I hate being alone...but I'm afraid to get too close.

Chapter 3 Bitter-sweet Friendships

Wolf's pov

Goddammned Jordan. I knew her face looked familiar, Vixen. That's her brother, and she's his sister. And now he's dead. Stars above, someone killed him. I hope Kyle has better judgement, if he knew Jordan like I knew him, he wouldn't pass her over to Jael.

I sighed. Soon as I was done thinking, I dragged him to the curb, and called the police. By the time I was back in the not-so-abandoned warehouse, I heard the wailing of sirens. I walked up to the room Violet and I was sharing and knocked on the door. There was an soft "Come in." When I saw she was tugging an shirt over her head I hastily stepped back out, blushing terribly. " Wolf, you're fine," she said. I hesitantly stepped in, closing the door shut behind me.

She had black ripped skinny jeans that showed off the curves from her hips and thighs. She wore an black thermal. Her weapons belt hung on a hook on the wall. Then my eyes reached her face. My eyes got caught in hers. I quickly looked away, clearing my throat.

"Anything new?" Violet said. I shook my head. She sighed in frustration, and flopped backwards on the mattress. She curled up in a ball. I sat down beside her, I didn't know how to grieve for someone I didn't know. "I need to get some fresh air, alone. " Violet said walking towards the door. I let her. This all my fault.

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Vixen's pov

I had the weirdest dream, I killed my brother I haven't seen since I was 4. I got shot and some fine ass man helped me and we...kissed? I opened my eyes. Someone had their arms around me, cuddling me to death. I slowly slipped out of their grasp. I stood up, then immediately regretted it. Pain shot up my leg. I grasped the side of the bed. I got shot in my leg?! I slowly stood up, this time putting most my weight on my left left leg. The man in the bed rolled over, wrapping his arms around himself and mumbled something. He didn't wake up though.

He wore no shirt, I felt my eyes widen. He had scratches all over his torso even down his abs. Though they were scars, they still looked pretty bad. I found them sexy as hell. I struggled to keep from drooling. He had an honey colored complexion , dark brown hair that stuck up in every direction, an jaw line so sharp you could cut with it. He wasn't cute- He was gorgeous. I didn't even realize that I was leaning towards him until one of his eyes opened startling emerald green eyes stared at me. He smiled. Even his smile was sexy.

"Good morning. How's your leg?" He asked voice still husky from sleep. I struggling to keep myself from getting aroused. I leaned back. "Fine, hurts to walk on but I'll be fine." I said, standing as straight as I possibly can. "Where am I ? " I asked. He frowned. "My apartment, don't you remember?" He said, sitting up. "I mean I do, but I don't remember how I got here. Did we... kiss?" I said. His face changed expression, blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, we did..." he answered. Kyle, that's what his name is. I tried to move towards the bedroom, but I used the wrong foot. Before I could hit the floor, he caught me,sent shocks through my body. His face was inches from mines. There was an awkward silence.

"You should let the leg heal, before you know, actually trying to walk." He whispered. I made a face. He laughed.

He picked me up and laid me down on the mattress. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "Not really, but get me some fries." I lied, knowing full and well my ass was starving. I can't help it. I'm always hungry. Now it was Kyle's turn to make a face. I laughed. "You haven't been on earth very long have you? So it looks like I've got some work to do." I grinned. Kyle grinned back.

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Violet's pov

Since I came here, the pack members treated me like an ruler, an queen, a Luna. I made it to the top of the warehouse roof. I sat on the edge of concrete. I was over looking the city, when I heard an shout. I saw an small girl being chased by an grown man. My vision grew red from anger.