The Fine Line Between Hate & Love (Being re-written)

Chapter Two

Please just hang on till the next chapter. It when all the exciting things are going to start!

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Dylan's P.O.V

Mark crosses his arms across his chest, his dark brown eyes glaring into mine. "Is there a reason we pulled back?" His words were tight, harsh, but respectful to my position. "We would of have had the advantage."

I tell him simple, "Because."

Anger flares behind his eyes, "There defenses were down, they were in a moment of weakness. We would have dominated completely."

Mark start pacing, "Dylan." He says calmly, "You're my best friend... I didn't kill the their Beta just to gain a fucking title. I did so we could find it. Find what we've been working to find for years."

I fold my arms, leading back into my desk chair. "Allyson Night."

Mark gives me a look, "Emma Night's younger sister?"

I nod, "She's the reason."

"A girl?" He asks.

I nod.

"You didn't attack because of some girl." He states, saying it like he was, seeing if it felt right.

Which, of course, it didn't.

You see

. We live in a world were mates are beyond endangered, almost to extinct.

Punishment.

From our own Goddess.

Rejection, were happening far to often.

They angered her, up till the point were she took the gift, that was a mate, away from us.

Mates were rare. Border lining, if not on, the line of impossible.

"You didn't attack because of a crush?" He asks in disbelief. "Dude, you've killed children, mothers. And a single crush made you retreat from our position?"

"She's not a crush, she my mate." He look up at him, meeting his brown eyes.

"Dylan... You know mates are-

"I know." I nod, "You know I'd never let a single person get in my way, if I say she's my mate. I mean it."

Mark nods, still not convinced, "You're sure."

"Yes."

My eyes move to my cell vibrating against the desk where it had been laying.

Allyson flashed on the screen.

"That her?" Mark uncrosses his arm. Generally interested.

I grab the phone nodding.

I press ignore, setting it back on the desk. Raking my fingers through my hair. "After Emma's death, she was chosen to be the next best fit for pack warrior. Which means she's strong. They wouldn't just choose any random person."

"You don't want her to get hurt?" Mark shakes his head, "Are you willing to give up what we've been doing for our entire lives?"

"No." My answer comes out, no thought needed.

"Good."

The phone screen lights up again, her name flashing across the screen. "Tomorrow, midnight. We go." I tell Mark, "Kill anyone who gets in our way, who even looks our way."