Run

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(IMPORTANT A/N):

To clear up things, every time Alex 'tells' Andrea her flashbacks, it's him unblocking pieces of memories, from her brain, and she relives them in her mind.

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"I don't get it. How is this information going to help me?" I scratch my head.

He sighs loudly. "Does the boy look familiar to you?"

I thought about it. That boy, the one that urged me to follow him. He had really beautiful eyes. If he were older I would... I gasp, looking at Alex. Is that boy the one that i've been haunted by the whole time? Duh, I tell myself. For many nights I have slept very late or woken up in the middle of the night because I can't stop thinking about him.

"Have you heard about mates?"

"Amigos?" I suggested.

"Soulmates." He emphasises on the word 'soul'. "Werewolves have mates who are destined to be together, persisting even after death. They cannot fight the pull."

Skeptical, I cross my arms. Mates? I will chose who I want to love.

Of course you have that mentality now. You've grown up in human society.

What's that supposed to mean?

Your mates will be your perfect half. The tough act you're playing, will be gone as soon as you're within 5 inches of him. My wolf yips at the back of my mind in agreement. She definitely seems happy about that.

"Wait. That guy is my mate?" I question. "How do you know that anyway? Is is some witch thing again?"

"It's fairly obvious when the two are in the same room. I just notice the signs and make conclusions. There is a lot of control you can have if you can turn into their true love." His eyes glistened abit as he says those last words. I stop myself from shuddering at how wrong that is.

Something i've learnt about  Alex is that although Alex is helping my mother take care of me, he definitely isn't a good person. And he doesn't claim to be. I'm not even sure if his frequent mood swings is a cause or effect of that.

"So... i've been with him before when you were there?"

"Bingo. The poor boy followed you around like a lovesick pup. Imagine how hard it was for me to take that memory away from him."

"That memory, show me." I ask. I want to see it. I want him to show me the part he was recallimg to me.

"Not a good idea. You won't be able to handle watching it now without shifting."

"Why not?"

I notice his nostrils flare ever so slightly. He definitely looks a bit disturbed.

"Well, it isn't the fondest of memories."