Chapter Eighteen

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~Chapter Eighteen~

I have to say this, Trent's mate ain't Taylor. Sowree :C

Taylor is straight~

Love, your angel...

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Skylar's POV

The pack house was unusually quiet, too quiet actually. All the pack members have been stunned by the news.

I checked the clock on the wall. Only a couple of hours before the packs come.

Nate was sitting cross-legged on the floor opposite me. I could feel his stares on me as I avoided him.

"Skylar..." he began hesitantly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you so much that I caused you to cut. I'm really sorry."

He was looking at me the whole time he apologized.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment that you avoided me the whole week." I said nonchalantly and glanced briefly at Nate.

Nate's eyes filled with regret and guilt.

"I guess I'm not that good in handling these things," Nate chuckled uneasily. "We never had to fight before,"

I managed a small smile. That was true.

"I'm sorry Sky, I'll stop avoiding you! Stop avoiding this! I'll make everything go back to normal I swear! Give me a chance!" Nate begged.

"I love you, Nate, but I'm not in love with you. You have to understand that," I whispered softly.

Nate glanced down to the ground and sighed.

"I do understand,"

"Good. Best friends forever?" I grinned, spitting saliva on my hand and offering it to Nate.

"BFFs!" Nate, too, spit on his hand and we slapped our palms together.

"Promise you'll never cut again," he said seriously.

"Promise,"

"You'll have to pinkie promise," Nate held up his finger.

I chuckled and pinkie promised.

...

My fingers brushed against the cold metal.

I shivered and brought my hand back.

You promised Nate never to cut again, my wolf frowned.

I promised, I agreed.

But...

Promises are meant to be broken...

My hands grasped the blade and pressed it to my skin.

A sudden knock made me pause.

"Hello? Is anyone inside?" A voice called.

I groaned inwardly. I should have used my bedroom toilet instead of this one.

When no one answered, he continued, "Hello?"

I sighed. "I'll be out in a minute,"

I put away my blade quietly and washed the small cut. I unlocked the door and pulled it.

It was him!

The boy from my dreams!

Taylor!

Oh god.

...

We stared at each other for a long, long time.

"Skylar..." he whispered.

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