Your Mistake -- Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Rule One, no one is to know that we are mates yet. I don’t want them to ask questions and I certainly am not ready for all the attention. If some people make a guess let them. Whatever you do don’t confirm or deny it.

The morning I woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm. Waking up I remember it's Monday, I remember I have a mate, and most importantly that we have school. Groaning I get out from underneath the covers and go into the closet where I've transferred some of my clothes. The area consists of a few pairs of bras, underwear, sweatshirts, tank tops, sweats, and jeans. Then the one pair of sneakers that I have that are close to falling apart.

I go for my usual or a lacy black bra and matching underwear as well with a plain black tank top, a plain grey hoodie, and my jeans. Simple easy, manage to get dressed in less then five minutes shoving on my sneakers afterwards. Walking to the bathroom I brush my teeth, combing my hair by brushing my hands through it a few times.

A quiet knock on my door grabs my attention as I walk over to see who it is. Opening up I see Logan's smiling and happy face. I get ready to close the door on his face but he pushes it open with ease walking in the guestroom I'm staying in. His eyes glance at me and then around the room, to the gun on the side desk.

"I'm already ready for school, are you? I plan on driving you there to make sure you get there safely. I'll introduce you to my friends and everything as well tell them you’re staying at the pack house for a while," Logan says staring at me. I knew there would be no way I could get him out of me going with him. I'd be lucky if I could go to the bathroom at school without him sending someone to watch me.

“Oh Logan I’m more then sure that your friends already know me. I rather not have you introduce me to them either. Just tell them your father forced you to take me. We need to be acting the same. How do you think it looks when you go and introduce me to your friends? No that’s not happening,” I tell him and he growls well I just ignore him. “Can we go now?”

This isn't usually how I am. If anything this is no where how I act, just something about Logan has always aggravated me as soon as I saw him. I don't know if it would keep happening but at the same time I didn't care. The farther apart Logan and I would be the more I'd feel safe. I didn't care if he's been an a*****e to me all these years, but it didn't mean that I trust him. The Alpha's son or not, I have no idea. Maybe there's a such thing as false mates? Deep down I think my wolf and I both know that's not the case.

Just give him a chance, she says. He's different from all the other guys and he will protect us. He won't judge us on our past. Just try and work it out with him, we could've always got someone much worse then him you know. 

She's right there are much worse people in the world then Logan. There are horrible people that torture and kill people for their amusement. Playing us like we're little puppets and if the show doesn't go on as they want to you'll pay the price. A game I'm all to familiar with, one I don't want to experience anytime soon. My wolf may want me to go to him, but it's a risk I'm more then preparing to take to avoid it at all costs. True love or loneliness? If I'm alone no one can hurt me that way again, when I let my guard down bad things happen.

Looking around Logan isn't around, if anything he's probably pissed, the sound from outside draws me back from the reality of thinking about my nightmares. Even now they still have a strong hold on me, if only they would go away and let me live. I can't change the things that happen or my parents death, I did manage to protect my brother for the most part. The hunter's weren't all to much into me. They worked with someone else in my past, with another pack that's cruel enough to did what they saw earlier. I just can't remember who.

I didn't have anymore time to think about it anymore, no I'd think we I took the ride from Logan. Taking my book bag that has a small tear on the bottom I hurry before he decided to ditch me. He sat in the car patiently and I got in the passenger side equally as quiet as he is. The doors automatically locked as he sped off. 

Today is actually one of my better days, everyone's tired from their weekend activities to think much about little ole me. Some were left a little tipsy, something that's amazingly hard for werewolves as they have to drink a major amount. The metabolism of ours breaks down fast as we use almost all of our energy, why the majority of us are all athletic looking. 

One of the activities I enjoyed is running in my human and werewolf form. Sadly from the lack of sleep I've been getting over the weekend I haven't been able to do that this morning. I've been lacking especially since my mind would always come up blink or somehow Logan will slip to my mind when it's unwanted. Nothing I could do to stop thinking about him. The little glances he gave me I could tell he wants to know what I'm thinking. I've built blocking my mind link from everyone for years. Not even my brother could smuggle his way in and he's been doing it just as long as I have. He taught me all the tricks, I've just manage to use them better.

"Can you tell me what you're thinking about? Just one small thing? That's all I'm asking since you haven't exactly let me get closer to you..."

"My past," I tell him not mentioning anymore. 

"So are you a virgin?" he blurts out asking me and I look down playing with my hands finding some sort of way to answer that question. I didn't know how to answer that. I mean of course I did but it's not like any of it was willingly. 

"No I'm not a virgin. I lost it quite a while ago," I tell him and I could see the small flash of hurt that crossed his eyes before it being replaced with anger. He's mad about what it is I've done but I'll ask a same question right back at him with the same answer. Everyone knows he had quite a reputation with the ladies. "Are you on--"

"Who took your virginity? I want to know and you are not leaving this car until you tell me. I will forcibly get it out of you if I have to," he told me and I roll my eyes looking out the window, its not like it mattered anyways.

"Too bad I'm not going to tell you the name. Besides he's dead anyways. It's something from my past, it's actually really something I'd rather forget about my past. Can we please move on to a different topic?" I ask him in a low voice wanting to avoid his questioning stare.

I didn't respond to anything he said afterwards. I wasn't in the mood to question and comment on what he's asking me. he eventually... And stop asking me questions. We arrived on school at time as usual. I tried to discreetly slip out of the car but there were stairs everywhere. They were on me. Madilyn's eyes work specially on me and I didn't like that one bit. If you saw me near her boy toy she'd kill me. She and I never got along.

She always tried to make me look bad no matter what even if I didn't do it. When I was younger she spilled water purposely on the front of my pants, making it look like I peed myself. One time in gym she took my clothes leaving me to have to wear my dirty gym clothes. That's only after the teacher told her to give me my stuff back. She told me my other stuff got dropped in a puddle somewhere. Yeah right, the b***h probably took it and threw it away in the trash. I never said anything, I didn't bother to get mad like she wanted me to. It would only make her feel like success if I gave her reaction. So I never gave her reaction, therefore she still tries making my life even worse. She couldn't do that though, my innocence is long gone and one day I'd get back at her.

I step out of the car and walk away from Logan not taking a look back. If anyone were to suspect suspect that we were mates I'd be screwed. The girls already love him, he's basically like a hero and the power in their eyes. Some of the girls were crazy enough that they would do anything to be by his side and be the Luna. The intentions were for their own selfish reasons though.

Stares and accusations are being made as I walk down the hallway to my locker exchanging books grabbing the other ones I need for class. I happen to have a test first block, something I'm not excited since I didn't have time to glance at it. The nightmares even worse and more intensified then before.

People really don't like the fact that Logan and I were together because some even start pushing me into lockers. I could feel the bruises crawling up along my side. My skin is easily bruised now ever since I was younger. I keep my head low and just hurry to class so I can go ahead and take my test. I only have four classes and then I can go home. Well back to the pack house.

The day went by slow and torturous. Monday isn't the normal  day of getting ignore, no everyone is very is very aware. Ever since the sight of Logan and I together they are all more violent. Girls from the pack glare at me with hatred, shoving me every chance they got. I didn't know if I should take a ride from Logan again at the end of the day. I decide to stick around school a little bit longer, waiting for him to leave before I walk back. Maybe I'll shift into my wolf and run back.

I laid a low profile slipping into the school's bathroom as soon as the bell rung. Locking the door I sit on the toilet in the stall waiting for the hallways to clear. I never knew if anyone would be lurking in the corners waiting for me to come out and then jump taking a swing on me. I didn't want to take the risk so I sat in the stalls for what seems like forever. Listening to the clock in the bathroom continuing to tick as I wait by patiently.

Once it's been over an hour I take my bag and slip out of the bathroom to the front door of the school. The hallways were quiet besides some low conversations from teachers who stayed after chatting. The cars in the parking lot were all gone besides a few that stray near, none of them were Logan's. My crappy flip phone buzzes and I look down taking it out of my pocket. Sixteen missed calls all from my brother Reed. I press a button and put the phone to my ear.

"I'm sorry I haven't answered. I stayed after school for a little bit to catch up on some work. I'm sorry I didn't give a call it's been a little hectic today in school," I tell him with a humorless laugh.

"Oh really? That's okay I wasn't to worried since that's what you usually do. Logan on the other hand has been wandering around looking for where you could've possibly went. He's absolutely freaked out since you were apparently ignoring him in school and everything. Are you coming back any time soon? He really wants to see you in person. Plus he needs it right now it's like he's going crazy without you here and it's a little scary," he tells me with a small laugh whispering into the phone.

"Is that her? Can I speak to her?" I hear Logan's angry voice switch to one full of relief and happiness in a short amount of time. My brother obviously gave him the phone because he chats up a storm. "Hey sweetheart! You're going to be here soon right because I was starting to get a little crazy with out you and considering you've been ignoring me all day I miss you."

 

"I'll be there in a bit. I'm going to stop by so I can get a change of clothes then I'm heading out for a run," I tell him and that is a topic I apparently didn't want to approach with him because right off the back he starts with answering back.

"I don't think so. Do you not remember what happen a few days ago when I let you wander off? The shrine of different heads and the unrecognizable bodies? There's no way I'm lett--"

I end the call not really wanting to be reminded of what it is I went through a few days. I could easily brush all of this off, if anything I want to see more into my nightmares and see if I can find out who it is these people are. I know them from somewhere. It's apart of the signature of one of the packs, maybe not one that's known, I remember the pack being rogues, something that's fairly uncommon.

My brother said the bodies were only a few days old, is an old demon from the past trying to start something? If they are trying to come back why haven't I seen the signs? They always like to play little games, this right now is nothing but a little game. They gave the warning signal to the pack. If the pack didn't want the bodies found then I know they could hide them if they really want too.

My brother didn't know who they were, this is new to my mate and my brother. I didn't want to say anything until I know I'm sure. If I made a wrong move and it didn't happen to be right i could get some innocent people killed. If their leader is that lethal I hate to think how horrid the rest of the pack is. All having the same training as the Alpha, the pack could be hard to destroyed. I also know war is not what someone wants, they seem like they're bloodthirsty for it almost.

I shift into my white wolf with slashes of black, the pattern caused when I got all the scars over my body. Taking my school bag into my mouth I uncomfortably run through the woods getting to the pack house faster then if I were to walk or run. Logan stood outside the pack house as I walk up to him. He stares at me as if waiting for me to shift in front of him, of course he'd like that. Instead I walk by him nudging his leg for him to open the door. He gets the hint opening the door and I walk inside making my way into the guest room. I shift into my wolf, taking the clothes I wore out of my bag.

 

Quickly gather a pair of grey sweats and a tank top I dress in that using the same under essentials. I take the grey sweatshirt shoving it on top as I walk out of the room. As expected Logan stood right out there with his hands crossed over his chest staring down at me disapproving. There's at least that few inch height difference between us.

"Where do you think you're going? I can certainly tell you that you're not going for a run without someone coming with you. I'll go with you if you want," he says and I glare at him. I didn't need him to help me, I am more then able to take care of myself.

"I don't need your help Logan, I am more then able to take care of myself. Anyways I am going for a run and if your dare put a single guard after me I promise you I know how to dissapear and make it look like I've been erased from the planet. Let's just say it's a little trick I picked up. You have a person follow me and I promise I'll dissapear on you," I tell him with a small smirk.

"You wouldn't. The mate connection has as strong as a pull on me as it does on you," he tells me in a hard voice, staring at me.

"Do you really want to take that risk?" I ask staring into his light blue eyes, similar to the color of the sky. He sighs in defeat, but determination still is held in his eyes. A way to get around it somehow.

"No I really don't want to risk that. I'll find another way to watch you somehow, even if I can't have my men near you. You can count on that Lacey," he tells me and I roll my eyes but not taking his promise lightly. I'd find whatever it is and find a way to evade it.

I exit the house and walk a little bit into the woods before undressing and hiding the clothes into the bushes.I shift into my wolf allowing her to run free in the woods wherever she wished. The day is nice as the other, warming up until the summer weather will hopefully engulf as winter vanishes. The woods were clear of snow at the moment, tree buds starting to grow back.

Peaceful as always I heard a few sounds from the birds, owls hooting from an unknown place. It always has a calming affect on me, I knew the woods better then most people do. I spent my days in them sometimes. It happen to be a game a few people like playing all to much. I would wander around no idea where I am until eventually I've mastered them. Able to play the game with the hunters if I didn't get back within a certain time I'd get a punishment that involves broken bones.

I wonder what Logan plans on doing, I’d be more then willing to show him my dissapearing skills and give him a little scare. There’s the bond but I don’t feel the established connection as much as he does, I wonder why.

 

            “Dude what are you doing arriving to school with that thing? Do you know how much s**t you’re going to get on that by everyone now?” of of my friends ask me and I just ignore him getting a quick look at Thomas who just has a wide grin. He didn’t spoke a word, good that’s smart of him to do. I didn’t care what everyone said, she’s my mate and I’m going to spend everyday taking care of her as much as I can.

            Not wanting her to hate me more then she already does I stick to what I told her I’d do. I lied telling everyone what she told me to say, I felt like a robot and the words were just programmed into my head, not exactly what I want to say though. It annoy me at how much she didn’t even seem to care about my feelings in this whole situation. Her brother wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong with her just that it’s a demon from the past getting to her. I think it’s much more then that. Deep down we both knew it he just didn’t want to offer me any more information about their past.

            I went to my father as well asking about them and why she didn’t seem to want to have the connection as much as I do. My father says it’s not his place to tell me and I’m getting pretty sick of no one being able to give me a straight forward answer. I just want to know what hurt her so much that she flinches when someone lays a finger on her. I watched her zig zag through the halls, keeping her head low, not wanting to get any attention. I watch her body jerk from people when they shoved her into the lockers. I wanted to scream at everyone to leave her the hell alone. She didn’t want me to do anything to help her though, so I stuck by and watched her get hurt.

            The end of the day came to a end and I stood out the school, five, ten, then a half hour waiting for her to come out of the building. She never did, I figured she ended up running back from the pack house or slipped out of the school a different way not wanting to drag all of the attention to her from her peers. I accepted she didn’t want the scary treatment.

            Then I finally got to see her as she runs back to the packhouse in her white wolf, small black streaks surrounding her, she almost reminded me of an oreo though she look nothing like one. Her stormy grey eyes standing out from the rest of her. Oh my mate may of not spoke much but she’s sure sassy.

Quiet and speaks rarely to anyone outside her brother, in some screwed up way she’s talking to me. I believe it’s the bond working its magic as well as her wolf trying to soften her up some. I still knew that we were no where near the physical level and it drove me crazy. It drove my wolf crazy with lust needing to claim its mate before another dares to touch her. Sooner or later whether she likes it or not I’m going to have to bite her and claim her. I need to be able to show the whole pack that she is the Luna and will be shown respect.

Everyone needs to know she’s not like the w****s that want after me for the position. She cares and I know she’ll take good care of the pack. Whether she thinks she can take the position of Luna she will do great. Something tells me there’s a lot going on in her heart and that she will love this pack no matter what we’ve done to her. She will find a way to get through it. When she does I’ll be right there with her the whole time.

      My wolf whispers that her past is dark and a bad topic for her, that it makes her the way she is, it’s not willingly. I accept that.

            When she told me in the car earlier that she’s not a virgin I felt outrage. How could my mate have given herself to someone else when she knew that her soulmate would come to her one day? She grimaced when I asked her the question not particulary wanting to answer it. Then when I demanded to know who it was she brushed it off and told me that it didn’t matter, they were dead anyways.

            A while towards the night time she returns in her usual attire of clothes. A small smile highlights her face but only briefly not letting anyone else see it. Her eyes furrowed in annoyance as she’s in a pensive state, not seeming to notice her surroundings. I didn’t want to catch her off guard and then have her throw one of the knives I saw out in her room the other day. I didn’t know why my mate has them and I don’t know if I want too. From what Reed has said, she’s very good with knives and doesn’t miss a target that much anymore.

            I never got to see much of her skin, I only ever saw her hands and beautiful face. Not that I minded with all the werewolves and testoterone running through their bodies. It didn’t mean that when I’m around her I want her so overdressed. I guess even then if she wore less clothes my wolf would be greedy and try to take over control even more. I didn’t want to hurt my baby girl.

            Her gaze lost concentration and her eyes met mine. A brief wave of eaze comes to her, he guard slips for just a second, but it took only less then that to put it back up. I approach her carefully giving her a smile.

            “How was your run?” I ask worried that she’d come across to something similair like she did before a few nights ago. Something Reed and I were looking into to find out what’s going on.

            “My run was fine... I thought it’d be more helpful to what I saw a few days ago just I can’t think. I have no idea how to solve the issue and it’s bugging me. As soon as I remember I can tell you guys. Whatever you do be on guard, that’s only the begining of the bloodshed Logan. There’s way more to come,” she tells me, her eyes opening in terror like she’s experienced something like this. Not even considering the one from a few nights ago. She looks like she knew more about what’s going on then I even knew.

      Not wanting to sit there and pry to much I go ahead and nod my head pretending she just muttered some nonsense. Even if I responded back I don’t think she would’ve heard anything right now. She went bac to her glossy gave going into a deep thought trying to figure out what it is she couldn’t.

            Her body moves along upstairs and I sigh watching her leave, not following her so I could give her some space. It’s the last thing I want to do though.

      “Hey where’d my sister go? I just saw her come in so I know she’s not out there right now. I thought she would’ve stopped to talk to me but she walked by me as if she didn’t see me,” he says with a little pout not knowing what’s going on.

            “I think she’s thinking about something really hard that it has started to overtake her brain. I barely got to have a two minute conversation with her before she darted up the stairs without saying a word,” I tell him with a small chuckle.

      “There’s no point in trying to talk with her now. It’ll be like talking to a wall, goes in through one ear and out the other ear. I’ll wait until she’s in a more approachable mood,” he tells me and I nod my head watching her walk off, I stood there alone at the bottom of the stairs having no idea what to do with myself.

            I walk up to my father’s office, his door slightly ajar from the night before. He sat there in his black chair, rubbing his eyes, looking at the pictures from a few nights ago. He slams them down on his desk angrily and his eyes snap to mine as I close the door.

            “What’s the matter dad?” I ask him taking a seat on his green leather couch. The couch warm from the sun outside glaring down at it.

            My dad had dark bags under his eyes, indicating throughout the past few days he hasn’t gotten any good sleep. I look at him sadly leaning over to reach for a few of the pictures in a  different pile.

            “Having a hard time getting over the incident a few days ago dad?” I ask him taking glances at the photos. Blood splattered everywhere, even dripping down from the trees.

            "I'm just having a hard time putting this behind me son. Something is wrong here, I just don't know what though. I think there's suppose to be a meaning behind this, I just want to find it before it happens again. Whoever they are this isn't there first rodeo. They've done it before and they don't look like they're going to stop anytime soon."

"It'll be okay dad I know it, now I have a question. What you first saw mom was she happy that the two of you were mates? Did she hesitate or fight you back at all?" I ask him and he just looks at me with a small smile on his face, his eyes flashing into a flashback.

"Of course, your mother had no intention in finding her mate. She had her younger sister to worry about and didn't want a mate to put the burden on. I kept at it for almost a month before she decided to give me a chance. Strict rules were involved as well. I made sure to follow them, if I didn't she would easily shut me out," he tells me and I nod my head. "I don't think it's the same for you and Lacey though."

"Why not?"

"Your mother and Lacey both have a completley different background, Lacey's far more worse. I can't tell you anything from her past. She will tell you when she's ready."

"What if she's never ready to tell me though? She barely can look at me. I've only touched her once and the scent of her every time she walks by drives me crazy. When everyone in school picks on her I want to kill every single one of them that's doing it to her. Even my own friends, she won't even let me tell them that she's my mate. It's one of her conditions," I groan leaning back against the couch. My hands rubbing my eyes, "it's driving me crazy!"

"Well the only thing you can do is sit back and wait for her, or help move her forward from her past son. In the end it's your decision if you chose to wait she may never be ready," my father says countinuing to relook over his work.