~Chapter Two~
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Love, your angel...
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Skylar's POV
Hunters...
I woke up, drenched in cold sweat. I couldn’t stop shaking. I ran into a corner, squeezing myself into a ball and closing my eyes shut.
The memories of the attack came again and my head hurts so much I couldn't help but let a small whimper escape from my lips.
It's been three years since I ran away from the hunters. For some reason, I couldn't remember my past. All 15 years of my past. All gone. I couldn't remember the boy and girl from my dreams.
My nails were digging into my skin as I thought of the nightmares again.
A knock at the door sent me jumping so high, I swear I just broke any jumping record.
"C-come I-in," I called out faintly, forcing myself to stop shaking.
Nate, my best friend, strolled into my room, looking worried. He was Beta Nicholas' youngest son.
"Another dream?" He asked, his warm brown eyes glancing at me, trying to search what's wrong.
I nodded.
Nate sighed. "Can I come nearer?" He asked, eyeing the distance between us. I don't usually let people come close unless necessary but Nate is an exception. I trust him with my life. He wouldn't hurt me.
I nodded again.
He came over and sat crossed legged next to me.
We let the silence take over us with Nate staring at me and I staring at the ground.
"I can still smell your fear, Sky. You don't have to be afraid when I'm here. You know I'll protect you," Nate said, breaking the silence.
"I know," I whispered back.
"Then why are you still shaking, huh?" He asked, his eyes landing on my shivering body.
"I'm weak, that's why. I let the stupid nightmares get the best of me, that's why." I muttered angrily, hating myself more by the minute. I swallowed the tears threatening to spill.
"You're not weak. You anything but weak." Nate argued, frowning slightly.
"Then why? It's three years and I haven't got over my stupid fear phrase! I refuse to let people come near me! I refuse to trust anyone!" I said, my voice getting louder.
"It's not your fault, Sky. It's the Hunters'. It is them who hurt you." Nate said, furious that I was even thinking that it was my fault that I was scared.
"It is not the matter of faults here. It's the matter of weakness. You see―"
"Skylar, do you trust me?" Nate cut in.
"Yes," I said almost immediately.
"Then do it. Trust me, you are not weak," he said firmly.
"Nate? Can you tell me the story where you found me again?" I asked, closing my eyes and leaning against the wall.
Nate was silent for a moment.
"Sure," he agreed.
"It was a snowy night, too cold for my liking, but I had to go out to the woods and find something―or someone. I got this nagging feeling that tugs my chest. I told father that someone was in danger but he as usual didn't take it seriously and ignored me.
"So I sneaked out with my brothers, Riley and Brennan, they were always on my side for some reason. They never once sided with Dad. I followed my instinct, and lead my brothers into the woods. We walked softly but quickly, like a ninja. Unseen and unheard. Our footsteps were light in the snow and we made sure not to leave tracks.
I rolled my eyes. He chose ninja out of all the super human figures? Ninja? At this thought, I earned an annoyed look from Nate.
"Suddenly, we smelt them. The rogues. There were about seven of them and we, being the overconfident young wolves we are, reckoned we could handle them ourselves but Riley headed back to warn the others and we decided to investigate.
"I scared. I have never encountered rouges before in my entire life. I was shaking so bad in my wolf form Brennan had to take the lead.
I had to smirk at this, earning a glare from Nate. Nate was often known as the fearless big bad boy. Not so fearless anymore, huh? I asked him in the mind link. Nate growled a little, feigning hurt ego and ignored my comment.
"As we got nearer, I saw a boy not much older than I was stumbling into the clearing. I was sure he was a werewolf. His small built told me he was quick and fast, but not strong. He had white blonde hair; almost as white as the snow it was translucent. He had beautiful emerald eyes that sparkled in the dim lights. He looked like an angel, without wings of course. The bags under his eyes told me he had little sleep for a long time. There were old and new cuts and brusies everywhere. The angel heard the rogues approaching but didn't run. He seemed slightly frightened and confused.
I snorted. Angel? Seriously? Nate ignored me again and continued.
"Run! Run! I shouted in my head, hoping somehow he could hear me. Run before it's too late!
I had to agree that I seemed to hear someone shouting that in my head. Nate smiled. We loved the special connection we shared. I could sense and feel his thoughts and he can do the same. We never bothered teling anyone or bothered to find out why. It wasn't because we were mates, we weren't. We were just normal besties.
"The angel seemed to get my message and transformed into a magnificent wolf. He was a white werewolf. White werewolves are extremly rare and rumoured to be really powerful, but I think he's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life!
I grunted at the mention of being cute.
"As I was saying, Angel attempted to growl at the rogues and fight but the tiredness was holding him back.
"Brennan increased speed, as the rogues got closer to the angel. He was sprinting and suddenly he flew in the air and tackled three of the wolves. I followed in suit, leaping in the air and handled two myself. It was only a while till I realized that the rogues were stronger than us. Angel had to fend two rogues himself and I could tell he was gonna break soon.
"Soon, Riley brought the pack. The rogues, clearly knowing that if they stay and finish us off, they will be finished off too so they left us. Brennan had a lot of bruises and cuts and he was better off than angel.
"Angel was dying. Angel was weak and losing too much blood. I didn't want Angel to die. I wanted to do something. Anything. I carried him with my weary hands and ran to the pack house.
"Everyone was shouting and questioning me when I arrived but all I could feel was pain before I blacked out with Angel in my arms."
"Angel was fine, Amy, the pack doctor, said many many times. He knocked his head pretty hard and might have a concussion. He has broken one or two ribs and was dehydrated.
"Hearing that Angel survived made my day. I had bruises at random places and had to snitch up a long cut on my side but otherwise, I was perfectly fine. The rogues were lucky, if they touched my precious face; I swear I would bury them alive! Angel was fine. I was Angel's best friend since then. I never regret saving his life."
I burst out laughing at the face part. Nate was just so funny even when he wasn't attempting to be. I smiled again and realized that I've stopped shaking. I stopped being afraid. Nate always makes everything all right in the end. He knew we weren't mates but still he treats me like his most treasured item. His mate would be extremely lucky to have him.
"Thanks for saving my butt, Nate," I said, feeling much better now.
"No problem, you owe me one though," he grinned.
"Sure, sure," I said.
We chatted till we were too tired to move. I leaned on Nate and fell asleep again, this time, in the wonderful presence of my best friend.
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AW...Isn't Nate just so sweet?
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