Fine Line ( under construction)

Chapter Seven

We rode back in complete silence, the only noise being the howling of the wind around us.

The tension in the open air was almost palpable, as the sun dropped below the horizon and everything went dark around us.

Walker had a clenched jaw since we left the beach, and I could tell he was thinking about something really hard.

I decided to keep silent as well, not knowing what to say and also not wanting to talk to him.

I understood that he never wanted me as a mate, and that he would be marrying Francine soon.

However, that didn't mean he needed to be so harsh with his comments.

He opened his mouth, glancing towards me, before slamming his jaw shut.

I roll my eyes, leaning my head against the back of the seat.

The wind had mostly dried my hair, and now it fell in wild waves down my shoulders.

When the car stopped in the parking lot of my pack, I hoped out and sped to my room without a single glance back.

"Conditioning at 6 a.m." He calls after me, the sound of his car door slamming a few moments later.

I didn't even turn around to acknowledge that.

So now, I was sitting in my room with Kaden.

My clothes had been replaced with jean shorts, and my favorite hoodie.

The pounding in my head had increased since I left the presence of Walker, and I hate to admit that being around him made the pain go away.

"He's a dick for saying that." Kaden shakes his head, as I retold him the entire story of what happened after we had left the infirmary.

I nodded, digging my finger nails into my palms, as I comb through my freshly washed hair.

"If only you had agreed to watch me." I narrow my eyes at my best friend, who sat on the opposite side of my bed with a lazy smirk.

He shrugs, "I just wanted you and him to spend time together without training."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at how badly that plan had went.

"I'm serious. If he knew the real you, there's no way he would reject you." Kaden argues his point, brows clenched in the middle.

What was the real me?

"I think he's made his mind up. I'm too immature for him." I mutter sourly, the words stinging my tongue as they flow out.

Kaden sighs, "just prove him wrong."

Why should I have to change who I was, just to please a man?

I wasn't immature, I just enjoyed life and all that it had to offer.

Did I make some stupid mistakes?

Of course.

Any good leader has to make mistakes, that's how they become so wise.

"Just give it time, Sybil. He'll come around, I know he will." Kaden promises, standing from my bed and flattening out his crumpled shirt.

I frown, slipping on a pair of sandals with a sigh.

Tonight we had a pack dinner to attend, and attendance was mandatory.

I really would just rather stay in my room for the rest of my life, but I knew Kaden wouldn't allow that.