My mate, My exception novel Chapter 15

I grip the ground and push up, sprinting towards the trail and towards safety as fast as I can. I am almost almost back to the trail when I see it.

A black rope, specifically a bracelet, lying next to a pile of shredded clothes.

I sit against my door slightly hyperventilating, partly due to the fact that I probably sprinted a six minute mile home, but mostly to the fact of what I just saw.

As soon as I arrived home, I texted Jake after digging through my pants last night for his number. I simply wrote "you have a lot to explain".

I'm debating whether or not I still have my sanity. I mean, Jake can't be a werewolf. He can't be. But I can't get rid of the thought of a specific black piece of rope in my head. I mean, what else is there to believe? What other explanation can I come up with.

So I wait. Wait for a text. Wait for a call. Wait for an explanation.

Waiting that I think has ended with my doorbell ringing.

I fly down the stairs and towards the door in no time. I fling the door open and growl in frustration when I see Dylan.

As much as I am confused and angry at Jake, I still wanted to see him so bad. I know these cramps are a result of not seeing him whether or not he is a werewolf. When I open the door I wS hoping it was him and my stomach jumps into my heart as I realize it wasn't.

"What do you want Dylan?" I ask through my clenched teeth as he steps inside my house.

"I wanted to talk, Jen. Did I do something to you? Is it because of that party? I mean, what ever happened to you that night? You disappeared by the time I wanted to leave and I was really drunk...."

"Shut up Dylan!" I yell. I take a deep breath and put my hands on my knees.

I am so frustrated. I'm not even the type of person to snap at people. All I can even think about is Jake and here Dylan is complaining that I was missing when he supposedly wanted to leave a stupid party.

Dylan stands there speechless. I wait for him to say something but he doesn'g so I open my mouth again.

"I'll be waiting for that." He replies with a wink as Jake rolls his eyes.

Jake tenses as I am now standing directly next to him. I quickly close the door on Dylan's face and turn back to face Jake while taking a large step back.

I don't say anything. Even as thousands of thoughts swarm through my brain. He raises his hand to stroke my cheek with two fingers and I turn my face so his hand swipes thin air.

"Please Jen, you'll feel better if we have skin contact." I hesitate, noticing how my stomach still burns painfully. Then I slowly lean forward and allow him to cup my cheek in his hand.

I sigh at the contact as all the pain slides away. My cheek breaks out with tingles, especially as he starts moving his thumb across my cheekbone, right below my eye. I want him to never move his hand off my face, ever. Sadly though, I realize I'm supposed to be still be mad at him.

I lean back yet again to break the contact and he sighs.

"You know it makes me mad when you do that. Back away from me, that is. I'm trying to help." He says sounding sincere.