A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 9

"it's not your fault, Hannah," Micah reassured her twin.

"Do you think she has an abusive family?" Kyle asked. I growled quietly at that.

"Do you know anything about her family?" Hannah asked.

"No, or anything about her past," I responded.

"Should we follow her? Like in wolf form?" Micah asked.

"I'll go," I said and got up and walked out of the lunch from and the school. I headed straight to the woods and I striped down and shifted. I grabbed my clothes in my mouth and ran to where I first saw her, which was sort of far, but I didn't care.

I caught up to her quickly and stayed hidden in the woods so she wouldn't see me. No one better be hurting my beautiful mate or I will kill them. I saw a few tears fall down her cheeks and all I wanted to do was hold her tight and wipe those tears away.

I watched her run into her apartment, leaving the door open behind her. Only minutes later did her return wearing a black hoodie and shorts carrying a duffel bag. She ran towards a beat up old car and sped off.

On instincts, I followed her. I tried to keep up, but she went onto the freeway and sped off even faster. I kept going the way she went just watching out for her car.

After about an hour and a half we were in, what looks like, a deserted part of a town. Max parked on a corner and walked down the block to an alley. I didn't like the idea of her going down an alley. She stopped at a door, which didn't look like much, she opened it and I heard a lot of yelling and hollering coming from there. I growled. What was this place? And please let it not be what I think it is. Max looked around and went inside pulling her hood down farther over her face, showing none of it.

If its the place I think it is. I don't think she will be coming out for awhile.

"There is a lot to Max we still need to find out," I linked Geena and the group.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Geena replied.

"To start off, I'm about to hours away and from the hours we've all known her, she seems to have some fighting experience and now..." I started but didn't want to finish it.

"Now what?'"Jacob asked.

"Now here I am at one of the underground's street fighting rings," I finished.

"If you think I am just going to leave, while she is still here, you're wrong," I growled.

"Okay, then we're coming with you," Geena decided for everyone, leaving no room for argument.

I didn't say anything back. I just walked through the door that led to a really loud and cruel place. And I can't wrap the thought of Max being a fighter.

Max's POV-

I thought I had the decision I would stop fighting. That I would leave this life behind and never look back again. Then again, this, fighting, used to be my life and you can't just stop your life and change it so suddenly.

Though I did put this part away and haven't thought of it in a while and I finally thought I could go without fighting, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Fighting is my drug and I'm addicted to it. Once you're in this life there's no turning back, everything that has happened here will soon come back and punch you in the face.

After what happened in the lunch room, I have no doubt that the followed me here, but then again, they may not have. I can only hope they didn't. Not only that, but I bet they are making assumptions of me and my life after that, too. They can assume all they want, but they will never get the whole story unless I tell them. There's the story of her, then there's the one of him.

At one point in my life, the only reason I fought was for her. Then another point in my life, I only fought to get away from him. I haven't thought of him in awhile, I put him in the back of y mind in a locked chest. But her. I think about her every day and she's the reason I locked up all my feelings and emotions and walled up my heart.