creepy. 

I shouldn't feel bad. He's just a fragile human; breakable, bendable, slightly disposable. He was weak and insignificant...but I grew weak when it came to him. My wolf wanted nothing more than to take him, lock him in a room, and leave him there. Not even in the kinky way some find enjoyable; just in the weirdly over protective way. The only way to overcome this mental obstacle was to push away my pride, and apologize.

If only it was that easy. Every time I walked within 15 feet of him, he would look at me with those big intense blue eyes and slump away. I had no clue how he knew I was approaching when just a week ago it took him until I was within a few feet. God, it killed  to know he was afraid of me. Okay Hazel, quit getting soft. Build a bridge and get over it. 

I peeled my sweaty shirt off my body, leaving me clad in a sports bra and leggings. At least one good thing came out of me almost going insane; I was getting fit. My body seemed to permanently be in some state of fitness, as it was with most werewolves. We were gifted a faster metabolism than humans had, which was fine with me as I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain any substantial weight. In those anxiety filled months after I got back from Gamma training I packed on an extra inch or two of body fluff, one that was quickly burned off in this week since I met The Human.

This work out was different than others; he just wouldn't leave my head. It was as if his face was glued onto my subconscious. I didn't know the emotions over taking my body. It was uncomfortable, awkward, and foreign to me. I landed one last punch on the bag and took off, jogging up into the bathroom for a shower. Even exhaustion couldn't get his haunted looking face out of my head this time. I groaned, knowing there was only one thing left to do now; apologize and apologize immediately.

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There was only a few minutes of class left and I was completely on edge. My wolf was ready to pounce on The Human. Glancing to the back of the room I took my fifth mental note of the day that he was here and safe. He was already busy staring at me -like usual- and when our eyes met he blushed and yanked his head down -also like usual. The teacher cleared her throat bringing my attention off The Human and to the front of the room.

"I have come to an important decision; since no one wants to follow the seating chart rules," Ms. Albert said and glared at a few boys in the front row, "I have decided to abolish the seating chart. I will take roll in the beginning of the period from now on, if you don't say 'here',  I am marking you absent."

I mentally groaned. This would have come in handy before my whole office computer break in episode. Too late now though. Somehow with the old seating chart, Robin and I were seated together; don't ask me how because no one in their right mind would purposely sit us together.

A few cheers broke out in the class, the rowdy teens rejoicing. The bell sounded. The Human lazily stuffed his books in his bag. After the first day of school, this was how he did things. He seemed to really not like the attention being first to leave entailed, so instead he was as slow and quiet as a turtle. I stuffed my things into my bag and stood, staring at The Human.

"What are you doing?" Robin said, then followed my eyes to look at Oliver.

"I need to ask him about a uh," I wracked my brain for an excuse, "A math problem!" She looked at me like I was an idiot.