A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 49

"Wounded how bad?" Mom questioned next.

"Shot to the shoulder and graze to the size. They were coated with wolfsbane, and her being half werewolf the affects of the bane was pretty bad. She also had many claw punctures from the shifted rogues. It was bad and she almost didn't make it," I explained in a strained voice.

"S-she's okay now?" Geena murmured.

"Physically for the most part, yes. Mentally, I have not he slightest damn clue. Something at the rogue attack triggered something and I don't know what.

Geena was about to say or ask something else but stopped with her mouth open looking over my shoulder. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and worry. SHe quickly shut her mouth and I looked over my shoulder, too, to see Max standing in the doorway in sweatpants and a baggy long sleeve on. She looked at all of us and went over to the fridge.

"I know you were all talking about me," she stated quietly.

Nobody was saying anything. I was scared if I said anything she would be set off again and would break down.

It was a very tense silence as Max grabbed the strawberries and started to cut them on the counter besides me. Everyone in the room could feel it, even Macey and Lana. Both little girls looked up to the room and then slowly gathered their things and left without a second thought. I wish I could do that.

"Shit," Max said to herself.

Her finger was bleeding from cutting it. Max froze in her place, not even breathing. Her hand was held up to her face, to the blood was running down her hand and arm. I quickly shot up form my seat and walked over to her and grabbed her wrist carefully. I wrapped a towel around her finger to help stop the bleeding.

Max must've snapped out of what ever trance she was in. She tried to push me away but I didn't budge.

"Let me go," Max said quietly, but sternly, to me.

"Why?"

"Let me go!" Max screams and pushes me away.

I let her go and watched as she stumbled trying to get out of the room. I looked over to everyone else who had worried and scared expressions.

Max's POV-

I did it. I told him. Here is the last and final part of my story that I thought I would never have to tell.

It's funny, not in a happy way, but in a dark and twisted way. I come here determined to keep my entire past in the past, never talking about or telling anyone about it, but that's the thing. My past was never behind me. It's always been right there up front holding me back form doing so many things in my life and only now am I starting to move forward to actually becoming somebody. It's all becasue of Logan.

Logan is the reason I'm getting passed all of it. I thought no one could help me but all he's ever done is help me. He may not understand what I went through and what's haunting me, but he's there, he's always there. Logan has always been there to hold me close, or tried to at least, when I needed it most.

I came here is a facade of being okay and tough, but really I was breaking down and fragile. I hate thinking about all the lies I told myself just to get to tomorrow and here I am reliving everything I ever went through and am somehow getting past it all. It makes no sense to me, yet with Logan being here it helps.

I'm on the floor crying into my hands and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm too afraid to look up at Logan to see his expression. Is it stunned, or disgusted? I don't want to explain to him, but I know I'm going to at some point. Like everything else, it's going to have to come up.

I stand up from the floor, still not meeting Logan's eyes and whipped around to the door where I started to run towards. Logan reached out and grabs my arm but I rip away from him. I'm so ashamed of what I did, what I was forced to do.