Damaged

Chapter 3

When I woke up I was looking up at a white ceiling. I sat up and looked around to realize I was in my room. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a breath. I had almost forgotten how my voice sounded... I looked down at my hands and felt my eyes sting.

I missed my mom so much... The day she died was the day the light inside of me stopped shinning. My dream made no sense though; I was already seventeen and still haven't found my mate. Maybe mom was trying to tell me something.

I shook it off and stood making my way to the bathroom and showering. I washed my hair and after just leaned against the tiled wall. Mate... Mate... My wolf continued to whine and I felt my heart ache. I felt a sudden sadness sweep over me and it wasn't because of my mother... But because the thought of my mate not wanting me came to mind "Sierra are you alright?" Clara asked from behind the door. I quickly washed my face and turned off the shower to assure her I was okay.

I grabbed the towel and dried my hair then body before sliding into a pair of plaid jeans and a plain black t shirt. I walked out and Clara smiled "Come eat." She walked away and I simply walked into my room and looked myself in the mirror.

I brushed my hair before putting it up in a pony tail then made my way down stairs. I was actually really surprised when I saw Marshall Clara and three others sitting at the table. I felt nervous but sat down and swallowed my fears. I hated being around too many people, it made me paranoid.

Clara set my plate in front of me and I nodded her way before looking at the new faces around the table "Sierra these are my friends. These are the beta Ronald and pack member West who fought beside me in battle." Marshall introduced us and I waved at them.

They waved my way and we all began to eat. Everyone was speaking and I just sat there... I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Just a heavy weight in my chest that caused me to feel like I was ready to have a break down; Marshall caught this and gave me a sympathetic expression.

I forced out a smile and stood grabbing my plate and entering the kitchen. I placed the dish in the sink and rubbed my temples "I saw you try to talk." Marshall's voice caught me off guard and I quickly turned "Relax it's just me." He assured leaning against the island counter facing me. I shrugged a shoulder and looked down at my feet "its okay you know. Everyone at that table understands what you're going through." He assured and I looked up at him.

He pulled me into a hug and I let out a relieved breath as I snuggled up to him "Mom wouldn't want this for you Sierra." He suddenly pointed out my heart aching at the mention of her. I stepped back and nodded "If you know then why won't you speak? I miss your voice Sierra." He spoke this time more forcefully... hurt... It was apparent in his voice.

I felt my eyes sting as I lowered my head "Don't talk to her like that Marshall." Clara shot causing me to raise my head and look at her. I shook my head and waved my hand as if to just forget it. Marshall groaned and went to hug me when I walked away. As much as he was right, it wasn't so simple.

It wasn't easy, it's not that I didn't want to I just couldn't. It hurt too much, everything I been holding for two years just feels like slipping out whenever I try to speak. I grabbed my sweater and walked out the back door.