Dancing in the Dark

Chapter 4. Leave

qotd : Fav band?

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I stayed up in Tyler's room all day after I grabbed something to eat. I did not get up, I did not utter a single word. I'd heard knocks on the door every 30 minutes, but I said nothing. Tyler had been sending one of his packmates, by the name of Connor to check in on me often. I was just sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. Thinking, remembering.

"Raven, dammit, you've been acting like this all day. Open the door before I break it!" I heard a husky voice shout. I said nothing. I knew he'd break the door down or get incredibly close. Anticipating this, I got up and walked into his bathroom, locked the door and turned the shower on. I sat on the floor, rubbing my temples. I needed to be alone, to think. 

The knocks subsided eventually. I brought my knees up to my chest and stared at the ceiling. I harshly squeezed my eyes shut. Memories kept coming back into my mind from my past. They were hard to keep away and they kept haunting me ever since I had come here. 

[Let our mate comfort us!] My wolf chastized. [No! I don't want him to get close to us. You know what we've done . . . you know what he'll say] I whispered the last part sadly to her. She whimpered before leaving me alone.

It wasn't exactly the fact that I had a mate that irked me. I didn't have anything against them, but I knew Tyler's pack was a strong one, one with great numbers and resources and allies. I was sure Tyler would be a great mate, but the question was, was I?

Suddenly, a loud crash caused me to turn my heads towards the door. Or where it should have been. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, making me shiver. I glanced behind him, seeing the door on the ground. I laughed in my head.

"That door is going to be expensive." I said dully, no emotion in my voice.

"Raven, that door is the least of my worries. You don't seem to realize that I'd break a million doors all to get to you." He replied, making my heart melt at his words. I frowned, and pushed away the warm feeling.

I let out a humorless chuckle. I really didn't deserve Tyler. Why couldn't someone have been his mate? I could tell he was a good person, a person who needed a good mate. 

"Tyler, I  . . I'm leaving." I said, my heart clenching at my own words. "Like hell you are." He growled before flinging me into his arms, bridal style. I was too tired to squirm. He carried me to the bed and gently laid us down. To my surprise and my wolf's dismay, he pulled me into his brawny chest and started to run his fingers through my hair. I wanted to move away, but my wolf would have my head if I did.

"I wish you would just let me in." Tyler whispered as he dug his nose into my neck. It felt so right, him being here, but I knew I couldn't let it continue.

"So do I." I whispered before falling asleep.

Tyler's POV***

"So do I." She replied sadly. She had been cooping herself in here all day, and it had been killing me and my wolf to know it might have been our fault. 

As if on instinct, I started to play with her long brown hair. Each strand was silky soft and I enjoyed every feel of it. 

[She's hiding something from us.] My wolf said whilst purring.

[Don't you think I know that? I just wish she didn't always have her guard up around us.] I replied sadly.

[Clearly she wants us. Her past must be an awful one for her to be so . . the way she is. She's so perfect yet so damaged. I will stop at nothing to make her ours.] My wolf growled. I smiled lightly. She was ours and wasn't going anywhere. I barely knew this girl, but the fact my wolf and instincts yearned for her presence, there was something different about her. I wanted to know her, know about what she liked, disliked. I studied her peaceful figure, the way her chest would rise every so often with each soft breath she took. She looked so much more vulnerable when she slept when in reality she was a fierce, snapping mate.