Chapter 8: Undo It

-Serena-

I was ready.

I was ready for whatever he had in store for me. This was what I had been trained for. We might carry poison with us, but we knew it was not always a guarantee. Some of us did get caught. Therefore, we had been trained to endure torture. We had been put through it before, and therefore, I knew I could take it. I knew whatever he was going to do to me, would not break me. I would not allow it. Torture really came down to what your mind could endure. You had to find that happy place you could go to when the pain became too much. That was your only safe haven, and it would keep you going despite what you might feel on your body.

“Well?” I asked.

“Soon,” he just said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Can’t do it?”

“I need to finish something first.”

Rogan walked closer. He was rather dirty from our tumble on the ground. He had so easily overpowered me but running from him had not been an option. He was too damn fast. His white shirt wasn’t so white anymore though, and I was happy to know I had surprised him, and I had overpowered him. Even if it was only for a moment, it was a win.

“Alright. Go on then,” I said. “What do you need to finish?”

“The rejection,” he said.

This again?

I didn’t understand what he meant. What rejection? What the hell did it mean?

“What is that? A code word,” I asked.

“No,” he just said.

“Then what is it then?”

I was getting tired of this guessing game. I didn’t get it at all, and Rogan looked rather tired too. He had his arms crossed over his chest and it looked like he wasn’t sure what to say. His behavior confused me. Was he toying with me? Trying to get my defenses down? Well, I would not so easily be tricked.

“It means I will say no to you.”

“No to me?” I asked.

“That I don’t want you.”

“You said that already … I still don’t get what it means.”

He sighed.

“I guess I could explain it,” he mumbled, yet I heard him clearly.

“It means that I don’t want you as my mate.”

I stared at him for a long time. I knew what this mate thing was. It was what these animals called their partners, but I didn’t understand why he was calling me his mate.

“What?” I asked, my mind needing more information in order to process what he was telling me. “You already have one.”

He shook his head.

“No, I chose one. Wolves can choose, but we all have a destined one out there.”

“A destined one?”

Why was I even asking? I shouldn’t even be having any conversations with him, and yet I felt compelled to know more. It was like I needed to know more … One of my weaknesses, unfortunately, was that I was curious. I tried not to be so curious. A soldier followed orders without asking questions, but I had often found myself wanting to.

“I will make this short, because I want to get on with this,” he said and walked closer.

He walked around my bed and ended up on my left side, now towering over me. I looked up, looking at the one person who was responsible for so many deaths among us. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the life out of him, but I was completely tied down.

“With us wolves—”

“Animals,” I corrected.

He narrowed his eyes, not liking my contribution to this conversation.

“With us wolves,” he said again, making sure to warn me with his eyes not to interrupt him again. “We get something called a destined mate.”

“And what the hell is that?” I asked, not really listening to his warning.

“It is what you humans might call soulmates.”

“They don’t exist.”

“In your world, maybe not,” he said. “But in ours, they do.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No, you just don’t know enough about us. As I said, we can choose our mates, but often we are destined to find someone who will be the perfect one for us.”

“Okay,” I just said, still thinking it sounded weird.

“You are that.”

“What?”

“My destined one,” he said.

I continued to look at him for a long time, not even blinking, because my head had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying. It was just so ridiculous. I even started to laugh, but when I noticed he wasn’t laughing as well, I slowly turned quiet.

“No …”

“Yes.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s what I was thinking.”

“You are a fucking animal!” I said. “A killer!”

He leaned closer, placing his hand on the bed just beside me.

“And what are you then?” he asked me.

“Not like you,” I snarled.

He shook his head at me.

“No, you’re worse, because you actually believe you are saving people, when really you are just killing innocent ones.”

“Of course, you would say that. They are *your* people,” I said.

“In wars there are no winners,” he told me. “Only losers.”

I didn’t respond to that, instead I just looked away.

“So, this destined thing, what exactly does it have to do with me? Do you want me to show you loyalty now?” I asked in a mocking way.

He huffed and I turned to him again.

“No, I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Then undo it,” I said.

“Undo it?”

“This destined thing.”

He chuckled a little.

“We don’t choose our destined ones.”

I looked at him confused.

“So, it can’t be undone?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said.

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?!” I yelled. “Undo it!”

He raised an eyebrow, almost like he found my behavior confusing, but I didn’t want to be his destined mate or whatever. I wasn’t even exactly sure what it meant, even after he tried explaining it to me. My head simply couldn’t wrap itself around it, but if it could be undone, I didn’t need to understand it. I just needed it to be undone.

“Well?!” I said. “Go one!”

He almost looked at me shocked now.

“What the hell are you doing?! Go on!”