Chapter overview: Chapter 17 from Independent She-wolf
In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Independent She-wolf, grrgb introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
She shifted slightly and picked her head up. Her silver eyes starred into mine. I knew she wanted to shift back. To make things easier for her, I gave her something she would want.
"Here," I said as I carefully got up of the bed. She wasn't scared anymore, but I didn't want to make any fast movements to startle her. "You can shift in the bathroom and then take a shower. I'll go find you some clothes. When you're done, I'll bring you to the guest room. You're probably tired." I didn't look at her as I spoke. For some reason, I just couldn't.
When she jumped off the bed, I led her into the bathroom. I turned on the shower for her and started to go. Just as I was about to walk out of the door, I heard a quiet voice whisper in my mind. "Thank you."
I turned back to see her sitting next to the shower looking at me. I gave her a small smile and responded. "No problem, Danielle."
Dani's P.O.V.
The moment he said my full name, I knew something was wrong. I'd hurt him. I'd hurt Jace, my mate. I'm such a bitch.
As I shifted back and entered the shower, I started to cry again. What the hell was wrong with me? He's probably the best thing that will ever happen to me and I'm driving him away. Why am I doing this.
You're not good enough for him, Danielle, a voice said to me from the back of my mind. They were right. I wasn't good enough for Jace. I didn't come from the same background he did. He had a pack and a good life ahead of him. I was the one who was eternally damned for being something I shouldn't.
I had washed my whole body, but then couldn't take it anymore. I sat down on the floor of the shower and curled up into a little ball. I hugged my knees to my body and buried my face into them. This was so much worse than the break down I'd had when I was younger. More then that, I wasn't even in my own freakin house!
A married sister. No doubt she was a werewolf, but I wondered if her husband was her mate. I would think it would be. I mean, it's very rare that a werewolf doesn't get married to their mates. Sometimes they could be hard to find, but we usually didn't marry someone that wasn't our kind.
Not wanting to contemplate on this too much, I walked out of the bathroom. He was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. When I walked out, Jace just looked at me. After a moment, I went over and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly.
Did I? With him, yeah I kind of did. But now? No, it wasn't the right time. I'd only met him yesterday. Even though he was my mate and had saved my life, I just didn't want to. He would tell me I was wrong to think that I wasn't worth it, but how could I be? I have too much emotional baggage to carry. He'd take that if I accepted him as my mate, but I didn't want to give it to him. Jace was alpha of the Blue Stone Pack. That already gave him a huge job and he didn't need anything else to worry about.

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