Dylan's POV The room was filled with awkward, uncomfortable silence for minutes with Avery lost, looking like she was having an internal argument. I would have said she was arguing with her wolf but I don't think she's had her first shift. "Why aren't you saying anything?" my wolf asked "Well, what are you expecting me to say...hi?" "Anything would be okay to be honest. Just make sure you fix things with her. This is probably your only chance." "I guess you're right." "I know I am" my wolf said, pride filing his voice. I rolled my eyes at my wolf's ego then finally spoke up "Avery" I said the exact same time Avery said "Dylan" I smiled, knowing she was ready to talk "Are you mad at me?" she asked "I mean... Yeah it pretty obvious you're mad... but why" she asked sounding different, she sounded hurt, yes, but she sounded more uncomfortable. She's not the touchy touchy feelin
Dylan's POV My heart pounded as I watched Avery, thinking of ways I could tell about my nightmare without completely messing up the whole mood. I couldn't think of any way I could say it without making her worry but it was important, she needed to know as soon as possible. "Don't tell her about your dream yet.", I frowned when I received the mind link from.my dad, my lips twitch at his stupid proposal before I gave my own response through a mind link. "Why?" "We just relieved her from the thought of you hating her. Its not right for us, to stress her immediately after by tell her about that dream of yours.", he had a point. She needed to rest but it's dangerous nit letting her know. Anything could happen. "This is a risk." "She's been through a lot. She has to rest.", was all he said. My dad cared about Avery more than he cared about himself, I always found it a bit annoying. There was not point of furthering the discussio
A week later Avery's POV It all comes down to this day The day Dylan would become the Beta officially while Liam, the Alpha The day I meet my father and wake that sleeping wolf up Maybe... The day the truth is revealed "Where are you going this early?"I shook when I heard Mr. Arthur ask from behind me "Nowhere far... just wanted to get some air" I lied. I can't tell him I'm going to meet my dad I dunno why that devil's forcing me to come this early "By three in the morning?" he tilted his head "Why are you up so early?" I tried changing the topic "Well. I decided to wake up early to make sure a particular girl doesn't go and get herself killed" he said with his hands behind him "Huh" I tilted my head to the side "You left your phone on the counter last night" "So you decided to read my texts?!" I frowned "Nope. Your phone was unlocked when you got a text from someone t
Avery's POV I sat on the floor starring at my wolf as guilt filled my chest. Remembering how I talked to Mr. Arthur. How he struggled to warn me. How he showed up from nowhere and took stabs for me and I still wasted his life by letting them kill me. "What'll Dylan think" I sobbed, hugging my knees, "I'm the cause of his father's death." I hugged my knees tighter... So much it hurt my ribs. "I- I hurt him before now I'm taking away all he has left.", I sobbed Is that all I'm good for? Crying and ruining everything. It's so pathetic. What have I ever done right? All my misfortunes were my fault. If I killed my dad in his sleep when I was still a kid. Things would have been way better for me. I would have grown up under Mr. Arthur's care. I'd probably learn more for him and grow some sense. I'm so stupid. What's going to happen now? "WHAT KINDA LUNA AM I?" I yelled, feeling tears pour out of my eyes. I grabbed my hair, pulling i
~Avery~ I slowly opened my eyes, trying to ignore the sudden headache that just hit me. "What the..." my jaw dropped while I scanned the room I was in. From the looks of it, I was in a hospital but what am I doing here and when did I get here. I hissed, finding harder to ignore the headache. "Dylan?" I rose an eyebrow, just noticing he was here. He was sitting beside my bed with his head rested on it. He was sleeping. I frowned, accessing the room then my body. "What?" I got frustrated, not able to figure out why and how I got here. Did I have some kind of attack while sleeping or something... Last thing I remember was spending a night with Dylan. I frowned, finally deciding to wake up big head sleeping beside me. "Hey idiot" I said shaking his head roughly. That ought to give him a headache. We'd enjoy our headaches together His head shot up immediately, frightening me a bit with his gaze. His eyes were blood shot red, wide and
~Avery~ I rolled on the bed, continuously trying to adjust myself to get comfortable, to me, it felt like story time. "You ready?" Dylan asked turning to me while I stretched a bit, still not feeling comfortable enough "Wait a minute." I said quickly grabbing a pillow and hugging it. "Okay. Now I'm ready." I said, giving him my attention. "Uh..." I trailed when I saw how he looked at me. I could pick out so many emotions from him. It just didn't feel natural. "Are you okay?" I furrowed my eyes a bit, raising my head a bit from the pillow so I could get a better view. "I almost lost you." he said, looking away slowly. "I promised to protect you and da-" his voice cracked before he could complete what he wanted to say. "And who?" I frowned sitting up He bit his lower lip, looking on at the ceiling and taking a hard gulp. "And..." he closed his eyes when tears threatened to fall. "If
~Avery~ The tensed atmosphere almost made me gag. I could look anyone in the eye at the moment I could tell Liam felt the same while Dylan kept raging though he didn't utter a word. Everyone in the room felt heavy. The place was filled with sounds of heavy breathing, like we just went for a round. I was tired of the silence. I was tired of all the drama. I just wanted my happy ending, why's it taking so long to get to me. "Ugh" I let out a low groan, balling my hands into a fist, suddenly feel my heart get heavy. I could tell that things from now on is gonna be hard and filled with rivalry between Liam and Dylan and probably between that Tessa and I. Just the thought of her got me bitter. Why does such a person exist? What a pest. "Avery." Liam voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Slowly, my head shot up to meet his gaze. I felt that if I reacted too quickly, Dylan would pick up some odd message and start overreacting about it. Somehow, I couldn't blam
~Avery~ We both let out small sighs as our lips parted, looking into each other's eyes with small smiles on our faces. "I'm so love struck. It almost feels unreal." he said, not taking his eyes off mine I simply replied with a small nod, not able to talk at the moment. I was out of breath. He was panting too but not as much as me. "I really missed you." he said, gently brushing hair strands that laid on my face behind my ear, making me feel more comfortable. His smile grew when he noticed how breathless he'd left me, I almost felt embarrassed. The kiss felt different but then it was still enough to knock me off balance. I loved it "Don't... Don't give me... That smile." I frowned, annoyed at the ego he was already building up just by looking at the condition he left me. I couldn't talk without stuttering, still had a little bit more panting to do. He chuckled a bit, taking a step away from me, probably to give me more air. His gesture both
I laid on Dylan's bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. No one had said a word since Mr. Arthur came to pick us up. Mr. Arthur himself hadn't even looked at me. I felt more uncomfortable than ever but there's nothing I can do about it. I had to stay since that's what Dylan said he wanted. The part of me that felt I had something to do with why Dylan and Mr. Arthur were in a bad mood was dead. Now I'm just worried about them. I already picked up a hint of what was going on. "Sorry to keep you waiting.", Dylan said as soon as he came out of the bathroom. "Don't worry about it.", I said, sitting up and turning to him.? He was fully dressed but his hair was still a bit wet. "Uhh...", he trailed, proceeding to sit next to me. "You can ask me what's wrong. I don't know how to start explaining if you don't." "Oh... Hehe.", I laughed awkwardly, sighing after. "So what happened?", I finally asked. He forced a sm
Mr. Arthur didn't give Dylan and I the chance to talk yesterday. He kept asking questions about school and why Dylan didn't want him to come and pick us up. Most times Mr. Arthur over thinks but that's cool. He never fails to show how much he cares. "Tch.", I hissed, struggling to inhale the next breath. Waking up with pains was normal now. I never go to bed, I pass out. The mad man can't learn to give me a break. "Shit.", I swore, glancing at the clock then standing up immediately and stretching, enjoying the sounds of my cracking bones and letting out a loud sigh as soon as I was satisfied. "I'm late.", I said, rushing to clean up the mess my dad made last night and then to the bathroom.? I had to have a long bath though if not I wouldn't be able to wash of the dried blood on my hair. I always feel disgusting everytime I wake up but I could get used to it. After I had made breakfast, I rushed out. I didn't want to keep Dylan and Mr. Arthur
"Remind me to never let you sit never let you sit next to me in class again.", I frowned, pushing my books to the side as soon as the bell rung. "And why should I do that?", Dylan asked with a smile playing on his lips. It's been there for a while. "Cause I learnt absolutely nothing.", I sighed, glancing at the board, wondering when they wrote all the science stuffs they did. I didn't even know the topic. "Oh...", He trailed, leaning on the chair and slouching a bit. Dylan literally talked through out school today and I couldn't tell him to stop. I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It was comforting, but then again I wanted to listen to the teacher as well. I was hoping at least one teacher would tell him to shut up and one did, but he completely ignored him. It went like, "Dylan, please if you could just lower your voice.", the class let out a gasp when the teacher said that. "Avery I've told you to try putting yo
"C'mon, he's not that strong. Give me a break.", I rolled my eyes, increasing my pace so Dylan wouldn't be able to keep up but he's not as sluggish as I thought. "What do you mean he's isn't that strong?!", he wouldn't let go of what I said about his favorite anime character while we were in the car. I didn't intend to piss him off this much. His face was red and he kept yelling.? "Why can't I think what I want to think about him? It's my opinion anyways.", I said, ignoring the attention we were able to draw already. "Because we're talking about Saitama!", watching anime became a hubby for us ever since our first try out. We always had different opinions and always argued about every little thing. He just doesn't know how to let go. I can be the same most times but still. "Your opinions are always crap.", he argued. I stopped by my locker, opening it and noticing as people around left without thinking twice. I was used to it and
Of course, after that day, Dylan and I started talking more but then we were never fully comfortable with each other. Most times, we avoided talking about personal issues, probably because we feel like we don't trust each other or whatever but to me, all that didn't matter. Even though I can't say I had someone to share my pain with, I at least had someone I could talk to and that's okay. Dylan was a good distraction. He's annoying, funny and can be off. He takes my mind off things. It feels good to feel something other than pain and burden. At first, Dylan didn't seem to care. After the day he called me best friend, he barely looked at me or even talked to me. I was always the person walking up to him to say hi and start a discussion or something. Later on, Dylan got used to my presence, not really used to it but he actually started talking... a lot. "Don't barge in you idiot. Learn how to start knocking.", I groaned, rolling my eyes as soon as I heard my door slam ope
I woke up the next day, with new clothes on. I was cleaned up. I felt comfortable but that was only for a second. "Shit.", I swore, remembering the later I show up home, the more the beating. I had to get out. After bouncing on the bed a few times, I rushed to the room's door, opening it as fast as I could. I rushed to the sitting room where Dylan sat with his mom. They both turned to look at me, surprised a bit like they forgot I was around. "Sorry.", I whispered out of embarrassment, then headed for the door. I wasn't embarrassed about startling them. The PJ I had on was what's was embarrassing. A onesie with kitten faces everywhere. I could remember the day Mr. Arthur got it for me. I was the one that chose it myself. It was so soft. I knew it'd be comfortable.? Now that I'm in it, yes it feels as comfortable as it looked but then I was sure I looked like a baby. "Where are you rushing to?", I heard Dylan ask as soon as my hand touched the
Because of school, I found excuses I could use to avoid staying at home. Life was more bearable now but then again, it was still unbarable. What do I mean? Right now I'm kneeling beside my dad's couch, being forced to watch his lousy team play while bleeding non-stop from my arm and lap. My dad was sitting comfortably with his eyes fixed to the television, grumbling everytime his team made a mistake. He held his knife tight, like he was excited to use it on me again. "You better pray my team doesn't loose.", he said, boys bothering to look at me. Everytime the opposing team scores a goal, I get cut pretty deep. At the moment, I was in so much pain, barely hanging on to consiousness.? I was more terrified than I've been in a while. Not only did my whole body hurt like hell, my injuries were taking too long to heal. Watching blood gush out of my body was terrifying. I no longer felt excited feeling myself slowly loose life, things changed after my talk with Dylan. I c
"Don't hang out around me. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. We don't know each other.", were the instructions Dylan have to me as soon as we got to school. "And don't you dare try to get popular with my name. Don't lie to people that you're buddies with the Betas son", he continued. "I had no plans to.", I shrugged, walking out on him. "Hey! I wasn't fine talking!", he yelled, sounding like his dad whenever I say or do something stupid. "I don't want to be seen talking to you." I said, not to loudly but loud enough for him to hear. He was quiet for some seconds like he was trying to process what I had just said, after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke up. "WHAT?!", he definitely wasn't expecting my reply. His last yell earned us a lot of eyes, making me shrink and release a low hiss. I increased my pace so I could get as far away from him as possible but then he ran up to me. "What do you mean you do
I got kicked out of my sleep, sitting up immediately and rubbing my cheek to calm the stinging pain I felt. My dad woke me up with a slap today. "Dress up and head over to Dylan's house. Arthur'll be the one dropping you off at school.", I simply nodded, already forgetting about how I was woken up.? I hopped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. I was excited. I couldn't wait to be away from this mad man and his house but then I wasn't ready to be in the same car with Dylan. I didn't know the school's location so I couldn't walk there. I didn't bother being picky with clothes. I had nice ones because Mr. Arthur kept buying me some but I didn't want to stand out. I wanted space. After making my dad breakfast, I hurried to Mr. Arthur's, hoping I wasn't late. I was glad to see he was the one that opened the door today. Anyone else would have been awkward.? "You're up early. I see you don't want to be late on your first day of school.", he smiled, moving aside