The Last White Wolf novel Chapter 73

"Levi!" He frowned tripping as I unconsciously caught him, fuck my obsession. It wasn't that big of a trip, since he really caught himself on me, but still... I sighed.

"Lets just go back to the tent." I stated before walking away. He nodded following me as silence consumed us. What was there to say? How could I explain why I kissed him? It wasn't possible, well not for him to understand that is. I shouldn't have to explain anything, I shouldn't have to do anything. Its just that... holding on with a string of hope left, when it's already snapped is hopeless itself.

We entered the ten as Chance was sitting on the pallet, his head buried into his palms as he was thinking hard on something. Wow, he had the perfect chance to escape, yet he's still here. I sat down close to the curtain exit as Milo was the center between me and Chance.

Of course Milo was already looking at Chance, the thought our my kiss to him already gone from his mind. Chance lifted up his head as he looked at Milo. The expression on his face angering me at this point but I had to control it. For Milo's sake.

"Umm..." Chance began as he broke the silence. He played with his fingers as he stared at them, thoughts running through his head. They were probably fixed on Austin. I really wanted to know what happened that made Milo cry into my arms, but, Milo probably didn't want me to know.

"Don't," Milo said glancing at me then back at Chance. I knew it! Why can't I know!?

"Milo, I'm sorry for the pain that I caused you even though you've always been there for me..." he hoarsely said still looking at his hands and ignoring Milo's words.

"Don't feel sorry for me," Milo gritted through his teeth.

"I'm not Milo- I'm- I've... " I looked up at the slightly red Chance in confusion. Weren't you afraid of him a while ago, what is this? "I treated you bad, when I shouldn't have."

"No, we already have three tribes to destroy now, lets kill them later." Marcus sighed as I pouted but agreed. Of course I was the strongest wolf alive, and everyone was going to know that, death or pain, they will know. I chuckled at my thoughts as I followed Marcus who started to leave. One, two, three. Poof dead, every wolf goes. Dies. Under my paws. ha.

"Why not? It's just water!" Someone yelled causing me and Marcus to quickly duck back behind a thick tree. Marcus looking across for the voice as I shifted into my wolf, digging my nails into the bark for grip and balance as I climbed up it. It didn't take long for me to get to the middle of the tree where I perched on a thick branch for hold.

"Cause Milo, It's cold!" The caramel boy with tight curls expressed frowning with a slight blush on his face. I'm guessing, Milo, the boy on the side of him giggled.

"Afraid of getting a little wet?" Milo smirked as the caramel boy blushed a bit before taking off running. Unfortunately he was knocked to his feet by a toned chested young wolf. He looked up rubbing his face as he frowned and his face deepened more with blush. Apparently Milo didn't find this funny as the breath taking smiling, was taken off his lips and replaced with him biting his bottom lip in.