Circle Of Caim [Completed]

Confronting Her

My head was throbbing with pain. My heart hurts every single time it beats. And the sun in my eyes was burning my vision.

Laying on my stomach on the forest floor in pain wasn't how I expected my day to go.

The slight pain was still there but it could be ignored. I was drowned in my own sweat at the moment but my thoughts were still lingering towards that one question; what happened?

I'm sure that I wasn't infected with any disease that would've caused this. My heart rate skyrocketed when I didn't have answers or any kind of explanation to what was wrong with me. For all I know, I could be on the verge of death. And I didn't want to die till I met my mate. I want to punch him in the face before I inhale for the last time.

"Shit, shit, shit." My mumbles echoed throughout the dense forest. I stood up to my shaking legs with my clothes sticking to me like a second skin. My hair wild and untamed at the back but my front hair were sticking to my forehead due to my insane amount of sweat production.

My wobbly feet made me be lead by my instincts as I held on to the tree bark for support. It felt as if I was walking for the first time in forever.

I went from bark to bark looking for support when finally my body worked in my favour. Stumbling over my own feet, I walked through the forest and made my way to the yard where the funeral was held. I was certainly astound to find no people or chairs or the stage set up for the funeral.

I was quick to bring my wrist up to my face, directly in front of my eyes and gasped to see it was twenty one minutes past four in the afternoon. I hurried inside the pack house through the back yard door.

People was here and there all around and when my presence was noticeable, heads were turned and no, not in a good way either. The stench of my sweat was in the air and it probably damaged all their sensitive noses.

Giving out an awkward smile followed by a wave of my hand, I hurried through to the stairs. My feet quickly led me up to my only sanctuary.

Now people probably think I'm a wreak without Everett, which is not true.

I threw open the door with a slight force which made it hit the back wall.

"Aulora?!" Mila shouted upon my arrival.

"The one and only. One of a kind." I smirked and walked my way to her closet.

"I would hug you but I'm covered in sweat." I shouted out from the closet.

"Where have you been?! I looked all over the pack house." She stood behind me, arms crossed in anger.

"Mila, where do wolves live?" I asked her as I grabbed a towel and walked towards her bathroom.

"Woods, forest." She shrugged her shoulders and followed me to the bathroom door.

"Exactly." I shut the door on her face and locked it behind me.

"Aulora, this conversation is not over. Do you know how worried sick I was?"

I didn't answer but the guilt did pile up in the pits of my stomach. I took off my sweaty clothes and turned on the shower.

"Aulora, your silence is an answer I'm not going to accept at the moment." Her voice was followed by banging on the door. I ignored the best i could but i still felt bad for getting her all worked up.

I took my time in the shower but it did come to an end soon. I dried myself off and slipped into the spare clothes I always kept in Mila's closet. So with a t-shirt and sweatpants on, I exited the bathroom. Mila was not on the door anymore, but instead she was laid out on the bed, her eyes fixated on her phone's screen.