Fated

Chapter 8

As soon as he got home he let out a ferocious growl. How dare he do that to their mate! He’d hurt her enough! He didn’t need to say that, he should’ve kept walking. He should’ve never stopped, but as soon as she said those words. His whole body had felt enlightened, like a giant burden had been lifted off his shoulders. But when she said she wasn’t afraid of him, his wolf just stepped up. He had fought his wolf, he had threatened, but his wolf was strong hearted and he didn’t listen. He saw the flattened face of his mate, he felt her raw emotions as if they were his own. Mostly because they were. He felt completely and utterly hurt, hurt that his wolf said such hurtful things, hurt that his wolf rejected her without even asking him, hurt that his mate was hurt... Now he was sure that her mother had swooped in and helped her pup, he was sure that now she wanted to kill him, he was sure that the pack would call a meeting, and he would get his ass handed to him. It was just a matter of when.

               Her breathing had stopped for the shortest period of time, and one tear pricked her eye. She couldn’t be pregnant! She hadn’t had sex with anyone... besides... fuck! That bastard got her pregnant, then rejected her! In front of the whole fucking restaurant! Slowly her body came back to her, the pain receded and her head cleared up. She sat up slowly, taking her father by surprise and stopping her mother from pacing, and growled.

“I’m gonna kill him.” She growled and moved her toes, making sure she could move them before jumping off the bed.

“Whoa, what just happened. How are you-“ Her mom tried to ask but she was cut off when Molly opened the grey door that lead her to a hallway with 4 other doors.

“No time for questions. I’m gonna go kill that son of  a bitch for knocking me up, then I’m gonna bring him back to life. Just to kill him again for denying me my right, in front of everyone no less!” She ranted while going down the wooden stairs. She was still dressed in her black tank top and black skinny jeans. She opened the front door to see that they were secluded in a forest. She didn’t even know South Carolina had forests! She looked left and right, she could hear water somewhere, so there had to be a river somewhere.

“Molly think of what you’re doing!” Her father yelled after her and she took a step outside.

“I’ve thought about it, I’ve lived it out, I’m doing it!” She yelled back at him and took a sniff. The clean crisp air gave her a whiff of earth, water, and something... unidentifiable. Something... Familiar. Mate. Something whispered in her brain and her eyes widened. She took a step to the right and the smell intensified a little, just a little and she gave a cynical little smile. Thank god for werewolf senses, without them she would not be a happy camper. She took off running, her hair flapped in the breeze. She didn’t know how far away she was from the city, how far away she was from him but she knew that running felt great. The stress on her joints made her smile and laugh, the cool forest air feeling great against her heated skin. Her heart beat faster, but she never felt out of breath. She just kept running until the smell of gas hit her nose and she skidded to a stop. More smells assaulted her nose, like the smell of burning rubber, the smell of coffee. Civilization. Ohh! That’s what that was. She smiled and ran to the other side of the trees. Her feet hit the gravel and she set out running faster, she was on the edge of town, if she could just push herself a little harder she would make it to Carly’s before the sun went down.

               He could feel someone’s wolf being awoken. He could feel their inner wolf stretching and waking up. Only problem was, there shouldn’t have been any wolves being awoken. All the teenagers had had their first shift, and the last he checked there wasn’t any rogues. Unless... But no, that was impossible. She was a half- breed and he was pretty sure half- breeds didn’t shift. His wolf growled at the thought of rogues, and Thomas rolled his eyes. He didn’t like the thought of rogues, but didn’t care about whether or not his mate was Ok. He watched the sunset through the mirror and his brow furrowed, the wolf was getting closer but it stopped. He’d better go and investigate, for the safety of the pack.