Elsa Laroche is part human, part wolf. She and her pack rule half the territory in her town. The other half is ruled by their rival pack, the Starks. But when Elsa and one of the Stark alphas begin to fall for each other, they must decide what to...
"Life had broken her, but she was still there, persisting in the shards of her broken pieces." ~Atticus
Spencer
I woke up for the twentieth time that night, and I'd only gone to bed two hours ago. I hadn't been able to sleep since my fight with Elsa. The argument replayed over and over in my head despite happening almost a week ago.
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Praying Elsa would be beside me this time, I rolled over to drape my arm over her, but my arm met with empty space. I discovered that not only was Elsa not there, but the sheets weren't even touched, telling me she hadn't come to bed.
Again.
I got up and treaded silently downstairs to the living room, where I found Elsa curled in a ball on the couch, her blanket on the floor. I picked it up and covered her with it. Elsa stirred, and I froze. Thankfully, she only snuggled with the blanket and stayed asleep. I sat on the other end of the couch, not wanting to leave her alone. I hated not having her by my side at night; I needed to talk to her about that argument. I wanted to apologize and tell her she is my mate, and she is the other Alpha. I don't know what I'd been thinking when I said those things... I probably wasn't thinking at all.
My stress had been building up for a long time, and when Elsa told me she was going out by herself to find possibly hostile wolves that could kill her... well, it sent me over the edge. She's been the one constant throughout all of this, and I couldn't imagine doing this without her. I regretted everything I'd done and said to her. Taking my stress out on her was shitty of me, and I pushed her away because I didn't want to drag her down with my issues. Instead, I made it worse.
I made it worse than worse.
I had to find a way to make it up to her. I had to keep trying to get her to listen to me. That way, I could tell her and show her and prove to her that my love for her was as strong as ever.
I glanced over at Elsa, wondering if she'd hate me if I carried her upstairs to bed. I should be the one on the couch, not her. I'm the one that caused the shit we were in. Besides, if the others found her asleep down here again, Finn and Rey would make us sit down to work this all out, and I don't think Elsa wanted to do that. If she did, she wouldn't make up an excuse every time I asked her if we could talk. Of course, the stigma around the words 'we need to talk' probably wasn't helping. Elsa most likely thought I wanted to break up with her, which was the furthest possible thing from the truth.
But, with her fast asleep, I couldn't do anything about my mistakes tonight. Instead, I decided to flip through the TV channels, trying to find something to watch, but like always, nothing seemed interesting. Not at one in the morning. Dismayed, I turned it back to the channel she'd originally been watching and closed my eyes, intending to get more sleep.
Then Elsa screamed.
"ANNA!" My girlfriend flung upwards, eyes wide in panic, chest heaving up and down. Her whole body trembled as some unknown communication seemed to occur between Elsa and her twin.
