Your Mistake -- Chapter One

Chapter One

“So will we meet you there or are you going to come with us?” I ask the two of them, they look at eachother before Reed opens his mouth to speak. I  really wish he would stop talking and instead my lovely mate would speak up. Of course nothing came out of her mouth since she practically told me she didn’t care that I was her mate. It hurt a little but I try not letting it get to me as I’ve done the exact same treatment to her for years.

“We don’t exactly have a car. I usually just take the bus or walk to wherever I need to go, Lacey prefers to walk. It’d be beneficial to ride in a car together and get to know each other,” Reed says and beside him Lacey holds her dog in her hands, stroaking her fur gently.

We all gather into the car, much to my liking I sat on the passengar side well my father drives and the two siblings in the back of the car. I want to be close to my mate and smell her. Her lavendar scent making me want to just hold on to her and not let her out of my sight. I stare at her through the mirror on the side. As soon as the car turns on she lets down her window down. Reed glances over at his sister every once in a while to make sure she’s okay.

“So... do you wanna maybe go out somewhere?” I ask Lacey not sure I can take that much more of a hit on my ego if she denies me. I’ve been able to get a girl any other time, how come not now?

“No,” she says not taking a chance to even consider it. She looks at me and it showed in her eyes she had no interest in even wanting to get to know me as a mate. Instead she looks frightened and I didn’t even know what I’ve done so far. The scared look goes away with a blank of an eye and her composture is as cold as liquid nitrogen, maybe even colder then that. “I told you before. I didn’t even want a mate.”

Her brother looks at me shrugging but not apoligizing for her actions. I guess she probably didn’t tell him what she goes through during school, he’d probably kill us now that I think about it. Considering he hasn’t tried wrapping his hands around my neck he can’t know. He has the protective look in his eye and she didn’t seem like she would be stable if her brother weren’t around.  

Her stormy grey eyes had the look like she’s in a whole other place at the moment. This place not being one of them. I wish there were a way I could reach into her mind. Something tells me she doesn’t open her mind link, I can’t think of one time when a random thought of hers has come out through the mindlink. Looking at her brother and hearing his voice I don’t think I’ve seen him say anything either. Trying to reach for their mind it’s almost impossible, like they’ve trained to put their guard up for years.

Somehow, whatever brick wall Lacey had built up I would find a way to break through it. I watch her from the mirror, keeping close to the window inhaling and exhaling deeply. I notice how even then there’s still a huge gap between Lacey and her brother. The distance between them, a few times I saw Reed debate whether or not to hug or hold her hand.

It’s easy to tell that even Lacey didn’t let anyone touch her at home. Being naturally curious I know I’d need to tune it down some. After all curiosity did kill a cat. I didn’t have nine lives to spare either. I only have one and I plan on staying much alive so I could get to meet my new found mate. I’ve had years to learn more about her yet I didn’t even know anything but her name and the fact that she didn’t have much money considering the rags she wears to school everyday. Jeans, sneakers, and a oversized hoody. No make up, not like she needed any with her beautiful storm grey eyes and her wavy black hair that went a few inches past her shoulders. I often wonder why I didn’t see the beauty in her. Maybe because its hidden. She didn’t do anything to draw attention to herself. I’m sure if she wanted too she could draw the eyes of many.

The thought of that didn’t please me very much. I didn’t like the thought if another guy were to look at her with a spark of hunger or want in his eyes. Anyone to lay a hand on her male and not related would feel the wrath if I didn’t just go straight to snapping there neck. I will do anything and everything I can to keep my mate safe even if she doesn’t want anything to do with me. No one would dare come near her and I can’t wait to tell the whole world that she’s my mate. Humans in the school would be shocked and unsure of why the girl I’ve tortured all these years is suddenly my girlfriend. I wouldn’t mind though, they don’t have to know anything. That’s if I could convince her to even let me intoduce her to my friends in a whole new perspective. Sighing I slip my iphone out of my pocket looking for Thomas’s number. A few other texts were visible and I use my finger to scroll them down and see the majority were from my one night stands �" obviously they didn’t get the whole it’s a one night shin dig.

I couldn’t even tell you how they got my number. My guess is well I was sleeping they got my number that way. If I didn’t have my mate I wouldn’t complain so much but I did. Scrolling through there texts I deleted them all without ever reading them. Going through contacts of some girls I went to see on more then one occasion and deleted their numbers. They were werewolves as well so they’d get the jist I found my mate, we all had an arrangement about that. Tapping on to Thomas’s number I send him a quick text.

Me: Hey I need your help on something, a big something. It’s super important please get back to me I’m freaking out. I have big news you can’t tell anyone, except for Terry but no blabber mouthing! :/

Thomas: Holy f**k you’re lucki Terry and I just finished. Wut is it? And k sup?

Me: Dude that’s to much information. Anyways I found my mate and the thing is she doesn’t like me, in fact she plain out told me she wants nothing to do with me. It doesn’t help I haven’t been particulary the best towards her either and I want it to work out. You were right, the moment I laid eyes on her the whole future unfolded before my eyes and now I can’t see it any other way. Her mind link isn’t open and I just can’t seem to find anything right to say to her.

Thomas: OMFG who cares about my sex life! Who is it and how could they resist u? Is she blinde? Whatever you do remain calm, I REPEAT STAY CALM. Don’t piss her off gurls get all wacko and s**t.

Me: She won’t even talk to me. I don’t know what to do? Maybe I could apoligize to her? Maybe I could try to get her to give us a clean slate? Girls like that right?

Thomas: Dude I want u 2 do what u think is rite. Anyways I gtg time for round four. ;)

I didn’t even bother responding back to that afterword. There’s no way I’d get a reply considering the fact that they obviously have some stuff going on right now. Considering that his mate is three years older then him and they both can’t exactly have kids they’ve been thinking about adopting a boy or girl from the werewolf adoption agency. Sometimes two wolves would get together and have an offspring that they didn’t want and they’d get put into an adoption agency. Though the rates for kids weren’t as high on demand and most wolves tend to use a condom as well as the other wolf on birthcontrol. Still for couples of the same sex they could still have kids by adopting them.

Thomas left me with a big decision one that I didn’t know how to deal with. Thinking about it I decide that I'll sleep on in then come up with some way to woo her. Something tells me a fancy resturant and seeing a movie is definitly out of the picture given the fact she hates physical contact. Being connected to her brother so closly she may want to have him near her at all times.

Arriving more towards the pack house I hope everyone isn’t there. I didn’t know how Lacey would feel if it got out that we’re mates. She seems like she’s a little touchy and I don’t want to bother her or make a nuisance to everyone that she’s my mate. That’s a lie, I want the whole pack to know, I want the school to know, hell I even want the whole world to know that she is mine and mine alone. No person would dare come near her or hurt her. I would make sure of that.

“Can I show you around the pack house when we get there? I don’t think you’ve ever been there. I don’t see you at the meetings or anything so you should know where eveything is. It is a pretty big house afterall,” I tell Lacey looking at her through the mirror. She looks over at me with a disgruntled look and just mutters out a whatever.

Looking over at my dad driving, almost normal for once which never happens, he his lips curve upwards into a smile. The b*****d is actually amused by the fact that my mate doesn’t want me and that I have to work for it. My eyes narrow at him debating whether or not to growl. Not wanting to cause a scene or possibly scare her I decide against it.

Reaching the front of a rocky drive way my father slows down. A huge house appears in sight about halfway up the drive way, I look to see if she had any experssion on her face but instead it’s hard.

The whole house is a regular house average people live in just about quadruple the size. A plain white house with a red door and trimmings. A perfect square guarden on the side of the house made by the women and kids who stayed home. Some of them preferred to have jobs well others would look after the children. Small houses were built around the big which is the main pack house. Some people like to live in the pack house, some own their own house right by, and others like my mate and her brother live in town to have the normal human experience. Many cars didn’t seem to be there which I have a feeling has to do with the party invitation that I got a text to earlier.

A few regular lights similair to ones you see going down the street during the dark were surrounding the loopy drive way, going by all of the other houses.  Solar power battery store the light from the sun so it could be used later for during the night time. A few howls went off during the distance, most likely due to some early risers who like to go for a run during this time. I never saw why someone would want to drag themselves out of bed. The crescent moon stood tall in the sky, small stars surrounding the whole area above. A warmer breeze flowing through the air as the weather is gradually getting warmer.

I hear a small yawn come from my eyes as her eyelids slowly start to droop. She manage to keep herself awake for the most part until we parked in our drive way. Letting her window roll up she steps out of the car stretching out from a ride that seem to go on forever. Everyone else joins her getting out of that car, I even here a tired yawn from my father who happen to be a huge night owl.

“I just want to go to bed,” she whispers over to her brother who walks up to stand by her. “Can we just be shown to the guest rooms?”

“Yeah of course we can. It has been an exaughsting night full of surprises after all. I’m going to go make a cup of warm milk then head to bed,” my father says and I see Lacey’s eyes light up.

            “Can I have some?” she asks in a excited tone, her voice still quiet as she wraps her hands around herself.

            “Of course. How about we all go in and have a glass before my son will show you to your rooms.

 A half-hour later it’s more then obvious that my mate is ready to go to bed. She had to keep shaking herself to stay awake. Everyone else seem to notice this as well. It’s been a tiring night for everyone. My father waves heading off to bed leaving me with the both of them. For once out of the whole night Lacey’s eyes shift over to my own. Her feelings completley blocked out.

“I don’t want anyone to know that you’re my mate yet. It’s nothing personal just I don’t think I’m exactly ready for any of this...” she says trying to spare my feelings. I nod my head sighing, I needed to tell everyone. How did she expect me to keep this a secret from everyone?

“I’ll try but can I just hold you hand for a second? I just want to feel the sparks like everyone always talks about,” I ask her looking at her brother. He glances at me before glancing at his sister as if saying it’s your choice.

For a brief second she holds her hand out. I reach over to hold it gently and carefully with caution. Even within doing that she still flinches, causing my heart to clench. The sparks were electric flying through out my body, I hope it felt the same for her as well. A huge smile appears on my face and then she quickly retreats her hand back to her side. Content I’ve made a small amount of progress with her I show them to the two guest rooms�" as close to my room as possible.

Without knowing it Lacey subconciously choses the room right next to mine. I brought her bag up as well since she insisted she needed it with her. I didn’t want to turn a little something into nothing so I got it for her, a sign of relief went through her brother’s eyes when I did. She heads into the room closing the door. Quietly her brother whispers something into me ear.

“I think once she gets accustomed to you it’ll be better. She has a hard time with people due to an unpleasant past. Whatever happens just don’t take it personal okay?” he asks me before retreating into his room. Leaving me in the hallway by myself, shortly after retreating to my own.

 

Closing the door gently I set my small blue tote bag on the bed looking around the room. The room is big enough that the apartment is probably reduced twice the size. I go back to the door wiggling the handle to see if it would come off. I turn the handle locking it so no one from the outside could come in. The room is a mix of chocolate and vanilla. Brown and white surround the room matching nicely with everything. The walls were a nice creme well the borders were a dark brown. Going to the window I examine them. They were decent size if I ever needed to consider myself getting out of here quickly. Adjacent from the window I see some room to jump on to the roof. Looking down at the ground I decided I needed to practice that some considering we were six floors up, approximately sixty feet, twenty yards, or however you would like the measurement to be.

Convinced no one will be able to make their way up here, it'd be like suicide I open my windows widely letting the night breeze flood in the room. Getting out all of the hot and used air making it stuffy, the cool breeze had a hold on my body calming it down. Almost like a person petting a cat, except the caress of the wind calms me. Seeing two doors similar to the one I walked through to get into the room I head over to opening them carefully, clutching a knife in my hand. 

 

Quickly opening and holding the knife I see a regular bathroom, it is set up as if I were at a hotel. Towels folded nicely in a compartment, five blocks to put whatever is needed. Lots of toilet paper stalked up as well, condoms, and other necessary items if someone were to come over. It's a full royalty treatment. More then I would ever need. The shower, as well with a big round tub that look like it could fit two people. That'd be nice to take a bath in one day when I have the time. 

I don't understand why anyone would ever need this much. Some clothes, food, and shelter is all my brother and I have needed for years. Occasionally we would treat ourselves to some rare occasion night out. This place looks like it's made for the Queen of England to come over and sip some tea, I think to myself as I just got done looking around some. 

The other door led to a walk in closet. Compartments for jewelry, shoes, purses, dresses, and anything else a girl could want. No doors were in the room so I close the door as I walk out, scanning the area one last time. I didn't care if the people from my past were dead. I would never not to want look, though they may be dead they haunt my dreams day and night, asleep or awake. I made sure to take every precaution before going to bed. Taking a regular pistol out of my bag, I look to make sure it's fully loaded and ready to be used if necessary by the nightstand. Changing into grey sweat pants and a pink sweatshirt I allow myself to fall into bed. Completely wrapped up in the blanket. Closing my eyes I easily fall asleep, knowing it's desperately needed, but I also dread the fears of what happens when I sleep. 

The next morning I expected to wake up peacefully in the apartment in my bedroom. The warm sun shining in my face, a cool breeze being admitted through the windows. Instead I woke up to viscious  knocking and screaming, frustrated voices calling out in curses. Groaning, I roll out of the bed as I hear the calm down some.

“I’ll slam through the door on the count of three and open it up.  One, two, three,” Logan calls out just as I open the door he comes running in, not being able to stop himself he slams into the wall groaning as he falls on the  floor.

“What are you idiots doing?” I ask in an angry voice not liking the fact I got woken up. The clock on the wall showing me it’s about one thirty. Instead of seeing the blue sky and the smiling sun I see angry bolt of lightening strike in the air followed after by the grumbling of thunder.  Exactly matching how my mood is.

“I told him you’d be fine Lacey, but he just had to see his mate and you wouldn’t answer the door. He started going hysterical when he jiggled the handle and found that it’s locked. I told him it’s something we do at our place but he just didn’t get  it,” Reed says standing in black boxers, a long faded white scar across his heart all the way down to his abdomen.  His black hair spiked up  and he looks as if he just got woken up as well. Glancing over I look over at Logan who’s just getting up from the floor.

“What is wrong with you? Didn’t you realize we had a late night last night and I was tired?!” I groan, he looks up around the room trying to speculate if I did anything else. His eyes eventually land on the gun, they widen in shock.

“What the hell do you have a gun for?” he asks looking at me and then my brother. “Did you know that she has this?!”

      “I knew she had her knives with her, but I didn’t expect her to take my gun from the drawer. How’d you manage to even find it in there anyways?” he asks me and I just shrug giving him a small smile.

            “It’s not that big of a deal. Everyone has a gun now in days. It is the beauty of living in the middle of nowhere.”

            I knew that isn’t  really  the  point of why he’s questioning me but I knew it wouldn’t be much use since I wouldn’t talk either. He didn’t need to be all up in my buisness and I didn’t care if he’s my mate or not. I meant what I said not wanting a mate. Just because I found him it didn’t change anything. I felt the sparks, the connection, but everything from my past still outweighs my whole future.

            “I don’t have to explain anything if I don’t want too. Now if you don’t mind my plan that I do everyday is already been delayed. I’m going for a run,” I tell my brother before bouncing down the stairs, Logan’s question still unanswered.

            Running always helps me clear my head, of course as much as I love running in my wolf form I love running in my human form even more. Everyday, usually as soon as I get up in the morning (which is usually around four since the nightmares) I go for a run. It gives me time to think, ignore feelings, and awkward situations such as the one I'm in now. I didn't exactly know the whole area well so I just trusted my instincts and ran wherever my legs took me.

It didn't bother me by the fact that I'm dressed head to toe and in the soon to be summer heat. I wear this almost all year round, considering it's usually dark when I'm running I change into shorts and a tank top. Not today though, I didn't have time as I try to put as much distance between me and my mate.

The woods I haven't been near in a long time, always paranoid of what might come out of them. Living in the town in an apartment didn't help, stores, and houses were close by. I didn't fear the woods, I'm a wolf we partially dominate them taking down enemies or anything that's threatening us. Not much bothered us besides rogues, occasionally we'd see a bear but they'd look at us and move grumpily ignoring us.

Not much seem to ponder in my mind, the only thing that seem to be there is my mate. Logan, I agree I loathe him. I have for years, he's abused, manipulated, bullied me, and I hate it. Oh how karma is a b***h punching him in the face. I saw how I said my words last night exactly how they affected him. I wouldn't reject him, no but he would have to earn his trust and the right to be called my mate.

Then there's the inner demons, how would I deal with them? I tried therapy, it didn't work. I relied on drugs, it made it worse. I tried going to the graves where I knew the corps were buried six feet under. None of the things worked, nothing could ever help with all the pain that I've been through. The thought of Logan touch me is enough to make me flinch, I don't know whether I would crave his touch, cower in fear, or stab him with one of my silver blades.

Then there's the feeling I got when he touched me last night, I'd want to do all three of those things. I yearned for him to come closer and touch me, as well as flinch at the thought of flashbacks from the past, and oh I'd want to stab for the pain he's caused me. Emotionally and physically I couldn't just blame it on the bullying, no there were more problems as well that have to do with me. He didn't make my life any better. As I jog, I jump and duck under the branches and fallen trees through the forest my hand caresses the three circular scars that were faded.

A small fear went through my body as I did, the hair on the back of my neck seem to stand up a revolting smell floats into my nose catching a whiff of it. Not liking the smell but still I put my head in the air smelling where it comes from. Whatever has been killed it had lots of blood, the worst part is I don't know if its been a few days or a few months. The smell of carcasses nearby I stop jogging and look around trying to find the source of the whole thing.

I head towards the source, oh how I regret, the area looks as if it just rained blood. It still moist, the urge to get rid of my morning snack obvious. Limbs were hung around and internal body parts everywhere. It looks vicious, almost inhumane. No normal person could've done this. Not with what seem to be so many bodies. I back up towards a tree, inhaling and exhaling, my hand comes in contact with a cold and wet surface. I turn my head to see multiple heads placed on the tree limb. My mouth drops in shock and I do the last thing I've expected. I scream as loud as I can, it going on and not stopping. Every animal within the mile probably ran away from the loud sound. Screaming and warm tears falling down my face I drop to my knees, curling in a ball hugging them.

Sounds were heard from the distance, a small rustle in the bushes and I turn my attention towards it. Standing up, getting ready to shift into my wolf if I had too. The majority of my body covered in blood as it seem to drip down from the trees. I let out a low growl as four individuals make their way out in their naked human glory holding there hand up surrendering.

Logan, Alpha Eric, my brother, and my guess the beta come out through there. The eyes turning revolting. Logan sets his eyes on me and runs over getting ready to check if I am alright. Obviously needing to touch me he leans over and I scream out frightened. Closing my eyes wishing that this is nothing but a sick and revolting nightmare. I open my eyes to have them look at me with worry. The blood all over my hands isn't gone. My clothes now stained forever with blood. I stare at them with a timid look. Going from Logan's to my brother.

"I-- I didn't kill them I promise, I went for a run like I always do and I j-just found them when I smelled blood. I-- and," is all I manage to get out before my breathing starts getting heavier going up in down, my breath starting to get hard to catch. My heart starts racing, my chest growing with uncomfort. Shortly after I black out not remembering anything.

"Is she okay? What happened?" a familiar voice says, one that's been torturing me for years.

"She'll be fine she just had a panic attack. It happens every once in a while she'll live. I just hope her nightmares tonight aren't consisted with she saw. What was that? No regular animal would go and do that to humans or werewolves. That attack, it was a sadistic torture, as if whoever did it enjoy it," my brother Reed says to the voice.

 

"I'll have to check in more on it. I didn't even know that it was there. My guards are all at the edge of the border. Who could've snuck in and done that though?" Logan asks, "we're one of the most feared packs, not because we're brutal, because every fight we've been in we've always been able to succeed in winning it."

 

"Well if I were you I think I'd focus on getting some guards to sniff around and see if they can get a trail. It might be a long shot, this look like it happened a few days ago... then at the same time there's the wind and storm that's been going on. My sisters soaked, I don't even think she bothered to care about the rain, like usual she'll ignore her problems." 

 

"They're trying to get a scent but I don't know how well they'll succeed. This is just horrible and I can't even imagine how Lacey feels, I know a few of the guards lost all their breakfast and lunch. A few that can deal with the gruesome things are gathering the pieces and trying to clean up the scene." 

 

I groan trying to open my eyes. A headache emerging as my eyes flicker open, the harsh winds from the outside whipping around. A whistling floating throughout the air. Logan and Reed were by my side, both of them equally sharing the same concern and worry. At first I didn't speak, I didn't know what to say in a situation like this. I've done nothing but try my best to move on from my past the whole time as we all sit there in silence. A tension in the air, one that I'm familiar with, not knowing what to say. It's something that I could deal with. I didn't want to talk. Instead I just sat there on the bed curled up in a small ball.

 

Eventually the silence, began to bore and instead I fell into another restless sleep. A new nightmare emerged. Pulling me in as if I'm apart of it, making me watch the gruesome things that were being done.

 

The place is the same as before, all too familiar. It isn't the same place as where the bodies were that I found. Not instead there were six of us including me and whoever drove. Four werewolves and the other two were humans, both a mate pair. I could hear the laugh, an almost evil one like the typical ones heard in the movie when a villain thinks they've one. In this case he did win, he kept a mask on the whole time not letting us being able to get a good look at him. Not that he needed to show us, we were off to die anyways. I knew this trip, they brought me here to inflict fear if I ever went and ratted them out. No, instead I watch every few weeks a few people being torn to shreds.

 

It's their warning to me that if I were to ever tell another living soul then they would make sure that they get their revenge on me. They'd do even more worse and inexplicable things then anyone could describe. Finally we got to a place, as beautiful as it looks it's where they kept their trophies. The crystal water, as clear as it is had more blood then anyone should see in a life time in there. Trees around leaving only and oval type of land. One by one we were all taken out of the van, fear crosses the faces of many as they see the heads of the ones that were there before them.

 

All of them were in different stages of decomposition, from little nicks of the small wooden creatures eating it to the hot sun shining on the face. The smell of the place is enough to make anyone throw up. It's exactly what I did each time. Nothing I could do to help these people without getting myself killed in the process. No, there's no hope for these people anymore. They would all be killed.

 

My brother left behind at home locked in his bedroom with no way to escape. He didn't endure as much physical and mental pain as I did. They seem to favor torturing us the most. The driver didn't speak, instead he smiled through his black mask at the people who scream and shouted for someone to come. I was the odd one out sitting their quietly. My arms were the only thing tied back, he knew I wouldn't run, because if I did I would endure a pain much more painfully then what he's about to do. 

 

Then he shifted into his wolf, a big pure black wolf, a viscous growl emits from its mouth as he charges forward at the first person. Their eyes looking as if they were going to pop out of his skull. The wolf took its mouth and clamped down feasting on the humans leg like it's a turkey dinner, mutilating it and spitting it on the human. Blood began to come out, soon enough his whole body is covered in red, the screams start to lower down. He doesn't even stop after that. He over kills the body killing and torturing as much as he could. Decapitating the body afterwards and putting it with the rest of them in the tree. 

 

In reality I could feel myself screaming loud, my wolf trying to pry me awake. The sensations all felt to real, maybe because it has happened before in the past. I stood watching everything happen, replaying it over and over. That's until the shock of my body being submerged into cold water. My eyes jerk open and I jump out of the water ready to defend myself for anything that's there.

 

Instead there's nothing to worry about as my eyes come in contact with Logan. I couldn't scream at him and be angry like I wanted too. How could I when he did the best thing he could think of, save me from the torture I have tried to forget all these years. I get up from out of the bathtub ignoring the wet clothes as I stare into his eyes.

 

"Thank you," I croak out to him, I didn't bother to take a step closer and engulf him into a huge hug. I couldn't even remember the last time I've experienced someones ares wrapped around me except when I was being choked with their hands. "Where's my brother?"

 

"He's down with everyone else helping out the best he can. He knew I wouldn't take my eyes off you well you slept. I can go call him if you'd like," Logan says with a small smile and I just shake my head.

 

"No this is a good time for us to have a bit of a chat, especially about what I will do to you if you touch me again," I tell him. "Plus it's better we talk about this alone. I don't feel like having you get upset with a bunch of people. I'm trying not to draw attention to myself.”