A Tale of Two Opposites (Stryders #3)

Chapter 41- WEST

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When I woke up, Wyatt wasn't sleeping on the futon.

"Wyatt?" I called, wondering where my twin went. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I walked towards the door, to see if at least anyone was there.

When I opened the door, Nicholas stood in front of it, showing me his teeth. "Hello West," Nicholas smiled.

I took one step back, and willed myself to shift. This time, it was going to be different. This time, I would face him head on. Why wasn't I shifting though? Panic seized my entire being.

"Looks like you're not as strong as you think you are," Nicholas took another step towards me. "Looks like I'll have to kill you and your mate."

"WEST!"

Someone was shaking me.

"Wake up!"

Startled, I turned around, sleeping on my stomach because I couldn't put any pressure on my back, and a pair of green eyes stared at me, a face full of concern.

"Wyatt?" I croaked, getting up, but my heart was beating so fast it felt so real. Wyatt glanced down, but I noticed it. "Ah, crap." My claws were out, and I felt my teeth sharpened. I was shifting. In real life.

And my room was a wreck.

"Your magic was going all over the place," Wyatt explained to me, looking tired as I felt. Guilt gnawed on me. Wyatt shouldn't have to worry about me like this. "The loud thunder woke me up. And the objects hitting the wall too."

"Sorry," I told him, trying to calm down Salvatore so I won't shift suddenly nor would my magic go awry. I rubbed my head, willing the dream to disappear. "Bad dream."

Wyatt frowned, the same frown as Dad whenever he was concerned about something serious.

"It's nothing- really." A lie. I don't think I can't get it out of my head for a while. "And you should go back to sleep."

My stomach rumbled.

"Let's eat something. I'll get some food," Wyatt offered.

"It's not like I can't come with you."

Wyatt was staring at me, making me nervous. It's like he knew. Of course he knew. He could probably feel how much pain I was in. Excruciating pain. But I wasn't going to tell him. I needed to withstand it because school was about to start soon, so I needed to get my life together.

He sighed deeply. "West, you can just sit back."

"I don't want to just sit here and do nothing!" I exclaimed, getting annoyed. "That's what I'm doing, Wyatt. I can't even do anything with the rogues because I've gotten beaten up badly. But I need to something. I can do something."

"If you're at full strength," Wyatt narrowed his eyes at me. It's like looking at a mirror of myself, but with the disappointment of my parents looking back at me.

"Just let me stretch out my legs. We can go to the nearest crappy breakfast place." I made it sound like he had an option to say no, but I was getting up and grabbing a plain t shirt. Who cares if I looked like a homeless werewolf. Not like I was going to see Edith to impress her.