New Wolf novel Chapter 83

I reach behind my ear again to the insignia.

"It's fading. Half of it's already gone."

I have a bad feeling about this. It never goes over well in movies when things like this happen. All that was going through my mind was how I could change things, and what's gonna happen if the Raiders find out they need me. My head felt like it's about to explode with the amount I'm dealing with right now. I thought your teen years were supposed to be selfish and carefree, not worrying about who was gonna die next.

I rub my hands down my face. "This is not how I picture life after dad..." I groaned. I walked over to the sink and just stared at myself for a while. I was wearing one of his shirts that had the school initials in big, bold, white letters on the front. My face was tired and eyes were a bit puffy from crying, creating little sags and wrinkles around them. My hair was still a little damp from my bath, falling in waves to my shoulders. I had cut it just before I moved here, like a new chapter in my life was beginning for dad and I. And little did I know, it was. But my father wouldn't be a part of it.

I turned on the faucet and cup the running water in my hands. I splashed it continuously against my face, trying to jar my nerves stable. I find it ironic how I talked about being strong when I can't even keep it together. How hypocritical of me?

I turned off the faucet, my two hands then balancing myself against the sink. I ran a hand through my hair to prevent it from falling into the view of the sink draining. I look up to my reflection, and as startled as a girl could be, I would have fainted right there.

My eyes were no longer brown, they were green. They were freaking bright, glossy, vivid green. My body drew nearer to the mirror, not actually believing the sight. I rubbed them, blinking more times than I could count, hoping normality would return, but they only change again. To purple. I began to wash my face again, and it's not like I expected it to all go down the drain, but I wish it would. My vision began to get arrayed and blurred, and no matter how much I blinked it got worst. As my hand slammed down on the faucet, I doubled over in pain, a loud groaned escaping my lips. I locked my jaws as labored breaths passed through my teeth. My eyes caught my reflection again to see my eyes were back to green. I could feel the pain circulating from my abdomen to the rest of my body. I crumbled to the ground, not being to bear it any longer. My eyes squeezed shut as I dragged my nails along the tiled floor, a cry of pain passed my teeth and echoed throughout the quiet bathroom. Like a dagger the feeling pierced my skin, tracing from behind ears down to the small of my back. But it didn't stop there, it repeated, went in curves, patterns, lines, and all the while just screamed. I felt like my entire back was being carved out like a soft block of wood by a patient and careful craftsman. Each time a mark was made, I was knocked into oblivion. My vision was soon clouded and tinted, and my tears only made it worst as I tried to claw my way to the door. Memories of my life began flashing before my eyes, with every waking moment evoking more ripples I lost memory of. But in every recollection, my mother was the only one I could see, and it was then that I realize what I truly lost.

"It wasn't a dream," Sage said. I whipped my head to the side of the room, taking in his muscular back and broad shoulders. He was looking out the window for something, and I was curious as to why.

I knitted my brows. "What are you talking about?" I sat up in the bed and the sheet fell to my lap, revealing my naked chest. "What the-" A blush deeply tainted my cheeks as I fumbled with the sheet to cover up. "Sage I get that were mates and everything, and it's nothing you haven't seen before, but that doesn't give you the right to undress me whenever you feel like. What if someone walked in-"

"Do you know how long you've been out?" He walked over to me.