THE SORTING

THE ANGER

"You're going to need to calm down Vivienne. This isn't good for you."

"You know what else isn't good for me? My mate with someone else!" I know I shouldn't have said it as soon as those words left my mouth. I didn't mean to be snippy or rude. I was just frustrated. Hunter was a blessing, like I expected. She listened and offered an ear when I needed one. I really hoped we maintained this relationship we've created. It would really be a weight off my shoulders to have someone on my side. After talking to Hunter about everything, I felt a little less sad and a lot more angry. I can't believe he would do this to me. And then he just left after what, a few minutes of knocking on a door? That was all the effort he wanted to put in to fixing this. Well, that wasn't good enough. Whether he wanted me or not, he wouldn't get away with treating me like this. I abruptly stood from the bed Hunter and I were sitting on. She copied my movements, unsure of what was happening.

"Who the hell does he think he is? And after everything, he just left? He left me to make my own conclusions, no explanation. He hasn't even tried to see me since his pathetic attempt at knocking! No," I said, pacing around the room, determined to give Dom a piece of my mind. Hunter had a proud look on her face, making me feel surer of my want for confrontation.

"He's in his office," Hunter informed me. I gave her one last look. She had better talk me out of this now otherwise there wasn't any room to turn back. Her gaze held steady, almost daring me to continue.

"And where would that be?", I asked, a small angry smirk on my face.

"I'll take you there," Hunter answered, matching my smirk. She knew that I wasn't going to tiptoe around Dom's feelings. Dom was going to have to deal with the consequences of what he did to me. I was not going to go easy. My rage had consumed my mind to the point where I didn't even realize I was walking behind Hunter towards Dom's office until we were standing in front of the door. Hunter turned to me, nodding slightly, as if to give me her approval to give him a piece of my mind. The nod gave me enough confidence to continue. In the back of my mind lived fear. I had grown up afraid of wolves, like most of humans. We were told stories of their rage, their sudden mood swings, how they could turn murderous in seconds. I hesitated slightly, because of this. Images of Dom and I and how he never showed anger towards me or made me feel scared or unsafe flashed in my mind. He had always been kind to me. I had no reason to be afraid of him. But he should be afraid of me. My anger clouded my fear as I wrapped my hand around the doorknob. I turned my head, left and right, noticing that Hunter had left. I smiled slightly, happy that she had been there for me. I had never had anyone be there for me like that before. I took a deep breath as I barged into Dom's office.

He was startled by my entrance. He had his head in his hands when I entered and he looked to be rubbing his eyes. He was sitting at his desk, which was filled with papers. I had always pegged Dom as a neat, organized person even though I had no evidence of that. He had that feel. But as I stood in his office, there was no method to the madness. Papers were unfiled and messily placed on his desk. The furniture, a couch, an armchair, and a coffee table looked overused but not worn. The couch and armchair were some sort of leather, having a light brown color. They had imprints in them, like would exist if someone moved from the chair to the couch over and over again, like if someone couldn't get comfortable. The coffee table seemed to catch the overflow of papers from Dom's desk. There were empty coffee cups on the coffee table as well, probably putting rings of the brown liquid onto the documents. The garbage can, next to Dom's desk, was overflowing with crumpled up paper and more coffee cups. His office had a strong male color scheme of navy and brown. If I wasn't so angry, I would have told him that I liked it. I turned my attention back to the reason I was here in the first place, the reason for my tears, the reason for my anger.

Dom stood abruptly when I was finished surveying the room. His office chair, which was the same brown as the others, obviously made of the same leather, made a screeching noise as he pushed it back with his legs.

I took this time to look over Dom. His clothes were the same ones that he wore on our date yesterday. They were ruffled and worn. His hair was messy and looked a little oily, the kind of oily hair gets when you play with it too much. His face was tired, and he looked stressed. He had a panicked look on, his eyes a little wide, probably shocked from seeing me after what happened the day before. I had no idea how I looked, if he could tell I was upset. Memories fill my mind, and I had no idea that I could get madder than I already was.

"Vivienne, I-," Dom started, but didn't continue. He seemed to get his words stuck in his throat. His eyes were shifting around the room and he appeared to start sweating. His eyes fell to the floor. I waited for him to say something. Anything. After a few minutes, I spoke for him.

"Are you going to say something or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?"