Chapter 33: Disappointment

Disappointment and guilt washed over me swiftly. I looked down at my food but I was unable to eat any longer. I pushed the food around with the fork and then drank the rest of the crimson liquid in my glass. I could still feel Michael watching and gaging my reactions. I did not want to look up and meet his gaze, because then he would see the storm raging inside my mind currently.

I was in this house because of James. He just left and did not even tell me goodbye. He had to have known I would be upset after the way we had left off in the art room. Maybe I did something wrong and he just did not want to hurt my feelings. I had never had a serious boyfriend and I was very inexperienced in the romance department.

I could feel my wolf getting angry and in return I was starting to have the same reaction. I thought he wanted me and now what? He could have told me he needed time but just leaving... I know it wasn't all business. My wolf hissed coward in my mind and I felt my eyes change. I kept my head down but lifted my hand to the now empty glass. I wish there was something left inside to keep my hands busy. I needed distractions to keep my mind away from the ever creeping darkness.

The others sensing my tension stopped talking as much and I felt their focus starting to shift to me. I felt my hand tightening harder around the glass. I needed to calm down, but I was past that point now. He made me feel these new emotions and I wasn't sure how to handle it all. All of this was so new and scary.

The little voice inside my head started weaving more self doubt and my fangs started to elongate. I heard Michael say to the others to leave for a moment. I still felt Chase in front of me though and Michael still sat beside me. The others had left the room without another word.

Why did I come here? I started questioning myself. I knew this perfect world would never work out for someone like me. James does not want me. Why would he ever want me, this broken puppet? What if they were all just playing a cruel game on me from the beginning?

I could hear Michael, but his words weren't registering in my mind anymore. Chase reached out mentally and asked, "Little Wolf, are you okay?". I growled in response and answered back, "Get out of my head. I don't want you to see what is inside here". With my response memories started coming back fast and painful. I could not control the onslaught of repressed emotions and images piercing my mind any longer. I saw the guard smiling at me before going in that girls cell, I saw the chains on my wrists and ankles, the blood covering my hands, and the cheering crowd once a life was lost.

The glass in my hand shattered and the shards went into my palm. Michael got up from his seat and was trying to pry the glass from my hand. The pain brought me back to the present and I looked across the table at Chase. I was all to familiar with pain and blood. His eyes were blood red and the look of pain painted his perfect features. "What was that? What happened to you?", he said loud and dangerously. His anger was radiating off of him in waves. I swear I saw a black smoke emanating from his body.

I refused to answer Chase's questions. He should have stayed out of my head. I felt him reaching out mentally again and I thought of walls closing off my mind from the outside world. His presence was instantly gone and his facial expressions changed to confusion and anger. He pushed up from his seat and went to come around the table to me, but Michael stopped him with his hand up and said, "Chase, please let me handle this". Chase responded coldly, "Handle this, you ask? You did not just see what I saw inside her mind. The pain in her soul...". He shuttered and took another step closer. I felt Michael's alpha bond strong and dominating. Chase stopped and the two supernaturals had a stare off before Chase headed out of the room. He paused before his last step and said, "You're not alone anymore Little Wolf. You are safe with us." With those last kind words he was gone.