After hanging up, the room felt emptier and so did I. Tyler's absence was a void I couldn't seem to fill. At least I still had the promise of Saturday though. I headed out with a sigh, eager to burrow myself in Ryder's arms. He was standing in the kitchen, hidden behind an open cupboard. "Well, I can offer you cereal," he said, shaking two boxes in my general direction, but as I approached he noticed my miserable demeanor and set the boxes on the counter before meeting me in the lounge with a caring hug. "You okay?" he whispered down into my ear, holding me tightly. I nodded, but the truth was that I was once again fighting back my tears. "I'm sorry, Kate. If it makes you feel any better, he really wishes he could be here. And I'm not just saying that. I know how hard these last couple of days have been for him too," he explained, trying to make the pain a little more bearable by showing me that it was shared. I couldn't find the words to respond, so once again, I simply nodded
"Uh... I guess..." Ryder replied sounding unenthusiastic. "It's cool if you don't want to," I replied, not wanting him to feel pressured, but noting the difference between his response and Tyler's. "Who do you want to call?" he asked, seemingly testing the waters now. "My friend Jenna from back home. I was supposed to call her yesterday, but we all know how yesterday went," I replied with an exhausted sigh. "Okay, I guess I can make an appearance," he relented. I can't say he seemed thrilled about it, but he didn't appear to be totally against it either. I pressed the button to begin a video call. Within seconds, Jenna picked up, a beaming smile on her face. It looked like a warm sunny day in Colorado and she was out and about with the wind blowing through her hair. I smiled. She looked happy and gorgeous as always. "Kate! Where have you been? Why haven't you texted? I miss you!" her words came out in a hurried tumble and she sounded simultaneously hurt and excited. I grimaced
"Shit, Kate... I'm so sorry. What can I do? Ice? A painkiller?" he offered apologetically. "Painkiller..." I mumbled, clutching my arm firmly against my chest while tears welled up in my eyes. I breathed. That's just about all I could do. Ryder reappeared suddenly, standing in front of me with a glass of cold water in one hand and two painkillers in the palm of his other hand. I took them greedily. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been at times the day before, but why suffer when there was no need? I knew the pills wouldn't work instantly, but you can't blame me for hoping. He took the glass back and placed it on the coffee table, then he stood there awkwardly, looking at me with an expression of panic. "What can I do? I don't know what to do!" he said, his voice brimming with worry. "Did I fuck it up again?" he went on with concern now. "I'll be fine," I replied, trying to put on a brave face. He groaned before he took his seat beside me again, being sure to move carefully an
My sleep was a black void of nothingness, no dreams, no pain, no worries or troubles. Just blackness. It was peaceful. Movement roused me though, and as consciousness poured back into me, I became aware of Ryder's voice talking softly into my ear. "Kate... I need to get up. Can you sit up for a sec?" he asked, gently lifting me off of his lap and placing my back down gently on the couch. I groaned, missing his presence, but I didn't stir, still in a state of semi-consciousness. There was some shuffling in the background, an exchange of muffled voices, but nothing that concerned me, so I ignored it and tried to find my way back to the deep sleep I'd just been enjoying. Moments later, Ryder's footsteps returned and he gently lifted me again, placing me back on his lap as he rested his arm on my shoulder. His fingers absentmindedly traced over my skin in gentle, swirling patterns, snaking their way up, under the sleeve of my top. Suddenly, a delicious smell hit my nose, waking me
The admission hung between us. I took a deep breath before I revealed my own truth. "I don't know what I want to do either. You're my mate and Tyler is my mate, but the pack will need a Luna, and I don't want to be Luna, and I'm trying not to think about it because when I do, I start freaking out, and I'm freaking out now, and I don't know what to do!" I finished, breathing hard and heavy as panic gripped me. "If I won't be Luna, then I can't be his mate... But I want to be his mate. I don't know what to do," I confessed as my lower lip trembled. The thought of losing either of my mates was heartbreaking. I didn't even want to think about it, but I suppose it was a potential reality I might have to face. There was no way Tyler's parents would let him be mated to someone who wouldn't stand as the pack Luna. He himself would need that support. But it was a role I felt I just wasn't cut out for. I wasn't confident and charismatic like Tyler was. People didn't take me seriously. People
It was probably close to noon when I finally woke up and decided it was time to get up. I'd been so comfortable lying beside Ryder, his body warm, his heartbeat reassuring, his very presence just a comfort. But I was also very eager to get my cast removed, so I figured it was probably a good idea to get a move on. Ryder was still fast asleep, his breaths soft but deep. He looked so calm and relaxed, it felt like a shame to wake him. I realized this was probably how he felt about waking me up the night before. With gentle fingers, I traced along the curve of his jaw. His skin was soft, but a little stubbly here and there. A smile flickered on his lips, but he didn't stir. "Ryder," I whispered softly, my fingers tracing over his lips now. He smiled again, shifting a little this time as if trying to get comfortable. "We need to get up," I whispered, my touch returning to his jawline. "No..." he groaned miserably, wrapping his arms around me more tightly and snuggling into me. "I nee
The drive to Dr. Kelly's office was a blur of green and grey, the landscape flying past us as Ryder navigated the streets with a familiarity that spoke of his years living in the area. Every now and again he would glance over at me, a soft smile playing on his lips."What?" I asked as I fumbled for the socks that were tucked away neatly in one of the combat boots at my feet."I'm just looking at you. Am I not allowed?" he asked, his tone one of a challenge.A blush crept over my cheeks, but I replied, "You can look."I tried to pull a sock on, but it was impossible. The cast came too low down on my knuckles and, as a result, my fingers weren't as capable as I needed them to be."Just leave it, I'll help you when we get there," he assured me before resting his hand on my thigh as we sped along the narrow roads.I smiled as I rested my casted hand over his.With a sigh, I watched out the window looking at the grey sky above us. My thoughts made their way to Tyler and I wondered what he
He set his tools down and peeled off his gloves, heading over to the lightbox with the X-ray mounted on it. His eyes scanned over the image thoughtfully and carefully before he looked at me. "It looks perfect. The bones align well and the break appears to have healed. I assume the pain you experienced yesterday may have been muscular," he suggested. "You said it's subsided now though, is that correct?" he asked, seeking clarity. "Yeah, it's fine today. No complaints at all," I went on, flexing my fingers in the cast. "Well then, if you're ready, I'd be happy to remove the cast for you," he replied with the tiniest hint of a smile. I smiled in return and nodded, "I'd love that," I replied. The removal went well. There were no hiccups and Ryder stood beside me the entire time, which was an immense comfort. When we left Dr Kelly's office, I noted that Mary was nowhere to be seen. Can't say it broke my heart or anything like that. As we made our way to the coffee shop next door, Ryd