The White Wolf

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Kendra, he’s a werewolf you have to believe me. I’m his mate.” I said; Kendra was refusing to believe me and my head was pounding the more I thought about it. Why wasn’t I a werewolf? Did I have to wait until my birthday? Where were my pack and my alpha? “Damn it, I don’t understand why I’m not a werewolf.”

“Werewolves aren’t real, Haven. They don’t exist okay? I know we have that possibility list, I mean half of the jocks are on it, but that doesn’t mean that most of them are werewolves…” She looked at me, her gorgeous red hair curled and swept to the side in a ponytail as she painted. “Besides, if he was your mate, he would have taken you home and made you a pregnant teen. I didn’t see him doing that, and he sure as hell didn’t show any interest in you, if anything he just looked pissed and I haven’t seen him all day.”

“You know,” I said, pulling my brush from the canvas I had been painting on. “If he weren’t a werewolf then I would have grabbed his hand. The guy shoved me, since when do I not hit people who shove me?”

“I’m just saying that I think you’re wrong. He isn’t a werewolf, just a guy with anger issues, kind of like you.” She said shaking her head as she leaned into get a better look at the flower petal she was working on. “Only he’s a guy, and no offence but he’s hotter.”

I stared at her with mock pain and batted my eye lashes. “That’s just cold…” Kendra began to laugh at me. “Stop it,” I whined. “If anything I am way hotter than him. You don’t even know his name! For all we know he’s gay.” I said matter-of-factly.

“I’m gay?” I jumped at the sound of his deep voice behind me, causing my brush to smear a green line along the blue water that surrounded my boat.

I dared to keep my eyes focused on my painting, afraid to face him. “Hi,” I glanced at Kendra as she turned to look at what was mine. An odd sensation of anger flurried through me and I bit my tongue as I snapped my head back to the painting. “I’m Kendra,”

“We need to talk,” He said, and I held my breath. “Right now, it won’t take long unless you want it to.”

“I’m willing to be with you for a long time,” Kendra giggled and I jumped up drawing a green line on her canvas with my paint brush. Kendra turned to look at me with shook across her face and I slapped her as hard as I could, the paint on my hand marking her cheeks.

“He’s mine,” I said, my teeth grinding and my body shaking. I stood there staring at her, before I realized what I had done. “Oh my God, Kay…” I reached for her face but she shoved my hands away. “I’m so sorry, I told you what was happening…I-I…I wasn’t lying…”

“Just don’t talk to me for a while,” Kendra stood up to leave, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll call you tonight…don’t call me first.”

I watched Kendra walk away and I dropped the brush. I ruined her painting, and I slapped my best friend…who was I now? I heard a chuckle beside me and I glared at his different colored eyes. “Are you blind or something? What the hell is wrong with your eyes?” He smirked as I asked, but gave no reply. I picked up my bag and tossed it over my shoulder. “Stay away from me; I can’t have you doing things like this to me. I change my mind, I don’t want you and I don’t want a mate this is ridiculous.”

“Haven, we need to talk.” He said grabbing my hand. I jerked away with a glare and began to walk again. “Listen…there are other werewolves here and whether you like it or not…they will all know that you have a mate.”

“I know!” I said throwing my hands up, and turning to face him. “I read it in the books!”

“Books…” He repeated with a smirk as he looked me over, his eyes searching my body and I fought back a shiver. “Books by idiots who make it sound like werewolves are fun and sexy?” He said taking a step towards me mockingly. “Do you seriously believe that they know what it’s like to be me?”

“I do and you better stay away from me,” I said

“Do you know what they call me, Haven?” He asked, I glanced at the ground afraid to answer, but as I looked up her stood in front of me. I sucked in a breath, shocked. His finger landed on my lips as he leaned towards my ear. “I’m known as the Insidious Wolf, they think I come from evil; that I was really born from the pits of hell. Some people say I’m a Hell Hound, others…the Black Wolf.”

I shivered as his hand slid down my cheek. “I know what a Hell Hound is…”

“Well that’s what I am; only I’m half human.” He pulled away slightly. “One eye is black and one eye is blue.” He pointed at his bright blue eye. “This is the average human and werewolf side,” He pointed to his almost black eye and smirked. “This is the deadly, Hell Hound side.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked jerking away.

“Because I’m not meant to have a mate,” he said grabbing my arm tightly. “I’m rogue, I left the Hell Hounds, but now I have a mate. I have a lot of enemies, Haven. People want me dead, and when they find out that you are the only weakness I have, then you’ll die.”

“Shut-up,”

“You need to hear me,” He said pressing on. “You can’t keep telling people I’m your mate. If you stay away, if you reject me…they might not find out because you’re-”

“Shut-up,”

“You shut-up, listen to me! They don’t all know that I’m a Hell Hound here, so for now you’re safe; but sooner or later…they will come here to get me. You aren’t safe until you reject me, you have to reject me and never make contact with me every again.” He rubbed my arm with his thumb softly, almost as if to tell me that I was going to be fine. “I need you to reject me, Haven.”

“SHUT-UP!” I screamed, shoving him away. “I can’t do it, I’m not a werewolf. I don’t know how, I don’t understand! I just wished for this stuff to be true I never thought it would be…so quite telling me what to do…”

“Haven, you have to reject me because I can’t reject you…I can’t.” He looked at me, his eyes glassy. “Listen to me, please.”

“I can’t listen to this anymore,” I said, turning away from him. “This is crazy, you aren’t real!” I said focusing on denying him, focusing on the fact that he’s made my brain go from averagely insane to out of this world, gone. That I don’t know his name and that he is breaking me.

“No you don’t understand what you are,” He said I walked away. I closed my eyes, trying to tune him out. Where was my music when I needed it most? “You don’t understand, Haven. You are rare; you are the last of your kind! Please!”

“Just leave me alone,” I said shakily…they weren’t real…he’s not real…