Claire's POV "I'm sorry Lawrence...are you going to go after her?" I ask awkwardly standing but honestly I don't want to sit"I have to, I'm her mate...but she's not the Tara we know and love" he looks up at meI look him over and almost want to blame him for all of this but it's really not his fault. "I wish I could say I hate her" and I almost do"No please don't say that" Lawrence begs "I'm going to fix this...I'll bring her back here and we'll all be friends again" he says and I wish that was possible but things can never be the sameI don't comment on it knowing that will never be the case "when are you leaving?" I ask himHe looks at me and sighs "my parents are telling me not to go...not to go after my mate" he shakes his head "but I have to. I'll leave tomorrow." He says and standsHe looks at me and sighs A tear slips past my cheek and I nod "I'll miss you" I wipe my faceHe looks at me in pain "please don't do that Claire" his thumb slides across my cheek to collect a
Martin's POVI walk out of the pack Doctors hut and head straight for Claire piece of shit family. They came by for five minutes to check on her and left to go back doing whatever they hell they wanted.I should have fucking prevented this, I should have gone in with her. I ball my fists angrily and feel my wolf coming through but I hold down and try to relax. The dumb bitch Scar got away and who knows when we'll find her. She must be punished, and hard, for what she's done.I harshly knock on the Bryan's door and await their answer. Her Father opens it, not expecting me, the burnt smell of the house coming through as the door swings open. His eyes widen"what a surprise Alpha, so good to see you" he bows his head but I'm too angry to make meaningless conversation"Where were you planning Claire to stay tonight?" I ask, ignoring his previous commentHe raises an eyebrow"well the couch, until her room can be fixed and new things bought" he tells me just as Claire's Mother walks out, h
Martin's POVThe gossip of what happened with Claire and the fire infuriates me. Some are saying she started it herself for attention, others are saying it's an accident. I don't reply to anyone when they ask what's happening, that can wait till tomorrow, right now I need to cool off before I go crazy.I walk until I don't know where I am, I block out the pack, the only gateway open for my warriors and Lena and Bryat. For a moment I just look around the forrest, remembering the day I found Claire wondering around, hardly wearing a thing, testing my self control immensely.I remember the way her soft grey eyes stared wide and frightened at me the first time we met. I remember her silvery hair glowing, illuminating her pale skin. Her lips as red as a rose. She's definitely special. When I first came and heard rumours about Claire being the 'weak link' I had to fight between laughing and being angry. She's not weak, she can't be. I don't trust myself to be around her in her or my wolf fo
Claire's POV I feel someone lightly shake me. I open my eyes, instantly feeling a pain in my neck from my sleep position on the couch. Looking up I see my Father, looking very awkward "um..." He trails off as I sit upHe's already dressed in a blue collared shirt and khakis, his dark hair is combed over, eyes looking around "Luara asked me to look at your back, Sonia called this morning and wanted to make sure you were healing ok" he says and I nod, still trying to wake up"Oh...alright" I nod and standI pull up my shirt a little exposing my lower back and I feel him pull back the gauze a little. I wince seeing that it still hurts "it looks better than yesterday, it seems to only be a first or second degree burn by now" he says and I nod, not really knowing what to say"Ok, thank you" I say and pull down my shirt"She brought over more gauze and cream if you need it" he says and picks it up form the coffee table, handing it to me "I've got to go to work..." He looks me up and dow
Claire's POV It's been two more days since everything happened. I'm fully healed and have been going to school...alone. Martin has yet to talk to me. My room is for the most part finished, the window was replaced and sometimes I get a glimpse of him, pacing his room, eyebrows furrowed and tight. Sometimes I just stare at him for a moment before I close the curtains and force myself not to think about what he's doing or thinking about. I've caught him looking into my room as well but I quickly lean against the wall or close the blinds.It's the end of the day and I'm finally back in my room. The walls are white and bare, the bed frame just came in from a local store and they put it together for me. I have a mattress but the comforter isn't here yet so I've just been sleeping on it bare with a pillow and small blanket. The lamp, nightstand, and dresser pair nicely together and I hope soon it'll feel like my safe place again.There have been rumours around school saying Tara has been sp
Claire's POVMartin takes my hand and we walk hurriedly across the yard. He looks back at me with a smile as we walk up to his house. By the time I step in and the door shuts Martin's encloses me against it, lifts me up, and wraps my legs around his hips. I gasp but it's swallowed with his lips.After I get past the initial shock of the two second ordeal I melt into his body and wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through the dark hair on the nape of his neck. His lips are hungry yet soft against mine. He pushes me up a little further up the door and pulls my chest closer to his.My eyes shoot open and I pull away"Wait what about Lena and Peter?" I ask pantingHe looks at me, breathless "their plumbing is fixed, they moved back yesterday" he says and I nod to go back and kiss his addicting lipsMy fingers rake through his soft hair and I savour each movement of our molding lips. It feels like an eternity since I've touched him, been around him. Three days feels like such
Claire's POVA tear slips past my eyes and I quickly wipe it away and place my hand on his cheek"It's not your fault...you couldn't have done anything" I hug his neck and run my fingers through his hair, trying to calm himI don't really know how to respond"you mean that?" I whisper, he smirks a little and kisses my forehead"Oh, it's a birthmark, I've had it ever since I was born" I tell him running my finger over it. His eyebrows stay knitted and I tilt my head"what?" I askHe looks back up at me and away from the birthmark"nothing, nothing" he shakes his head"I just thought I remembered hearing a story when I was younger. I think it said something about a mark like this..." He trails off, looking into the distance like he's thinking back in a memory"I can't even remember it, never mind" he says with a smile"sorry"My eyes stay wide...I wonder what it was. First Tara's grandmothers prophecy and now a story about my birthmark.... I just smile and don't answer."Now lets get yo
Claire's POV I don't even notice when I fall asleep but I fall into a world of hell. I'm in Martin's house but not in the room I was in before. I'm standing outside his door, staring at the dark wood in front of me. I hear soft cries of pain coming from the other side but my hand will only move in slow motion to the door handle. My heart speeds as different things run through my mind on what could be happening. Is Martin being hurt? Who is screaming?Finally the door opens and I'm paralysed completely. My eyes blink and I try to process the image but I can't. In front of me is my aunt and uncle, late alpha and luna, lay there in the bed, frozen. On top of them is Martin, his large hands wrapped tightly around there necks, squeezing the life from there bodies. I try to scream and beg him to stop but none of them hear me, I'm stuck at the door, staring. Mays swollen belly being crushed by Martin's leg. Tears explode from my eyes and I thrash in place. I scream for Martin to stop, telli