The Last White Wolf novel Chapter 71

God. What have I done!? I backed away, my tears still falling as I sobbed to my self burying my face in my palms. "I'm so sorry..." I cried desperately repeating my self to him. I knew it was to late with the sin I've just cause. "I'm so... sorry Chance... I..." I glanced at the blood, my eyes quickly found something else to gaze upon as an weighted forced my stomach down. My throat dry with fear. Oh my God, that...

I looked up in panic. I could smell a set of wolves coming. Damn it I glanced back at Chance as I quickly walked over to him, pecking him on the lips and whispering the three words I knew he would never say back, before I shifted running away from the crime I just committed.-

"...Milo...?" I Glanced up at Chance as he stared at me. His hands were out to me as he quickly pulled them back realizing what he was doing. Sighing, I scooted back more, away from him. It wasn't me who was dangerous, it was him. Pulling me into a trance like that.

I felt my face twist with confusion, God. What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell have I become? I moved back farther, just smelling his sweet butterscotch of an aroma was hurting me. Why?

"Milo!" Chance yanked at me as I fell to my feet. His hand trembling around my arm as I slightly chuckled Idiot. You're afraid of me yet you're worried at the same time. You're so unfair Chance. Leading me on, seducing me, and more when you don't even belong to me. Mark or not he didn't love me. And it was clear, he never will. "...why are you..."

"I promise I won't harm you ever again..." I sobbed greatly pushing my face to his chest. His body trembled with fear but he didn't move. he just sat there as I cried in his chest. I couldn't keep this bottled up anymore. I couldn't continue this facade of always wanting to lay my hands on him. I just couldn't.

It was to late to apologize, I know. It was to late for forgiveness. It was to late for anything. But I couldn't get rid of this feeling of always wanted to break down when ever he was around me. My throat started to hurt, my chest taking the painful throbs from my heart as all of my cried out to him. I wasn't asking for him to believe me. I wasn't looking for his comfort... I just wanted him to hear me out. I don't care if he believed me or not, I'm tired of all these regrets.

"Milo... it's-" I felt his hands grab at my shoulders as he tried to say something to lift my spirits up. Quickly I pushed my self to my feet pushing his grip off me.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't forgive me so easily! Don't feel sorry for me! I don't want that from you!!" I shouted at him balling up my fist. Yet, the tears were still falling, and the pain in my aching heart wasn't going to change.

"I-i'm sorry..." He flinched looking down at himself. Confusion over why was he still being nice to me after all I did to him was written all over his face. It was written over mines too.

"I can't..." He cleared his throat in guilt.

I moved back a bit, his arms still around me as they didn't fight to leave. I glared up into his eyes though my tears. "Why the hell not!?"

"The attackers already left... the attack is probably happening as we speak."

"No!! Stop it!!" I shouted pushing at him as I fought to get away. His grip wrapped around my wrists as he pulled me back down to my seating. "What are you doing? Let go! We have to stop them!!"