The Chosen One (Book 2)

«Chapter 17»

~Lola's POV~

Dear Diary:

I haven't wrote in a while and I'm sorry.

We visited this weird lady and she told us how to stop Oliver and the sex of our baby.

Maddi and Evan aren't mates. In fact, Evan has a fiancè named Amber. I don't know about her, but I can't judge the woman I've never met.

Me and Chase are heading back now to the pack, but I wanted to stop and write in my diary.

I am a little old for diaries though :)

Keep you updated on other stuff.

I place the diary in my bag and continue walking through the woods.

I look over to see Chase, in his world form, staring at me.

What?

Nothing, you're just beautiful.

Oh hush!

I stop and transform into my wolf.

Wanna run?

I have a bag in my mouth!

So?

Alright!

Running through the woods, me and Chase collide bodies and tumble to the ground.

He claws at me playfully and I claw back.

I love you.

I love you too

Let's get back to the pack, I want to tell the people what we discovered.

Ok, dear.

Once we made it back, the pack was waiting for us.

Maddi was in the middle, transformed.

I smile.

I missed you, Lola.

I've been gone 2 days, haha.

Still, I understand now how much pressure and stress is put on your shoulders.

It's nothing compared to what I have to put up with you!

Hey!

I'm kidding! A little.

She rolls her eyes.

Amber approaches me and Maddi looks away. I can sense how uncomfortable and disgusted she is by breathing in one hint of Amber's scent mixed with mine.

"Hi, I'm Amber," She introduces herself.

"Hi, I'm Lola."

"I'm so happy for you and Carl," She shakes my hand.

"It's Chase," Maddi corrected while hugging me.

"My apologies."

"Umm," Evan looks at Maddi, but looks away after she rolls her eyes in annoyance by his presence, "Can we talk, Maddi. Just us?"

"I'd rather not. Some people can just appear out of nowhere and ruin the little things," She looks at Amber and Amber doesn't seem it to get the hint, but I do.

Evan looks down feeling bad.
I nudge Maddi and she nudges me back.

Go.

Why should I? People like Ms. Blondie over here will just get in the way!

I can't respond because she walks away, eager to drop out of this conversation.