The Pack

Chapter 7

(A/N) I dont really like this chapter idk India is just trying to figure out her feelings. i really dont know how i feel about this i didnt like how i wrote it the first time so i deleted it and rewrote it and i still dont know how i feel.  

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Zayn lay next to me on my queen sized bed; we weren’t touching, just staring up at my plain ceiling.

“I don’t think I want to be a wolf Zayn,” I said after a few moments of silence,

“It’s not too bad, after a while you learn to control it. It’s actually kind of nice, knowing you have a pack behind you,” Zayn said, almost happily,

I sighed heavily, Zayn flipped on his side to face me and I copied his action,

“I’m sorry you were dragged into this India, but it’s done, we can’t change the past no matter how much we want to,” Zayn said,

“How old were you Zayn?” I asked,

A confused expression crossed his face,

“When you turned,” I added,

“Seven,” Zayn said simply,

“A wolf bit you when you were seven?!” I asked,

“Yea my dad was kind of a wolf hunter, I went hunting with him one day, we don’t speak anymore,” He said, “He doesn’t even know where I am, or if I’m alive,”

Zayn almost looked sad, I felt bad seeing him this way.

“It’s getting late, I should probably go,” Zayn stated, standing up,

“No,” I said propping myself on my elbows and looking up at him, “Stay with me tonight, please?” I added shyly,

“India, you know I can’t, what about your mom, what about school tomorrow,”

“She’s not home yet, you could just sleep in your boxers, and tomorrow we can just skip,” I said shrugging,

“India,”

“Zayn,”

“India, I don’t have boxers remember,” Zayn reminded,

My mind flashed back to when he morphed into a wolf, I shuddered slightly and my cheeks flushed,

“I’ll be back,” I said, walking out of the bedroom,

I walked down the hall and entered my parent’s bedroom. I quickly walked over to my father’s closet, I frowned when I opened the door and his familiar scent wafted out.

God, I wish my mom would just get rid of all this already.

I quickly grabbed a pair of pajamas and rushed back into my bedroom,

“Here,” I said throwing the blue flannel pajamas at Zayn,

“India, this is too complicated,” Zayn said clutching the pajamas in his hands, “I’ll just see you tomorrow,” He said setting the pajamas on the bed and walking out.

I sighed; I didn’t want to be alone tonight, but I wasn’t about to fight.

I just decided to slip into my pajamas, flip off my light, and climb in to bed. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t with all the thoughts racing my mind, I didn’t want to turn into a wolf, it seemed surreal. I was waiting to wake up and be told everything was a dream. I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out of my closet and yell "You've been punked!"

At one point I heard my mom come home, then go to bed.

I realized I had been staring at my ceiling for thirty minutes just thinking when I heard something knock at my window. My heart started to pound, when the noise didn’t continue I pretended I didn’t hear it at all.