chapter 10

(Ryan POV)
Johnny releases his grip on me, and they turn away from me, heading back into the room where emila is. I slide down the wall to the floor, preparing to wait this out as long as it takes. After the look in Jeremy's eye, I would be an absolute fool to take on them both right now.

I've been sitting outside the room for what seems like hours. What the fuck was happening? I don't like not having any control over the situation; I felt entirely helpless for the first time in a very long fucking time. I feel like I'm being kept in the dark.

What happened to The beautiful girl I left behind 11 years ago? What happened to the twinkle of kindness in her eyes? Sure, she had been sad I was going for a week to visit another alpha's heir, but she knew I was coming back for her by the time I managed to get back.

It was too late. I was the one who came back, and she didn't even try to find me.

Once I arrived at Alpha Sorin's pack house, he tried to marry me off to his daughter, But I refused; I only wanted emila. After that, the trip went relatively smoothly. Until I left, I was ambushed and nearly killed. The scents were familiar that night; it was my pack who had tried to kill me.

I went into hiding; with Nowhere to go and no way to get Emila, I did the only thing I could I joined the army. Finally, when I finished basic training, I believed everything would be fine with the hope of a naïve teenage dreamer. I went back to try and get her risking nearly being killed again, to find her wolf gone, Presumed dead. Surely I should be mad for letting me think she was dead all this time. Knowing she had been hurting and alone killed me more than anything. I became angry after that, and the only thing that soothed my soul was alcohol with no more answers and a broken heart. I headed back to base, confused and broken. My heart was completely closed off to anyone; I grew cold. MY heart and my wolf, Sunk into the deepest depths of my body. I wouldn't make that mistake again, falling for anyone.

(Emily's POV)
At some point, I must have shifted back into my human form against gremich, still humming his soothing song; his strong arms haven't let me go. His fingers gently rubbed my hair. He isn't forcing me to speak, Even though he must wonder what the fuck is going on.
About ten minutes ago, Jeremy and Johnny came storming back into the room. Jeremy's shirt was still in tatters, but his wounds had healed, thank goodness; But he wouldn't make eye contact with anyone; we could feel the anger radiating off of him since he came in, and he hasn't stopped pacing since. Johnny, on the other hand, is quiet in the corner.

Jeremy finally stops pacing, like someone flipped a switch in his head, and looks over at me. I can see the anger fade off his face and replaced with a huge smile.
"Come here, Hunny."

I quickly climb off of gremich and rush forward into Jeremy, and I am thankful for how many times this man has been my strength and support, Keeping me together when I need it the most. He spent most of his life picking up the pieces and caring for me even though no one could glue the parts back together.


(Ryan)
I hear the door unlock and immediately straighten my body against the wall; Gremich walks out; the look of pure rage, throwing fire right into my eyes in gremich's eyes, has me stop in my tracks. He is not a man that shows emotion, ever. Fuck, gremich wasn't the type of man to let you in on what he is thinking, let alone feeling. I can't even remember the last time I could tell what he was thinking, let alone what he was feeling.

For the most part, I was over my initial anger. I felt reasonably sure I was calm enough to be in the same room with the only
woman I have ever loved and now my mate, and try to hear her out. I demanded answers. I wanted to know why.

I was still worked up because I couldn't get over seeing her stunning face, a face that has consumed my dreams, and now she's my mate. All it took was one look. At her tight green, sexy next-to-nothing dress, I had to adjust immediately; one look made my dick aching in a way I hadn't felt in years.
My eyes traced the divets in her spine; each delicate little bump on her exposed skin, Traced each little scar lined over each ridge of her spine, and my only thought had been getting that little dress off.
Then I froze in my tracks. Lust left, and the anger settled in. I wanted to drag her off and demand answers. The last thing I expected her to do if I ever saw her again was faint on the floor.


"What the fuck are you glaring at," I growl at him. I'm itching for a fight now. Right now, I don't care who with.




"I'm looking right at you, Asshole." He hisses at me, "I just sat in there and held some woman, I do not know, a woman that was happy with life and spending time with her friends when we sat in the meeting. One look into your eyes and The life went completely out of her eyes, and her body gave out. She shifted and was fully out of control, like nothing I had ever seen. And I just sat there pinning her to my body, and I could feel nothing but fear oozing out of her. Fear, YOU put there."
Shock holds me silent, confused, and broken.