Obey.

28

The next day...

I tucked my black collared shirt into my jeans before putting on my gucci belt. Hunter was pacing shirtless, bruise free as he talked on the phone about the kid, Matt, to one of his friends.
"Who knew such a scrawny kid like that had powerful parents, why didn't one of you bone heads remind me?"
The kids face flashed in my mind and guilt ate at me. It was all my fault after all. Why was I putting Cayden at such risk?
Because Cayden acts as if he could take on the world.
"Ok, Ill see you at pack meeting," Hunter hung up before tossing his phone into my book case. My eyes widened as he hit near the book I kept my other phone, the one I talked to Cayden with.
My breathing picked up and I turned away to not give myself away. Last night I had texted Cayden that I missed hanging out with him already. He said, "I miss you too." And I couldn't bring myself to delete it.
Now I knew the moment Hunter left the room, I would. It was stupid and reckless. Cayden made me reckless.
"Hayley?" Hunter growled. Oh god, no.
"Yes?" I squeaked as I turned back to look at him. He was in my face before I even saw him move.
"Don't forget to put this on before you leave," he held up the damn gold heart chain lock.
I cocked my head, "Are you not coming with?" He didn't answer as he locked the collar back into place before slowly looking into my eyes, his large hands on my shoulders as he squeezed, "My father want's me to go to Matt's moms house today, I'll be there to pick you up after your stupid session with that asshole."
"Ok, see you then," I pressed a kiss to his lips before trying to turn away, but he held me in place with a hand around my throat, he bite my lip and when I gasped he stuck his tongue in, forcing me to kiss him back or awkwardly sit there holding my mouth open, allowing my tongue to sit there like a dead fish.
Neither option seemed appealing to me but I gave him what he wanted as I always did. Even threw in a hum, happy he wasn't going against my meeting Cayden after school anymore.
He bit my bottom lip one more time before pulling away. "Now go," he said, "I have a lot of shit to do today, I might even be late picking you up, but I am picking you up, sit in your car if you have to but don't drive back."
"Oh..ok.."I looked at him confused at why he was so insistant on picking me up. Hopefully he's found a new plaything and is finally getting bored of me.
One can only hope.
"Say it," he whispered as he turned away. "Hurry up and say it and go away," he snapped as he pulled on a baby blue shirt that matched his eyes.
"I love you Hunter, have a good day," I said trying to keep the venom out of my tone as I turned away with an eyeroll.
Go fuck yourself and die Hunter.
At school, Cayden and I exchanged knowing looks, smiling at each other whenever one of Hunter's pack wasn't around.
The sexual tension between Cayden and I was almost becoming too much. He sat next to me in class in the back, and we held hands every time the teacher was turned away. It felt so good. Who knew holding someone's hand could feel so good. He used his thumb to rub comforting circles on the back of my hand.
Everything in me was drawn to him, felt as if we were meant to meet, meant for each other. All I wanted was to be back with him in his home and cuddling close under his soft blanket as we watched comedy's and ate nothing but junk food. Only to run it off on a night wolf run in the woods, howling at the moon like real wolves.
Werewolves didnt howl at the moon, but Cayden did it and made me do it and it had felt so ridiculous but then we spent a good ten minutes doing just that, laughing in joy as we shifted back into humans.
"You're so silly," I had grinned at him.
"Whats the point of life if we cant enjoy it?" He shrugged, "Sometimes I want to howl at the moon even in human form." And then we had spent a good amount of time trying to outdo each other's howl in human form.
The memory brought a smile to my face, and I realized this was what love was. Happiness, joy, safe space and -
Wait? Love?
Was I? Was I in love with Cayden? Squeezing his hand, I realized, yes, I was.
But what did it matter what I wanted? It was wrong to drag someone so kind as Cayden into my mess especially after what happened to Matt. Suddenly I felt sick. Detangling my hand from Cayden's, ignoring the confused look he sent my way, I sighed and put my head down on my desk.
I felt gloomy for the rest of the day, until the final bell rang. And then I felt even worse.
It wasn't until we were alone in the library that I faced Cayden, knowing how much I felt about him, and knowing there was nothing to be done about it.
"What's wrong?" He stared at me with wide concerned eyes. "Anything happen at home?" he asked, scanning my face, arms and anything he could see. Probably trying to find a bruise.
"No, he didn't hurt me," not yet anyway. By his mood this morning I already knew what to look forward to.
"You use that phone to call me if he even looks at you funny."
"Stop that talk Cayden. Then what? You're gonna run over and save this little damsel in distress. Fight him and his pack all by yourself?"
"Of course not, I'll need your help for that," he said seriously.
"What?"
"You're right I can't fight them alone. If you want to break away I'll help, but you're going to have to help me Hayley, those fighting lessons aren't for nothing. It's to make you stronger. To be able to kill anyone who gets in your way. You shouldn't stand on the sidelines and trust me or anyone else to take care of it. You're a werewolf. Superhuman. That means something."
I laughed thinking he was joking but when he didn't join in, I blinked at him. "Those lessons are about self defense, you haven't taught me how to kill."
"Not yet, we're just getting started," he pulled my chair so it was very close to his as he buried his hands into my hair, looking down at me with a smile.
"We can do it, you know. After your training, you'll be able to do it alone, but of course I won't let you take on a pack by yourself and we kind of don't have time to wait, do we?"
His words were insane should have made me run faster than when he wasn't plotting murder. But it was everything I wanted to hear.
"Why?" I whispered as he brought his líps close to mine, hovering.
"Because he can't have you anymore. He doesn't deserve you another damn day."
"Cayden," a single tear fell from my eyes as I moved forward, only needing to shift in my seat slightly and I was already falling into his embrace, kissing him quickly before pulling away, knowing now wasn't the place to start making out. I looked around to make sure no one was watching us, but as always we were alone.
"Hey, why did you put that necklace back on?" Cayden asked with furrowed eyebrows after a few moments of comfortable silence of us just holding hands, Cayden stroking my arm with his other hand.
Instead of answering, I pulled away to dig into my bag.
"Shouldn't we be studying?" I joked, as I waved the book in front of him.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," a growl came from the doorway.
"Hunter!" I exclaimed, nearly tripping over myself to get up and rush to him. "What are you doing here so early?" And what have you seen and heard?
I heard Cayden getting up, but I shoot him a pleading look to stay out of it. He slowly sits back downs as I rushed up to Hunter, who looked down at me without a word. I could see in his eyes that he saw something as he grabbed my upper arm painfully and before I could react, was dragging me alongside him, out of the room and down the hallway, taking long strides. We were almost at the exit doors when I heard Cayden calling after us.
"Hey! We have to study. Hayley!" He called and I could hear the desperation in his tone as he called out my name but I dared not look back.
Not that I had time to because we were through the exit door and crossing to where his car was.
Hunter helped me into the passenger seat. And by help, I meant practically threw me in.
The blood was rushing in my ears in a loud roar, as I stared out the windshield with wide eyes, meeting Caydens as he burst through the door.
Hunter slid into the drivers side, growling low in his throat as he started the engine.
Cayden started to stride forward with a look of determination but Hunter threw the car in drive and sped off.
Shaking as I peeped at Hunter's angry face and how white his knuckles were from gripping the steering wheel, the real fear of my death set in.
And it wasn't long before I was a crying blubbering mess.
"I'm sorry Hunter, I'm so sorry, we were just-"
"Hayley," Hunter grounded out. "Shut the fuck up."
"Please, Hunter-"
"I found the phone," he said so softly I barley heard it.
"What?"
He exploded, "I found the fucking phone Hayley, so be a good girl for me and shut the fuck up or I swear on the moon that I will kill you for this."
This was bad. Very bad. But he just confirmed he wasn't thinking about killing me. At least not yet. And I took that as a bright side of things.
God that was Caydens influence. How the hell was there a bright side right now and who was I kidding? Hunter wasn't going to kill me, of course not.
But the dark truth was, there's worst things to do someone than kill them.
He was going to make me pay. And if he saw the kiss in the library and overheard our conversation, I'll be begging for death by the end of the night.