The Last White Wolf novel Chapter 15

"Sorry..."

"N-no, It wasn't your fault," Austin drew himself back rubbing the back of his neck in guilt, "Just proves how much of an weakling I am."

"Austin," his icy blue eyes met mine, the sad expression and something I couldn't detect filled his eyes as I lost the words I once had. I sat there, staring into his eyes, causing a crease in my brow as I tried to figure out what was behind those confusing eyes. After tired and fidgeting at the long awkward silence, the girl moved pass snapping his attention to her as he cleared his throat. He apologized as she smiled resuming back to her healing on my body. "Are you going?"

"Yeah, have to go check on the others..." And just like that, with the withdrawal of his presence, my heart sunk in sadness. I turned over on my side like the girl had ask, she smooth the cream onto the tender skin trying her best not to harm me. I stared down at my hands, the warmth feeling of Milo's blood still attacking me. I shut my eyes holding in the cries, I'm such a coward...

I opened my eyes, and regretting that I was still alive. The pain slowly eased into my body causing me to grunt with movement. I wasn't on the table anymore but in a bed. Not one that pathetic wolves and humans would sleep in but more like those prison sized beds, yet it was soft as hell. There was an oversize blank resting on me, I folded it back sitting up. I stared around the light brownish tent. The small campfire fixed in the center of the room, its reflection causing part of the tent to look Orange-ish. The chopped wood siting in the corner as the floor was covered with what I'm guessing bear fur. Placing my feet on the furry flooring I smiled, it was better than walking on that cold hard dirt back at the village. Then again, this was the Pyloric's camp. They were one of the top tribes out of our state. They were known for their incredible strengths, strong outlaw rules, luxurious living, strongly against unequal doings and provoking of violence.

"O-okay!! I'll take you to see your mate later!" Austin sighed wiggling a bit on me. I laid on the bed not letting go of him. I really wanted to see Milo but the fact of him thinking Milo was my mate was still bothering me.

"He's not my mate." I mumbled, he placed his hands on the side of me, trying his best to slip out of the grip. He soon stop sighing like he normally did. The familiar silence surround us, he pushed his knees to the side of me, practically kneeling over me as his face was resting on my chest.