Tylant wolf

Chapter eighteen

As the time went by my nightmare started to progress more. Peterson would punch me more and harder, he would slam me against the walls and kick me over and over and over. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when I woke up realizing he didn't kill me in my dream, I had killed him.

I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of me ripping open his skin and sucking the blood out of him. But it consumed my thoughts everyday, every time he had a cut on him, or whenever I had that dream.

I've started to avoid him mostly, claiming I wanted to sleep in my bed at nights because it was to hot if we were both on the same bed. He smiled and said of course, but his face was filled with hurt. After that, I felt the dreams begin to get more real.

I woke up in the middle of the night standing outside his door with a hungry look on my face.

I couldn't live like this anymore! I ran the other way when Peterson walked by. We barely talked let alone kiss. I missed him like crazy and everyday we were apart I felt a deep pit inside me deepen. Peterson was also more grumpy then usual and I figured it was because his tylant was starting to count back up.

Shit.

Charlie tried to talk to me multiple times but I made up a random excuse and ran to find Sydney who would talk so much Charlie would even walk away.

Yesterday was the first day I heard what year it was since I've been captured. I ran to my room and cried on my bed for the rest of the day, no one bothered me.

Almost three years have I been gone. My family must assume I'm dead. I feel dead after all. God I missed them so much. The only thing keeping me from trying to leave right now is I've become emotionally attached with this pack. With Charlie, Sydney, Rosie, and especially Peterson.

I walked down the hallway hanging my head low and my hair dangled in front of my face. Someone ran by me and said 'hello Luna!' And I didn't bother to mumble a response back.

I walked past Peterson's bedroom and heard his familiar voice yelling at someone. "I said I want it 35 DEGREES DOWN HERE!"

"B-but sir you'd freeze-"

"I DON'T CARE!" He roared loudly.

35 degrees? Why on earth would he want it to be 35 degrees? I was about to creak open the door but it bursted open for me and he came crashing into me.

Tingles shot all around my body and I wanted him to lay on top of me forever like this, but of course he was squishing me so I couldn't breath.

"Oh Chloe I'm so sorry!" He jumped up and lifted me up in the air, his black eyes searching mine for any sign of pain.

He smiled when he saw I was okay and I wrapped my arms around his body pushing him towards me missing this incredible feeling. He held me back tightly and his arms felt weaker then normal, his face looked daunt.

Charlie walked by with Vanessa and he bellowed a loud, "Thank god!". I cringed and pulled back from Peterson quickly.

"I need to leave." I mumbled and walked the other way swiftly. Stupid chloe.

I heard Charlie mumbled a response and a sicking punching sound was made. Vanessa yelled something and I walked out the front doors to walk around outside and get fresh air.