My Forbidden Love *New Addition*

Chapter 1

Wow. Its the only thing I can I can think. It has been four years already? Everything looks the same from where I stand on the sidewalk. If I squint hard enough I think I can see a little bit of the white paint peeling. But that is the only difference. I take a deep breath before walking up the steps, counting them as I go, trying to delay the inevitable. The door opens to soon.

"Sage! Its so good to have you home!" My mother stands in the open door way looking at me. She runs to me enveloping me in a bear hug, that is way to tight. I know she can tell I'm uncomfortable, I'm too tense. I also am not hugging her back, my arms stay limp by my side, but she pretends not to notice. I don't know if that's for my benefit or her own.

"Come now, sweetie. Everyone else is out back." When she turns around I swear I could see tears shining in her big blue eyes. I follow making sure not to look around as we walk to the patio door. It's not that I don't want to look. If I look at how happy everyone was when I left that would make me get upset. I just don't know if I would be mad or sad, and that is what worries me. I don't need to lose control at a time like this. This is my first impression to them and it needs to go well. They need to see that they can trust me, that I have changed.

There is this sinking feeling in my stomach as my mother slide open the glass door. My father looks up at me with a wide smile, one that makes me feel like I never left, one that makes me feel like I am still his little girl. He doesn't move to get up which I am grateful for. It isn't until I look at my mom that I know something is wrong. But before I can ask I hear the door sliding open again.

It happens so fast my brain doesn't give my body time to react. My stomach is doing flips, and my palms at sweating profusely, as a his familiar scent wraps around me. My wolf is howling, begging me to turn around, to run to him. I wont! I wont ever be with him. Even if it does kill me being this close and not reaching out towards him. Not holding him when that's all I want to do. What can I do to get away from him without being obvious and rude. To late now, I guess.

Tingles spread down my arms to my hands all from the him just barely touching my shoulders. He spins me around to face him and all I want to do is scream for help. Everything inside me is fighting and it feels like I'm being torn apart from the struggle. He is smiling so brightly at me that I could just melt into a puddle of happiness, but it's what, or should I say who is behind him that helps me make my decision to stay strong and stoic. She is a beautiful blonde with striking jade green eyes. I am extremely surprised to see such pretty eyes that look so cold. She is glaring at me, or more specifically, at where Josh's hands are still on my arms. The look in those eyes tells me everything I need to know, and everything I don't. She loves him, I wonder if he feels the same? Of course he does, why else would he bring her here? She is here to stake her claim, to prove he is hers and not mine.

"This can't possibly be my little sister." Josh says while pulling me into a hug. Let me tell you, I have never done something so hard as I did pulling out of his arms. Out of an embrace I wish could last forever. Even though it was a quick hug, I felt safe and protected. I felt like the whole world could go to hell and we would be fine so long as we stayed In that embrace. I felt like I could be me and not worry in his arms. It felt like freedom and home in his arms. I wish I would stay there till the end of time but I know better. I know even thinking this isn't right and I know I need to get as far away from him as I can, or I might do something I regret.

"This is she." I say with my pointer finger pressed against my chest, pointing at myself. I look at my parents trying to hide the feelings I know they can see in my eyes. The feelings of longing and love that I am not aloud to feel. " I need to go lie down, if you don't mind. It was a very long trip and I'm exhausted and jetlagged." I sneak one last glance at Josh. He hasn't changed a bit. Same brown hair styled in a short cut, same dazzling green eyes. Maybe he has changed a little, I think he has gotten taller and a little more muscular, but I refuse to keep staring to find out if I am right.