The Last White Wolf novel Chapter 52

"Come on Chance," Silas whispered pulling me from my thoughts as I realized I was dragged back to the river once more to get clean. No matter who, or how many times I tried, I was never going to get clean, not enough for Austin to want me...

Not fair, I sobbed curling up in my ball on the cold bed. Without Austin's warmth nothing felt the same. I've gotten so used to him being by me yet, all we do is fight and separate. The mark on the back of my neck meant nothing. There was no way in hell did I ever want to mate with Milo. I wanted Austin, not that... I sighed tossing over on my side.

My tail curled meaning I was feeling sorry for myself again. Its always me messing up things that could be so perfect yet I make it look so hard. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, I didn't want blood to be shattered. I didn't want innocents to be stricken from people. I didn't want hearts to ache. Defiantly not. However, that's all that happened.

I rolled over in the bed, my eyes looking at the tent wall and my back facing the curtain opening. I was clearly sulking over this. We were finally going to mate and then Milo stupid ass shows up and ruins what we just fixed! What the hell was this, break up and make up? It was annoying yet I couldn't do anything about it because, Austin had every right to be upset. Then again, it wasn't really my fault... it was Milo's. Just thinking of that idiot made me angry!

Though I was angry, he terrified me. I couldn't even stand straight when his attention was focused on me. My body started to tremble and my mind grew blank or any other thoughts I had. The only thing I could think about was him hurting me again. I had planted a thought in my head thinking that if I saw him again I would be furious. I wanted to curse him out, probably beat the hell out of him (even though I couldn't), because the one I wanted to mate with was Austin. However he took the from me, even yesterday he crushed that little hope of me thinking Austin could mate with me.

"Ngh...!!" My moans were growing louder and there was nothing I could do to cease them, I couldn't even stop my hand if I wanted to. and there was no way in hell I wanted to, the unknown pleasure my hand gave me was weird, even still, it felt pretty amazing. My legs were kicked up meaning my feet were flat on the bed. They were spread wide open, I don't know why but at the moment I couldn't control anything my body did.

I was sweating like crazy in the middle of winter with my room fire was pass long gone, it hadn't been lit in awhile. The cloths were becoming clingy, the silky fabric sticking to my sweaty thighs irritating me (though I was having too much fun with myself to even take it off). My free hand squeezed in a fist full of blanket while I worked myself with the other.