𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

Eighteen.

Chapter 18:
Weak Blooded

In the blanket of the night, Hunter trudged through the dirt and leaves mindlessly—well, she was thinking. She knew exactly where she was going but she wasn't confident in her decision.

The reservation was not too far from where she was previously but walking at a normal human pace was troubling. She looked like a zombie. Blood covered her still and she moved with a limp that made her wince everytime.

It wasn't her fault that she was like this, it was her mother's words that twisted their way into her head relentlessly. They were sharp and demanding, and that alone angered her to no end.

If Hunter could, she would've ripped her mother's head off, but she was only a ghost, a moving picture inside her mind.

Seeing the reservation's grass made her freeze, she should've gone home and cleaned up a bit. Showing up like the mess she was would only prove to them that she hasn't changed at all.

But it was too late.

She could see the pack from where she stood. They laughed loudly and tossed one another around as usual. It made her feel a bit better to know that they were safe, safer than they were with her around.

But there was only one person she couldn't see, the only person she came to see, Sam. He wasn't with them. The hair at the nape of her neck brushed in the breeze and she shivered.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was low yet soft all at once. He didn't sound angry to find her there and that made Hunter a bit more confident. She turned and faced him, his eyebrows raising at the sight of the blood.

"It's animal blood." She mumbled, rubbing her palms on her jeans. Sam just stared at her with unreadable eyes. He couldn't care less about her actions, he just wanted to understand why she was here.

The saliva she swallowed traveled down her dry throat and she shuffled awkwardly, "I actually came to see you."

Sam huffed, "Why the hell would you do that?"

"I don't want to walk around with this thing on my arm forever." She bit back, finding it hard to contain her frustration.

Owls hooted in the distance and the crickets played their songs loudly close by, but the loudest sound was the silence that laid between them. He towered over her with a glare on his face. For some reason, she was expecting a fight or even an argument.

"There's no getting rid of that." Sam finally spoke. Hunter felt like a fool.

If she could throw up all over again, she would. "What do you mean? You did this, can't you- I don't know, undo it?"

Sam sighed. He had no idea that the scar would stay there. He's never seen anything like it. "I'm sorry Hunter but I can't help you."

He moved to walk around her but her bloody hand slapped against his chest. Low growls escaped his throat but she wasn't afraid. "You haven't even tried."