Soul Mate

Soul Mate part 7

SOUL MATE

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-Part 7-

Recap - I couldn't do this anymore-

I sobbed. I wanted to stop, I really did, but trying to stop was like trying to stop the world from turning. It just wasn't happening.

I don't what was happening to me. I haven't cried in years, at least not tears than anyone else saw. I cried alone. I didn't let people worry about me, or care-except my mother, that is.

I curled up in a ball, my knees against my chest. Everything always fell apart. Always, I knew that.

So why did I always do this? Why did I always let myself start to care again?

And who did I think I was? Walking in here, like I was a somebody. Never try to be stronger than you are, that's one thing my father taught me.

The higher you fly, the farther you fall. And I always fell. Every time, things always came crashing down around me.

This is a joke, me not being afraid. Fear isn't something you just throw away, or get over. Being afraid is better than being dead. Mark proved that. He wanted me, and I knew he wouldn't stop until he got me.

I remember when we first met. I was fifteen, so it was and seventeen now. Hard to believe it's only been two years since that day. It seems I've been living life in fear of him forever.

-That day, 2 years ago-

I was sitting in the woods. It was my birthday. I wasn't excited to be fifteen-every birthday was one step closer to eighteen, when I would be forcibly married off to the highest bidder. I shuddered at the thought. No, it was this I was excited for, my one and only gift.

Every year, although I don't know how, my mother saved up enough ingredients to make me a cupcake. A rare treat, which I always insisted on sharing with her.

We always ate it quickly, in my room. It was always first thing in the morning, tradition, really.

We'd sit there, before my father got up, eating the cupcake slowly, trying to make it last. We'd wait there until the sun came up, and my mother would tell me about my present.

It was always something small, that you might take for granted. A book-rare, and contraband for women, or the gift I craved most. A few hours away from my father, and his pack. My mother would never tell me, but she planned for the entire pack to be busy, and cover for me while I slipped away to the woods for a few hours.

And as much as I hated what I had guessed she was doing, I never stopped her. As selfish as it was, I needed those few hours. It was the one time every year, the only person I had to worry about was me. The only thing I had to think about was coming home by midnight.

I was leaning against my favourite tree. It was a beautiful cherry blossom tree, right by a small stream, and I swear, the silence, the water. It was the most beautiful sound that I've ever heard. I stretched, loving the fresh air, and the sun. The water.

'Snap' I froze at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot behind me.

It had to be a wolf, anything else I would have heard long before it had the chance to get this close to me.

I slowly stood up, knowing there was nothing male wolves loved more than a chase. I slowly spun around, my eyes on the ground.

'Look at me.' His voice not exactly harsh, but I couldn't shake the chills that he brought. It wasn't exactly evil, but everything about him, it just seemed wrong.