''I get it,'' he said, ''the sun so loved the moon...''
His voice trailed off. We both knew the story. We knew it all too well. He was looking at me thoughtfully. I, however, turned away.
''What if,'' I began, ''the sun didn't want to die for the m...
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The others, feeling the awkward tension in the room, filed out of the makeshift morgue. Megan gave me a dirty look as she left, but I didn't have the motivation to worry about that right now. Soon, it was just Tucker and I...and Isaac.
"We can go to my office," his tone implied that it was not a suggestion.
I followed him out of the room that felt and smelled like death back onto the railing that overlooked the rest of the warehouse. They must have all been werewolves and this place was like their kingdom. A safe place.
Tucker led me into a large office with a window overlooking the downtown area. A large desk, scattered with papers and files covered every inch of the surface. Unpacked boxes were shoved into the corners of the room and a small photograph in a frame was sat on the desk. I didn't have to look at it to know the picture inside the frame would be of his family.
He sat down behind the desk on the swivel chair, leaned back, and folded his hands over his stomach. Something about the image really pissed me off.
"Stand up and talk to me like you actually believe I'm your equal and not some dumbass kid sent to the principal's office."
My words came out venomous and his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"I know you're my equal. Perhaps even more so." But he stood anyways.
I was grateful for the desk between us.
His dark curls were ruffled like always and the gold in his eyes shone a little brighter in the light that poured through the window. The sun was going down outside but still threw light against his shadowed cheekbones, making them look more angular. My breath was shaky.
The air between us was tinged with angry electricity. We both knew we were about to fight, but neither of us was keen to start.
Instead, he started off with bullshit pleasantries.
"I'm sorry to have called you away," he began formally, "I hope it didn't distract you from schoolwork or anything."
He leaned back against the desk, trying to keep an air of calm and collection around him. His hands lightly gripped the ledge of the desk.
"I was training with Gray and Malik again."
His knuckles whitened against the desk as his grip tightened. He said nothing.
I took a deep breath, knowing what I had to say, but not wanting to say the words aloud.
"I'm sorry," I began hastily and he looked up in surprise. "I'm sorry that I killed the man who knew where your mother was. I'm sorry that I killed your uncle. I'm sorry that I must have caused you and your brother's so much pain. You have to know that I never ever wanted to do that. It was the last thing I wanted."
