Rogue (Lesbian Story)

Repeating history

Havana's P.O.V.

"What the hell do you mean 'only time will tell'?" Anger radiates from my pores, filling the room with it's venomous presence. "That's my fucking mate lying there, unconscious, and you're telling me that bullshit?"

Her hollow eyes hold no emotion as she stares blankly back at me, internally debating if she wants to answer. Pushing herself off of the railing, she walks past me, not uttering a word, and out the bedroom door, leaving me and my mate behind, stunned.

Something inside of me breaks and I lose it. I lose every part of me that made me human as I let my wolf dominant my entire being. Her bloodlust, growing by the second, devours every ounce of humanity I have, destroying my conviction and leaving anger in it's wake for my body to feed on. My body, moving against my will, sprints out of the door and down the staircase, searching for the source of our pain. Her scent, still fresh in my nose, gets closer and closer and with every step I take, my wolfs anger flares, threatening to burst from within me.

Finally reaching the door, Peyton already awaits my arrival and leans against her car, looking at me with those haunting eyes. Creeping towards her, my mind fills with torturous ways in which I could make her hurt like the way I've been hurting for the last ten days.

Lighting cracks across the sky, storm clouds gathering above the deadly silence. Keeping my gaze on Peyton, I barely notice the three bodies that form a line before her, guarding her. An earth shattering growl erupts from my chest as I continue my advance. Santiago, Claire and Harry stand between me and the person I hate the most. How dare they defy me, their Luna.

Harry.

I stop dead in my tracks. He's back and fine. He's not pale nor is he unconscious but my mate is. That shouldn't be possible. They were both poisoned by the same damn thing, so how is it that he's up and walking while me mate is barely breathing.

She's lying.

There's more to what happened to Sky. There's no way in hell that Harry wore out the effects before she. Just no fucking way. Then what? What is it that she's not telling me. She hurt her more. She's the reason that my Skylar won't or can't wake up. My anger continuously rises as I lock eyes with the devil herself.

Claire steps forward, shaking violently, "Calm do-"

I cute her off, never breaking eye contact, "Don't you dare tell me to calm down. Not after this. Not only are you going against your luna but your siding with the woman who deliberately poisoned your alpha. So don't you dare tell me to calm down."

Flinching from my tone, she shrinks away behind Santiago who instinctively shields her. An ugly snarl forms on his lips as his anger filled eyes bore into my skull. Thunder strikes, encouraging the rain that's pent up inside the cloud to break free.

"You're no better than your father." My heart stops beating as the world stops spinning. Every one of his words shoot into me, leaving a mess up me behind a the wind carries them away. His eyes, still trained on me, soften as he notices the effect his words have on me. The anger that once dominated my wolf and I, quickly evaporates, leaving me stunned.

His words replay in my head, forcing me back ten days ago, right after she disappeared. I was angry. I was angry because I let her get taken but instead of trying to find her, I let my rage out upon them, blaming them for my incompetence. All of my sadness, anger, depression was poured upon them. I blamed them for letting her go. I blamed them for not finding her and Most of all, I blamed them for not hurting as badly as I did. They showed no emotion but, I guess, that was expected of them. I had lost myself, something they couldn't afford to do. They remained resilient, even thought they too wanted to cry and break down from the loss of their leader. We were all lost but I was too blind to see it.

Rain washes over us and my tears, like the rain, finally break free and pour down my face. My head throbs from the memories that have imprinted themselves on the back of my eye lids. I'd been a horrible Luna. My vision, blurred, notices a slim figure advancing towed me, but I don't try to ward them off, I just let them hold on to me. Her embrace was refreshing and the sobs that choked me, finally broke free, joining in with the roar of thunder and lighting.

"She'll be alright." Peyton coos in my ear as her grip around me tightens. "Skylar will be just fine."

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Sitting in the grand back yard of the mansion, hands at my sides supporting the majority of my weight, I watch as the sun sets.

She still hasn't woken.

The warm colors mixed with the warm spring air relaxed my nerves beyond belief. Soothing sounds of birds chirping fill my ears, sending me further away from reality.

She still hasn't woken.

Closing my eyes, I think of her face. I think of the first time we officially met and how sad she had looked an still managed to hold outstanding beauty. Her different color eyes luring me in from the start. I've missed those eyes so damn much.

A rustling of leaves smacks me out of my dream world and back into reality. Springing to my feet, my wolf instincts kick in as I sniff out the air. Kota and Scar are already at my side, searching for the same intruder.

The rustling becomes heavier as the people get closer, their scents, dangerously familiar.

Emerging from the trees are six poorly dress bodies but my heart aches from the sight. Before I can utter a word, Becky sprints towards me, encasing me in a deadly hug.

"Havana!"