Chapter 10: Keeping The Peace

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Willow

I stood there in confusion after Romellow left and looked around after trying to pull myself back together. I saw a movement in the corner of my eye and saw Brayden running slowly toward me out of breath. I wondered where he had been, and why he was covered in mud. Maybe since the wind stopped blowing, he was able to track my scent easier, and went the wrong way before. I walked toward him and waited for him to make it all the way to me. When Brayden stopped running toward me, he stood not even two feet away from me. I looked into his eyes and knew that he was scared; I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest not caring that he was covered in dried mud.

Brayden wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer and then rested his head on top of mine. We stood there silently enjoying each other's company with our arms around each other. I know that I have only known him for a day, but I already have deep feelings for him. After all, he is supposed to be my true mate and my husband at the end of this year. I know it may seem silly as of right now, but I feel that my life has forever been changed from the presence he has made in my life this far.

I tried to forget about everything Romellow told me and was still wondering why my parents sent him away. I couldn't ask them otherwise they would grow suspicious of me and ask all of these questions. Also, I promised my brother that I wouldn't get him or his pack into any trouble, so I'll just have to ask other questions that they can't really trace back to Romellow.

Brayden's arms were warm and strong, I felt so safe in this moment.

Brayden had found me after I had run away from him because I didn't want to face my problems, and now he was here. I kept my arms around his waist as I moved my head so I could see where all of the mud was. I looked up at him.

"Brayden, why are you covered in mud?"

I was terrified that he might just lie to me, but all I knew was that mud covers a wolf's scent. I wanted to know why he had covered himself in mud, and he probably wasn't going to tell me the correct answer. No guy ever admits their truths without a fight.

He looked down at me and grinned. Then he made this face I didn't recognize as he started talking. "When I was trying to find you, I fell into a mud hole. Also, I didn't try to clean it off because I thought it would help me so that if you couldn't smell my scent then you wouldn't run away, again."

He looked irritated and I was probably to blame. I wanted to know what he was thinking and why he had made that weird facial expression while he was talking.

I continued to look up at him and knew that something didn't sound right.

"Where did you fall in the mud hole at?" I was curious where the mud hole was because they are rare around these parts of the woods. He looked down and laughed as if I was joking. "Brayden, I want to know where there is a mud hole!" He looked shocked because he knew now that I was being serious.

He made that face again before he started talking, and I was really wondering what that facial expression meant and I will figure it out sooner or later.

"I have no clue, Willow. I was just running and then fell into a mud hole. I am sorry that I can't show you where it is specifically."

I know what that face meant now, and it wasn't going to be good on his part because I am going to call him out on it.

Brayden

Willow was looking at me with a face and her arms folded across her chest. I didn't understand why she was so mad nor why she was scowling at me. I couldn't think of any reasons she would be mad at me, unless she knew that I wasn't telling the truth about the mud hole or where I found it. I feel bad for lying to her, but it is for her own good. If she finds out that I was spying on her and that guy she will never trust me again. Also, if she figures out that I was crying behind a tree, only a yard away from her, she will try and make me feel better and never let me out of her sight or she would see me as too weak to be good enough for her.

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