My Enemy

Chapter 10

POV - Jayden

I paced back and forth in my room.

Why? Why, why why?!

What is it about her? I can't get her out of my head!

I took of my shoe and threw it at the wall.

I can't believe I actually met up with her! What was I thinking?

Before, she was like a nagging feeling at the back of my head. Now it was like she had taken over my mind, I couldn't think of anything else!

Was it because she was a necromancer? Was my mind telling me to hate her?

But then why did I keep thinking of her sweet smile?

Could it be that I liked her?

Before I could shout down that idea, my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts;

"Jayden, could you come here please? Your father is holding a conference."

And so I went.

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It was one of those usual conferences. One of those where everyone wants to get their way and nobody cares about anyone else's opinion.

The members: My dad, Markus Roswood and alpha of the MoonPaw Pack and Samuel Hadrick, alpha of the BloodMoon Pack.

The topic: The tournament next month, of course.

Basically all that happened was my dad arguing with Alpha Hadrick about where it would be held (territorial stuff) and the two alphas testing out the other alpha's strength (in which they are about even).

I wasn't very interested in that kind of stuff. I was more interested in thinking, or rather, trying not to think about the necromancer.

And then there was something else. James had been acting strangely lately.

James was my best friend, ever since childhood. We'd basically grown up together because he was the beta's son. I knew him better than anyone else.

And I noticed that he hasn't really been himself.

In my group of friends, he's always been the calm, rational one. The one who'd never make a decision without thinking it through and analyzing every possibility.

Now I had seen him making rash decisions, improvising on the spot and giving us excuses for where he'd been. It wasn't that his excuses were unlikely, it was just that he'd never before chosen to do things without us if he'd had the choice.

I don't think anyone else noticed him spending less time with us. Maybe it's just because he's my best friend that I feel his absence so much.

It's very strange though, as if he was hiding something.

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I lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling.

Since the meeting, nothing has happened. All the guys are off carrying out their various duties, except James, who is gone doing I don't know what, because I honestly can't believe he'd willingly go to the library.

I have nothing to do, I'm bored to death.

Outside, the rain comes pelting down from the sky. From here I can smell the wetness of the earth. It's an irresistible call to go on a run, and I have no reason to say no.

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I am running, the rain soaking my fur, trees fly by.

I head towards the lake, at which I usually meet with my friends.

When I get there I am alone. The others are all busy and the clearing looks deserted and lonely with no one playing around, rolling in the mud or causing trouble.

The surface of the lake is filled with bumps and ripples, but I can still see my reflection.

The edges are blurred and details are hard to make out. The colors look washed, as if the surrounding grey blanket of clouds has stolen all color, all life.

Hah, I wonder what my necromancer would think of that.

And again, my thoughts wander back to Elle. Even here, in the heart of my territory, she still finds a way to haunt me. (no pun intended)

My walk back to the house is slow and thoughtful. My head is filled with thoughts of her.

I wonder why I keep thinking of her, why, ever since that first night at the club, she has filled my head.

Is something wrong with me?

Of course something's wrong with me! I am meeting with a Necromancer in secret!

But then, I remember her smiling and rolling her eyes when she thought I wasn't looking.

Could someone like that really be a necromancer? Hadn't I always been taut that necromancers were evil, soulless?

Elle wasn't soulless; she was the most caring person I had ever met.

But you can't meet with her. It's against all the pack's rules.

But did I want to meet her?

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By this time I was back at the house. Quietly, my paws making soft thudding sounds on the floor, I crept to my room.

My feelings were still messed up from my internal debate on the way back.

But one question rose up from the mess; did I want to see her again?

But even as I thought about it, the answer became clear to me.

Yes. Yes, I did want to see her again, and no pack rules would stop me.

My decision made, I pulled out my phone and started texting.

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