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While everybody was doing something productive and fun, I sat outside on the porch steps. I’m not usually one to wallow in self pity, but here I was being a Debby Downer. It angered me that I was being so weak and vulnerable, doubting everything in life and being such a pessimist.

Although my resistance to talk about Weston, it did help beneficially. It made me open my eyes to the fact that I wasn’t completely at fault for my heart break at this moment. It took my mother to realize what everybody had been telling me, he didn’t have to get into a relationship just because I wanted a little break.  We were soul mates for crying aloud!

I missed him.

I missed his warm hugs. I missed our passionate kisses. I missed his teasing and his joking. I missed snuggling up next to him. I missed the sparks that flew whenever we touched. I missed his laugh. I missed his arrogant smirk. I missed everything about him.

What happened to us?

That’s right.

I ended it.

My hands itched to run through his jet-black hair, which he still wore short. I wanted to stare into his blue eyes forever, knowing that nobody else in the entire universe would feel the way I did when I stared into them. I wanted to kiss his soft lips, anticipating the tingles that would erupt throughout my body in the next few milliseconds. He was an addiction, like my own drug – like my own coffee flavor and you all know how much I love coffee.

Ugh, I am such a hopeless romantic!

‘You just lobe him,’ my wolf teased me.

‘You have got to be kidding me. You have to use that right now? Seriously? Thanks for bringing me down memory lane,’ I snapped, remembering the first time that Weston told me he loved me. Although it should have pained me, I couldn’t help the silly smile that crept its way onto my face.

‘He still loves you too,’ she whispered. My heart thudded against my chest before I laughed at her. ‘You don’t believe me?’

‘He has a girl friend and to think I was the hopeless romantic. You’re even worse.’

‘GROWL!’

‘You’re so girly. Couldn’t you just growl instead of actually saying it? That’s like saying OMG instead of saying ‘oh my gosh’.’

‘I’m telling you, he still loves you.’

‘Right, that would be the day Paula Dean stops clogging her arteries with butter.’

‘You’re such a pessimist.’

‘And you’re a nosy gossip girl.’

‘Bitch.’

‘You’re the one that’s a female dog … literally.’

‘Can you just make up with him? I miss my big dog.’

‘Ew, that’s what you call Weston’s wolf?’ I scrunched up my nose, before I sighed sadly. ‘I miss him too. I swear, it’s like I could smell him right now.’

His manly scent wafted up my nose, causing my wolf to purr in delight. I inhaled, drinking it up. My eyes rolled back in contentment and I moaned softly.  

“That’s my favorite sound of all time,” an amused voice joked.

I jumped a foot in the air, snapping my eyes to meet amused clear ones. He ran his hand in his dark hair giving me one of his genuine smiles. He sat next to me, looking at the dark forest in front of us.

I would have been angry that he approached, but there was just something about the way he approached me tonight that said he wasn’t looking for a fight. For the first time in fourteen months, I agreed with him. I was tired of all this hullabaloo.

Yes, I just used hullabaloo.

“You’re still as cocky as ever,” I said, smiling slightly at the memories.

Weston smirked, causing my toes to curl. As cliché as it sounded, there was no other man that could measure up to to his looks. He was excessively handsome to compare.

“I see that you’re still a cranky, old woman trapped in a teenage body,” Weston joked.

I sighed inwardly. He was still the same. He didn’t change much after all.

“You’re comebacks are still lame. Come on, Marshall. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

“It’s hard for a student to learn if he had a crappy teacher.”

“Touché,” I smirked. “I thought you were hanging out with Eli.”

“Eli decided to cut up Jade’s undergarments,” He said, chuckling. Oh gosh, that sound. It was music to my ears. “I didn’t want to be there when Jade throws a tantrum.”

In that precise moment, I laughed at perfect timing. There was a loud crash inside the house. “Elliot Cooper,” Jade growled. “You are such an immature brat!” A high-pitched scream followed – a scream that only belonged to Elliot Cooper.

Weston and I erupted into laughter. Sure, it wasn’t a laugh that made me hiccup, but I still appreciated the fact that I actually laughed in his presence. The silence that followed was actually comforting.

I couldn’t believe that we were actually having a civil conversation.

“So, how’s your mom?” Weston asked, genuinely concerned. I didn’t know what possessed me, but there was just something about him that made me trust him.

“She’s fine,” I sighed. “I just wished I was there to save her. She wouldn’t be suffering right now.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said. Call me crazy, but I think he scooted the tiniest bit closer to me. “You didn’t know it was going to happen. You should stop blaming yourself for everything, Ells.”

“So, you and Hayley?” I asked. Well, in actuality, I blurted it out. I couldn’t help it. The burning curiosity couldn’t be contained any longer. In addition, I wanted to stop talking about my mom before I ended up having a break down again.

His eyes widened, before he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing,” he said simply, shrugging.

For some reason, his answer angered me. I pushed my brown hair out of my face, sure that my green eyes were blazing with anger. “It’s nothing?” I snapped. “What do you mean it’s nothing?”

Was he using her? She was such a sweet girl. For him to be doing that to her was totally wrong. She did nothing wrong to him and he was kissing her up for a heartbreak.

“You wouldn’t understand, Ells,” Weston whispered, irritation blazed in his blue eyes.

“Oh, please enlighten me,” I snapped sarcastically.

“It’s better left unsaid, Danny.”

“She loves you, you know,” my voice started rising now. I stood up, facing him. “And you had to go and break her heart!”

In that moment, tears started spilling out of my eyes. I rubbed furiously at them. In that moment, I was trying to convince myself if I was talking about Hayley or me.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” I yelled.

“Danny,” Weston said desperately. “I’m telling you. Ignorance is bliss.”

“I’m in no mood for secrets right now.”

“Why do you care, huh?” Weston said, his voice rising too. He was so close that I could feel the electricity buzzing around us. I looked up into his darkened eyes. “Why do you care what goes on between Hayley and me?”

“Stop trying to turn the tables, Weston,” I sneered, poking him in the chest.

“Why do you care, Danny?”

“I asked you a question!”

“Why do you care?” Weston growled. “It shouldn’t matter so much to you, Danny! You’re the one who broke it off! So why the hell should you care?”

“Did it ever occur to you that I’m still in love you?” I snapped, tears rolling down my flushed face. I shoved him in the chest and punched him from the built in anger. “Just because I broke up with you doesn’t mean you have to have a girl friend! You want to know why I broke up with you? I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t love you! I just didn’t want you to get hurt and tangled up into my mess! You want to know why? Because I loved you too damn much to watch you get hurt!”

I drew in a shaky breath, sobbing loudly. I didn’t know if Weston could understand me anymore with the way I was speaking. He didn’t say anything, his eyes widening and staring down at me in shock.

“Stupid I, thinking that my own soul mate still loved me. Then there it was! The searing pain that almost made me die, Weston! I almost died because you made love to another woman! Does this mark mean nothing to you?” I asked, shoving my brown hair back and showing him the crescent shaped birthmark on my neck. “So, the answer to your question is pretty clear. I care because I’m still irrevocably in love with you.”

He stayed quiet for a bit before his lips trembled. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You’re not sorry,” I snapped once again. My anger surfaced once again. “If you were sorry or if I meant anything to you, you wouldn’t have been with Hayley!”

“Ells,” Weston replied, broken.

“Don’t, Weston,” I held up my hand. “Don’t pretend to care when you obviously don’t. You’re still that playboy and I was one of those stupid sluts who fell in love with his player ways.”

“God damn it,” Weston growled, his eyes turning black. He punched the cement wall of the house, leaving a dent on it. I automatically flinched back, although I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. If you still loved me, you would have faith in our relationship! If you still loved me, you would have made sure that you would keep our relationship alive despite the drama that comes with being a Healer. If you still wanted a relationship, we would still fucking have one! Don’t give me that shit that I didn’t care for you when you gave the impression that you didn’t love me anymore when we broke up! So stop being jealous of my relationship with Hayley!”

“You’re an asshole,” I screamed, shoving him in the chest.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jarred shouted, running out the back door. He put himself in the middle of Weston and I. Weston’s eyes were no longer a crystal blue, but pitch black. His growls filled the silence in the air. Jet, Eli, Abigail, Stacey, and Jade were watching with wide eyes from the porch. Beau stood at my side, glaring at Weston.

“Step away, Hunter,” Weston said, breathing in and out. “This is a conversation between me and Danny.”

“This conversation has ended,” Jarred said. “You need to calm the fuck down.”

“Whatever,” Weston muttered, looking at me before he ran off. His clothes shredded, his beautiful gray wolf sprinting into the forest.

“Beau, calm Danny down.” It was only then that I realized my fur was itching to escape my skin and my growls escaped low and vicious. “There might be hunters in the forest and the last thing we need is a dead Alpha,” Jarred ordered.

My blood ran cold, stopping my growls and snapping me out of my anger. I watched as Jarred ran off towards the woods in his wolf form. After hearing what Jarred said, I wanted to follow him to make sure that my mate was okay.

“Danny, you’re not going there,” Beau ordered, reading my thoughts through the mind link. He was a higher Healer than I was, so I was possessed to stay where I was.

I looked at him angrily, storming into the house with fresh tears running down my face. I ignored the calls of my friends and cursed myself for being so stupid.

‘Please be okay,’ my wolf whispered at the same time I did.