Taming The Wild Ones

Chapter Twenty-One: Beneath The Hard Candy

Colton's POV

When I first got here, I wanted to be far away. The idea of rescuing some lost werewolf that my parents abandoned made me want cry. The air was hot and dry and the people in this town seemed to be made of paper. I could have been back at home, getting my first experience in running the pack, girls flocking my sides at school and plenty of forest and beach. Instead, I stood in blistering heat watching a few girls play soccer. Mindnumbingly boring.

Then I met her.

The moment the blonde stepped on the field, my world flipped upside down and I went dizzy. She grinned rascally, her eyes sweeping the field with a devil-may-care look in her eyes that made me want to see what she saw. She was outstandingly beautiful. My heart wanted to climb up my throat and then drop down to my feet at rocket speed. She shook her hair and lick her lips. The entire world seemed brighter around her and I certainly wasn't the only to notice. She had our attention. She was a thunder's roar. She was my mate.

And then I got to know her.

She drove me crazy. That grin of hers meant only trouble. It found her as if she was the air and breathe of life. She was gloriously mad but she was alive. She was bold and vociferous and never once cared what anyone thought. She was life itself; an addictive, never-ending rush, a rollercoaster to the moon and beyond. My mate, her thoughts were out there and honest and not once has she back down. She was lightening. She had the most amazing life, she wrapped her spirit around me but she didn't need or want me. That much was clear.

My first day at this school, the day after I met her, she gritted her teeth in annoyance at me. She wanted me gone, I was this massive complication now in her life, one she didn't need. But I couldn't stay away. How can you, from such a magnificient and beautifully terrifying person? She clearly told me: Whether you leave or not, I'll be making your life here hell.

And she delivered.

You see, the thing is, she is Haley Williams. She was an enigma, a trailblazer. An untamed animal. If you caught her, she ran. You watched from a distance, you studied her and breathed her in. And even if you spent years watching her being her, you would never know all that laid beneath the hard candy. She would tease, please and change you. And at sometime you're gonna reach out, forgeting her untameable nature, and try to touch her, to be with her. And the moment you do that, she'll disappear like mist between your fingers. Forever.

And I hate her. I hate her. I hate, hate her. I hate her because she made me believe and then disappeared. I hate her because I love her because she was Haley Williams.

I love Haley Williams. But she's can't love me back.

It drops. The moment I push through the crowd into the bathroom, my heart sinks and I stop breathing. All air around me gets sucked way and I'm gasping heavily.

Red. Red blood pools around her, spiling out so fast my head starts spinning. I want to make it stop. Her heart needs to beat faster, slower. It needs to beat.

Haley cannot die.

I'm frozen solid, seeing life escape her, tearing me apart slowly. I'm made of stone, the ground swallows me whole. Her eyes catch mine for a second and she smiles. Her smile still makes my heart jump.

"My bastard." she whispers.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

"No." Someone screams, I do. That moment her heart stopped, I went deaf, blind and numb.

"No," I whispered. My knees hit the ground and my chest ached. It hurts. It hurt like hell. Someone had drove a hammer through my chest and tore out my heart. "No."