Of Wolves And Wildflowers

Chapter 12 Home?

A/N: This chapter switches POV so watch for the markers. Also this one gets a bit intense. 

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I was taught all my life, to fear and hate the pack on the other side of the river. I never asked why. I never questioned my father until I was old enough to understand things weren't quite right, and just couple weeks ago, I woke up on the other side of the river, in Killian's house where I was at the time held against my will, and mocked for being Arthur's daughter. Days after that, Fate the funny little devil she is decided that Killian and I were to be mates and I began developing feelings for a man I was sworn to hate.

On top of all of that, I always just kind of pictured myself doing my own thing. I never saw anyone else in the picture. Until now, and even now it was still hard to see. Why would he even want me? How do two people who just days ago despised each other suddenly become mates? My father always told me, that choosing a mate was part of my duties to the pack and I always wondered how the hell I was just supposed to randomly pick someone, but now I realized it never was a choice, not mine, not his to make. It was something completely out of our hands.

I felt awful. I couldn't just let Killian believe I didn't remember, I had to explain and pray to any God that would listen that he wouldn't be angry. I walked into the den where the little ones were sitting by the fire all rosy cheeked from being out in the cold. Nicholas the little pup I had saved turned to look when I entered the room and gave me a big smile that turned my heart to mush. I looked to Robin who was sitting on a couch in the den with Will, and Michael.

"Have you seen Killian?" I asked.

"Hes outside." Will replied.

"Thank you." I said and nodded and walked towards the door.

"Maybe don't go out there." Robin said. "Or at least be cautious when you do, he's a bit ax happy right now."

Ax happy? Alright then.

I raised my eyebrow and shrugged my shoulders before walking out the door. Fighting the childish urge to jump off the porch into the pile of snow on the side of it, I walked down the steps, minding the slick one at the bottom and followed the sounds of grunting, and chopping to the back of the house where Killian was swinging an ax chopping firewood. I dodged a chunk of wood as it flew by me.

So this is Ax happy?

"Now, I don't know much about chopping firewood, but I don't think it's supposed to go quite like this." I said. He didn't even acknowledge me, he just tossed the bits of wood into a pile and went to get another log.

"Killian.. I was kind of hoping I could talk to you about something." I said.

"I'm busy." He replied, still refusing to even look at me.

"Well.. I can see that, but..maybe take a break?"

"Go inside." He scoffed.

"I just wanted to talk about last night." I said sheepishly and flinched as he swung the ax.

"Oh, do we remember now?" He sneered.

He knew, there was no way he didn't or he wouldn't be acting this way.

"So you heard me speaking with Sabine?" I asked.

"Aye." He shrugged and finally he looked at me, his blue eyes were intimidating, and cold. I swallowed thickly.