A Wolf's Tale

7

"Damn, you're even worse than I expected." she mumbles. She doesn't take her eyes off of me. I don't take my eyes off of her either.

Kendall? This can't be real. I'm dreaming... I'm hallucinating from the lack of sleep... the lack of anything good for me.

The gun slips from my fingertips, the barrel bounces on the floor. My eyes fall to the gun then back to her. She stands in a long dress she calls a 'maxi dress'.

"Jake, are you alright? Your wrists..." Kendall asks while grabbing towels for me to wrap my wrists in.

"Kendall?" I question. She rolls her eyes. I can't believe this. Is she actually here? Am I dreaming?

"I come here against my better judgement to talk to you about the baby and all you can say is 'Kendall'? What is up with the wet dog smell in here?! God damn Jake, get a can of Febreze would you!"

"How... how are you alive? I was... I was there, you... you died." I slowly back up and sit on my bed in shock.

"Yeah? Well it didn't stick... I forgot about the whole undead spiel." She replies with an eye roll. "Are you just going to sit there with that stupid look on your face or are we going to talk about our child?" She snaps, looking down at her stomach. Her teal dress hugs her body, revealing a very small bump.

"Ken, we lost the baby, you miscarried." I reply with tears in my eyes. She slumps down on the bed next to me.

"I... what? I couldn't have, it had half of my DNA and half of yours. My undead DNA and your healing properties should've carried over... I... I don't understand..." She stutters.

"The baby was only a few weeks old, even if it did survive, it wouldn't have had a high chance because of it being so small." I reply.

"You know, maybe that's okay that I miscarried... I didn't want a child, especially not with you... it's better this way, you know? Thank God, am I right?" She stutters, tears form in her eyes.

Her eyes fix to the floor as tears roll down her blush cheeks. She slowly wipes them with her index knuckle.

I lean over and pull her in for a hug. She slightly cowers at my touch but slowly melts into my grasp. Her forearms snake around my arms.

I'm so glad I can hold her slightly warm body in my arms again. I don't even care that she still hates me, she's alive and well.

"I knew it was a mistake sleeping with you and apparently God thought so too." She mumbles into my arm.

"How could you say that? Ken, you died and lost a baby... God gave us that baby because he thought we could handle it," I pause and get up off the bed. "you've always wanted kids, when we finally have one, you kill not only yourself, but the baby too. How selfish can you be?" I explain, pacing the floor. Her jaw slightly drops.

"Excuse me?!" She exclaims.

Shit, what did I just say? I didn't mean it. Oh God help me.

"Wait, Kendall... I didn't mean that. I just meant that we could've made this work. That's why I went to your house. I wanted to talk about how I was willing to be involved in the baby's life despite our... situation." I explain.

"Our situation isn't a concern anymore so you can just stay out of my life. I can tell you've already moved on so I'll just stay out of your way." She retorts.

"Okay fine, be that way. Maybe it's better that we are apart." I reply.

"It is." She mumbles. She gets up off the bed and walks out of my room.

For some reason, it hurts even worse now than it did when I thought she was dead. I guess the pain of knowing she still doesn't want to be together hurts worse than knowing she died.

Now she can get on with her life and I can get back to my life with Sierra.

Sierra approaches my bedroom door, politely smiling.

"I'm sorry it didn't go well..." she mumbles. She slowly sits down next to me on my bed.

"It's okay, hey, you wanna go for a dip in the pool?" I ask, sitting up.

She smiles once more and nods. She walks out of my room and to hers, grabbing her bikini and walking to the bathroom.

After we have both changed, we meet in the hallway to walk downstairs hand-in-hand since accidentally telling the Pack that we are dating.

"Well you move on quickly." Kyle snaps.

"I'm trying to cheer him up, there's nothing wrong with that."

Yeah if her idea of cheering me up is putting a skimpy bikini on and making me go swimming, she's absolutely right. At least for now while the alcohol is still in my system.

Nothing has happened between us and it won't until I'm ready.