Hello people.
                              I know I know you wish I would die for what I made her do. I am sorry.
                              It had to be done.
                              Some things are just necessary in life you know?
                              Kay moving on.
                              Next chapter.
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                              Chapter 28- Death and streaking
                              "So Theo just ran out?" Blaine asks me.
                              I just finished explaining to Blaine what happened to me. 
                              At first he got really jealous about him but then I explained to him how long I have known Theo, and how Theo is like a brother to me so that colled him down. I may insinuated that I suspected he was gay.... A teensie bit.
                              Theo is probably going to kill me. That is if he ever speaks to me again.
                              "Yeah I haven't heard from him since." I answer laying myself down on Blaine's bed with a yawn.
                              Should I tell him about the wolf? Maybe he's seen it around here before he can tell me about it.
                              "So I saw a wolf outside today... when I was knocking on your door." I say.
                              "Did you know?" He asks raising his eyebrow.
                              "Yes. And it was the same wolf that killed the two wolves infront of me the other day."
                              "Is that so?"
                              **BLAINE**
                              "Blaine. You are needed here at the hospital." My father calls to me in my mind.
                              Shoot.
                              What do I do with Brooke?
                              "Can I leave you with Marcie? I just remember that my father asked me to do something very important."
                              She smiles and curls up in a ball placing her head on my pillow.
                              "I think I will just sleep." She tells me.
                              I kiss her forehead and run out of there.
                              'Whats going on?' I call to my father as I go to the hospital.
                              'Last breath. Information for the future Alpha.' My father messages back.
                              I get to the room and stop infront of the bed my father is standing infront of.
                              Its Mr. Green.
                              Mr. Green is a man closer to the older scale who used to give out candy to the kids who couldn't sit in the pack meetings. He used to smile at us and tell us soon we would be big and tall and be able to go in to the meetings, and participate in them.
                              "Mr. Green." I say taking his hand.
                              "Blaine." 
                              His eyes look helpless and scared. His hand is shaking.
                              "Blaine. My boy. There is a witch child." He tells me. "You must stop them."
                              "A witch child?"
                              "Ss-to-p the-mm." He says slowly, his hand falling limp.
                              "What do you mean a witch child?" I ask a dead man.
                              "Alert his family." My father tells one of the doctors.
                              Everyone leaves the room besides for my father and I.
                              I close Mr. Green eyes and can't help but shed a small manly tear. I emphasize on the word manly and small.
                              "He used to give me candy." I say out loud t onoone in particular.
                              "I know son." My father says putting my hand on my back. "He will be sorely missed."
                              I nod and leave Mr. Green.
                              He shall be buried with honor.
                              **BROOKE**
                              Dream:
                              The blue piercing eyes of the wolf flash at me.
                              I hear a wolf's howl.
                              "Brooke!" Someone calls.
                              A picture of my mother flashes.
                              The wolf howls again as if it is dying.
                              "awwwooooooooo!"
                              I wake up panitng and gasping for air.
                              Damn dream. 
                              Now I am not well rested.
                              I sit up in Blaines bed with nothing to do.
                              I notice in a corner under lots of papers a box labeled photos. And obviously like the extremely curious person I am I scramble to see whats inside.
                              I MUST KNOW WHATS IN IT!
                              I open up the box, and inside, just like the box said, there are ohotos.
                              Pictures of Blaine that I am pretty sure Blaine DOES NOT want me seeing.
                              They put a smile on to my face.
                              These photos are priceless!
                              Blaine walks into my room with a face of melachony and I freeze like a deer in headlights.
                              Snapping out of it I ask, "Blaine did something happen?"
                              "Mr. Green died."
                              "Who is Mr. Green? Was he a family member or something?" 
                              He comes and sits down next to me, not yet realizing what pictures I was just looking at.
                              "Sort of. He was close to my family."
                              I give him a quick kiss.
                              "I am sorry."
                              He smiles at me.
                              "Never mind that. I am fine. Just a shock thats it."
                              Just like that he snaps out of his mood and sees the picutures.
                              "Are those what I think they are?" He groans, "NOOO! These were the only pictures Marcie didn't get her hands on and now you've gone and found them!"
                              "Well obviously I found the." I laugh, "I am a ninja! You can;t hide anything from me!"
                              "Oh yeah? Well then you will jsut have to meet my family then?"
                              I stop short.
                              "Say what now?"
                              He turns his body to face me on the bed.
                              "If I can't hide anything ffrom you then you have to meet my parents right?"
                              I shake my head.
                              "Nope. Nahhh. Thats fine. We can live without it. I am good."
                              This time Blaine laughs.
                              "Relax... Its just my dad, no siblings. Only child, remember? "
                              I smile tentitivly.
                              "I guess...."
                              "Great!" Blaine says jumping up with excitment.
                              He grabs my hand and off we go, to meet the parents...or should I say parent.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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RomanceBrooke, is the 17 year old music obsessed, hoodie and converse lover, girl who does not believe in true love. Thats right, she doesn't get the whole love and first sight, soul mate thing, and thinks its mumbo jumbo. Blaine, the new hot cocky guy wh...
 
                                               
                                                  