The Howls Of The Night. { Werewolf/Human Love Story. }

The Howls Of The Night. { Werewolf/Human Love Story. } Chapter Twenty Eight.

Another special chapter!

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Makenna:

“I haven’t seen her like this since Jackson died.”, I heard my mom behind my door as she whispered to Dylan. Now that I know why my hearing was a little bit strong and I can easily eavesdrop on people well, I heard her. “I’m really worried, Dylan. It’s bin three days.”,

“I know, Cassie, I am too. She’s bin locked in her room and you don’t think that worries me?”, he asked and sighed heavily. “She wont even talk to me.”,

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Dylan. She doesn’t hate you.”,

“From the look on her face, it seems like it.”, he said and that just made me feel worse. I don’t hate Dylan, it’s just that I was so mad at him and isn’t it a common thing to say for a girl to tell her dad she ‘hates him’ when she angry at him? I never told Jackson I hated him.

I put my ear buds back in my ear and put Taylor’s Swift Tim Mcgraw song on and just hummed to it. God, it was only three days and it feels like three years.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up again to the feeling of someone touching my arm and I opened my eyes to see Dylan look down at me.

“You still mad at me?”, he asked. I hesitated, thinking over it. Was I mad?

A little.

Do I hate him?

No.

I shook my head and rubbed my cheek against the pillow.

“Are you going to talk to me?”, he asked and I just shrugged. He chuckled and rubbed my arm, “If I could have help him, I would. But I couldn’t unless putting everyone else at risk and none of us would have came back. You would know something bad happen to Shawn if you felt suicidal.”,

“Yeppie.”, I sarcastically said.

He chuckled again and he placed something in front of me. “Your mom told me Jackson use to by your ice cream and flowers when your upset. I couldn’t get flowers at this time of night, but I hope you’ll make an exception.”, he said, holding the pint of mouse track chocolate ice cream in front of me. “You do need to eat anyways. All you ate today was eggs and two pieces of toast.”,

“Most dad would give they’re daughter—I don’t know—something more healthier to eat.”, I said.

“Yeah, probably.”, he agreed. “I know, I suck at being a dad. I tried when you were born and every time you cried, I handed you to your aunts until you stop. I always thought I was doing something wrong like if you need to be changed and instead I’ll make you a cold bottle. I was getting better when you turned one and started to learn how to talk.”,

My eyebrows forward together, “That’s weird. I sometimes dream of being in someone arms, but never remember who it was after I wake up. Now I guess I do. Like one time I remember dreaming of being in a lake and on someone shoulder and I kept—“

He nodded, “Pulling at my hair.”, he said and smiled. “You refuse to go in the water and every time I say I’ll put you in the water, you would pull at my hair and beg me not to.”,

“Oh, sorry.”, I said and blushed up. Now that I could actually put a face to it, it did seem right. I knew it wasn’t Jackson since the man in my dream was always tanner and had bigger muscles. I replayed the memory in my head since I seemed to dream it more then once.