“A Human? What... a lowly human like me you mean? Well maybe I wouldn’t have kissed him if you had told me the truth in the beginning. You know what truth is don’t you? It actually means something to us humans, and truthfully you have been a general ass to me since I moved here. If I’m really that important to you, you should have just told me. I did nothing wrong.” I finish sounding strong, crossing my arms over my chest, but inside there’s a niggling feeling in the back of my brain asking me if I’m right about not doing anything wrong. He arches his brow at me and takes another strong stride to me.
“Nothing wrong? You kissed someone else. I have a house full of people who could tell you how wrong that is.” He says raising his arms in the airs indicating to the house we are currently in.
“No, you have a house full of wolves, not people and for the record, not that it matters anyway, he kissed me. I responded for all of five seconds then I pushed him away, because it didn’t feel... But you don’t care about my side of what happened. You just storm off like a cave man as usual. I thought that what ever this was, us, could work. I was wrong. I want to go home.”
I realise that I’m starting to sound like a spoiled brat, and I should be grateful that he saved me from being stuck alone in a crashed car, but I’m tired of being here, in this position with him, we can’t seem to even go twenty-four hours without getting into a fight. How are we meant to be soul mates?
“So that’s what you do when things get tough, just give up and go home?” he stands in front of me now with his arms folded, mirroring my stance. I have to look up to him to talk to him face to face and not face to chest.
“No Logan, things got tough hours ago when you turned into a freaking wolf right in front of me. I stuck around. This is what I do when things turn impossible. I make the most logical decision. One that will be best for me in the long run.” I can feel my own heartbeat, it feels like its about to burst from my chest.
“What if I don’t want you to go?” Some of his anger has subsided but I can still see it there in his eyes. And also disappointment, disappointment that I kissed Chris. Well I can’t change the past, but I can change my future, and I wont live like this, with him looking at me like this.
“I’m tired Logan. Tried of trying to see where this thing between us could lead, but we can’t even get though a day without disagreeing about something. I hoped maybe we could be good together, but something always seems to be in the way.” My voice is quieter now, I don’t really want to leave, and deep down I know I don’t want to leave him, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t understand how I could feel so much for one person who I have known for such a little amount of time. It scares the hell out of me.
“It's not something that always comes between us, its someone. O'Connor.” His voice has turned cold again, his words spoken through gritted teeth. My reply gets lodged in my throat as a strong feminine arm is wrapped around my shoulder.
“Logan...” I try
“Hey honey you’re awake. Come and have some dinner you must be starving. Logan your father would like to see you in his office.” She sends a shooting glance at Logan and then smiles to me again.
“Thank you but I really should be heading home.” I smile in return to his mum, and attempt to pull away.
“Nonsense, I’ll let your aunt know that you are okay, I spoke with her not too long ago, she’s still stuck in the studio, I said it was fine that you just stay here. Now, I have made my special potatoes, come and let me know what you think.” She has such a caring and warm presence about her, it’s hard to disagree with anything she says and I let her lead me into the huge kitchen without a second glance at Logan.
We both take a seat at the counter and she dishes me up some food. I can’t remember the last time I had a real home cooked meal, aunt Sara and I eat a lot of take out. My mouth waters just looking at it. It smells so much better than pizza and left over Chinese.
“So how are you holding up? It’s a lot to take in. If you have any questions, I’m always available. I know Logan can be a little hard headed, but it just because he cares. And he's stubborn, he’s just like his father.” She waits patiently for me to speak, not pushing. She reminds me of my mum, we would often sit at the kitchen counter like this and just talk about our day. A tear makes it way down my cheek I'm not even sure why I'm crying. She silently slides a tissue over to me and continues to eat her food.
“I don’t understand... any of it. I don’t know why I feel the way I feel. I don’t understand why I’m still sat
