Another Day in Paradise

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

Marc

Rubbing my face tiredly, I sighed, before glaring out at the lake. Dakoda just left me with another group of questions. We had been talking almost every day after school all week, even hanging out a few days and working on homework. Ok, so she did some of her homework while I sat and tried talking to her. Either way, I knew she was hurt again. I had felt her pain again, two nights ago. Yesterday she seemed normal, she talked the same, she walked the same, but she didn't at the same time. Her eyes were sadder, even more tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, telling me of her sleepless nights. Her steps were slower, as if they no longer had purpose. I saw one of the bruises. Just one on her forearm, right above the crook of her elbow. It was a large, black and blue blotch that had my wolf howling inside my head. There had to be something, some reason, why she wouldn't tell me what was wrong; why she wouldn't tell anyone about how she was getting hurt so much. It just wasn't adding up.

She hadn't brought anything up about the night I had come to her when she was having nightmares. I had taken Cayden's warning seriously, and when I felt Dakoda's fear, I had opened her window to check on her. She had been screaming in her sleep, than she was crying. I knew she remembered it wasn't just a dream anymore. The bracelet was on her wrist now, something my mom had given to me to give to Dakoda. I was sure Dakoda would ask me about it, but she never had. I could see the question in her eyes when she saw me the morning after her nightmares, but she must've been too afraid. Apparently me being there had been a nightmare because it couldn't have been real. What if she knew that it didn't have to be a wishful 'nightmare', but reality? Why did she think life was so horrible? Would she hate me if she knew I had actually been there that night? Would she even care?

I'm tired of waiting Marc, I want to tell he that she's ours. My wolf sighed, sounding tired.

'You think I don't?'

I know you do but…

'You don't think I have the guts.' I concluded.

Well it's not exactly…actually yea, that's pretty much it.

'Thanks for sugar coating it.'

Yea, whatever. Besides, if we told her, do you think she might tell us what's wrong?

'No. I don't think we can get her to tell us anything she doesn't want us to know.'

Maybe alpha mom can talk to her…

            My mom had come home, finally. I introduced her to Dakoda, but beforehand only told her she knew about werewolves, not the whole 'mate' thing. My mom seemed older now, the lines on her face more visible. She seemed tired. More than that even. Exhausted. My dad hadn't treated her well at all. Just thinking about him made my blood boil. He threatened me. My mate. My friends. My family. My pack. I was sick of him. I was sick of waiting to challenge him. I was sick of letting him mock me.

My hands were itching with the need to punch something. Maybe I could get into a fight. That actually sounded good.

            "Get up." Someone spat at my feet. My gaze slowly swiveled to a beefy human, probably about 5'11, with big meaty fists and a chubby face. A group of his friends, snickering behind him, were watching. Maybe the fight would come to me.

I could take him.

            "I'm actually quite comfortable sitting." I told the guy, tossing my arm over the back of the bench I was sitting on.

            "Excuse me?" The piggish face asked, his tone low and wanna-be-threatening.

            "You're excused." I sighed. "Now get." I told him, making a shooing motion. "You're ruining the view."