Chapter 27

First of all to those of you who actually care: So I didnt clear up that humans can have werewolf mates. It doesnt really matter, I'm the author and they just can okay? Muahahahaha ^.^

Second of all: FUTURE HEARTS BY ALL TIME LOW. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. DONT YA THINK.

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Fourth of all: I'm sorry Valerie had to go (I have been planning it for ages)

Fifth of all: I have exams in May, and summer is pretty much over and done with. A moment of silence for all you who have exams coming up. What are you the most afraid you'll fail in? What do you think you'll do the best in?

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(The A/N was long, and with this apology for it being long I'm making it longer. LOVE YOU GUYS)

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I wiped the sweat off my upper brow, attempting to quickly shove my brown hair into a messy ponytail. My hair was flinging round my face as I was fighting, my sight at a disadvantage.

'Crap' I mumbled to myself, noticing how significantly longer it had grown.

It had taken longer than I had anticipated, and in the middle of combat, I wasnt fast enough.

Kaitlyn pushed me down, my body falling harshly backwards on the gym mat, my half-done ponytail collapsing.

She hovered over me, pressing the smooth side of her broken wooden stick to my throat. Broken, courtesy of me of course.

I sighed in defeat.

'Seriously? Tying your hair up in the middle of a battle?' She raised one of her light eyebrows, amusement laced across her emotions.

'I misjudged how long it would take! It's grown too long for my liking' I grumbled, shoving her stick to the side of me.

I pushed myself off the floor, tying my hair up properly this time as I walked over to where my training bag was.

'Hey, you know the sign up sheets for first line are up?' Kaitlyn said beside me, shoving her training gear inside her small bag.

'I heard. Whats with having to sign up on paper for the being in the first line of attack for the war anyway? Its a bit weird, dont you think?' I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion, as I took a long drink from my plastic water bottle.

'Very. Something about the Alpha having a lot of work to do and the system makes collecting the data easier? I dont really know. You signing up?'

'Hell yes. You?'

'Already have. I didnt whoop your butt today at combat for nothing' Kaitlyn smirked, tossing her jumper over her shoulder.

'Aside from that.. how are you holding up? You know you can talk to me whenever you want right?' She said, expression and tone changed, a glint of sympathy in her eyes.

'I know... I hate it. I hate that it had to happen. These past few days, with the funeral and everything... I'm just ready to avenge her. So goddamn ready' My tone was laced with anger, my heartbeat still racing from the fight.

'Good. I know she's proud to have you as a mother' Kaitlyn placed her hand on my shoulder, before pulling me into a much-needed hug.

I refused to let anymore tears leave my eyes. I'm not even sure I have any left.

We pulled back from the hug, and walked to the exit of the training gym.

'The sheet is outside the main office, just a heads up' She said, as we both begun to walk our seperate ways.

I nodded in agreement.

Kaitlyn went towards the house for a shower, as I continued down the training hallway to the main office.

Going to the main office hasnt been a rare thing these past few months. We always need to go to the main office to sign up for things around the building that we want to access, like booking the training hall for the sessions that Kaitlyn and I use to train combat.

And... I'm also constantly late at doing so.

Which is why I've gotten to know the woman working at the main office, Tracy, who hates me, yet probably secretly thinks I'm awesome. I make her job more difficult and exciting than it usually is.

I spotted the sign up sheet, stuck up to the wall beside the main office by two strips of tape.

My eyes wandered over the names already listed on the sheet; names I recognised and names I didnt.

The recognisable ones included a Theodore Drake, a Kaitlyn Barnes, a Lucas Hemmings, a Jason Knightley, and a few other names from some other pack members I knew from passing.

I was kind of surprised I didnt see Vanessa or Nicholas' name on the list.

I wouldve actually thought Vanessa would be one of the first to sign up, considering she's been wanting "revenge on those low-life bastards who took everything from me".

Maybe they haven't had the chance to sign up yet?

I brushed off the thought, making a mental note to tell her about the sign-ups later, and went to write my name on the list.

Without a pen. Brilliant Jesse.

'Hey Tracy?' I popped my head through the main office door, seeing only Tracy's short blonde hair as her frame hunched over a desk.

'Yeah?' She muffled out, looking up at me with a pen between her lips.

'Can I borrow a pen? Preferably one that has not been chewed on' I pleaded.

Tracy rolled her eyes, shoving her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, before hurdling a pen from a drawer in my direction.

My wolf reflexes caught it just in time, surprisingly, as she had thrown the pen with force.

'Thanks bestie!' I yelled quickly, ducking back to the sign up sheet.

I twirled the blue pen in my fingers, before leaning my arm against the wall and began to write my name in the next available space.

I wrote out "Jesse", in my script-like handwriting, and was about to write out "Hadley", before I heard Tracy from the office.

'I hope you arent writing Hadley! You are legally under Drake!' Tracy yelled, my eyes widening in realisation.

Oops.

I crossed out the "H"  I had written, and wrote in "Drake" after my first name instead.

I clicked the pen close, turning into the main office again.

'Thanks Trace, for the pen, and the reminder' I hurtled her pen at her, which she surprisingly caught.

'I'm just sick of you signing up for stuff with the wrong name. Makes my job harder' She huffed, reverting her eyes back to her computer screen.

'Love you too Trace' I winked, turning out of her office again.

My eyes skimmed across the sign up sheet again, a large black blob making me double-take at the sight.

'Huh?' I thought out loud, as I looked closer at the sheet again.

Within the 5 seconds I had turned away from the sheet, my name had been crossed out off with so much ink pressed on the paper, you could barely even make out the name was originally mine.

And under my scribbed out name, was scrawny handwriting, reading "Christan Drake" .

That downright son of a-

"HEY, keep in PG rated in here!" Christan's voice accused in my head, through link.

'It's MY head!' I yelled out loud in frustration, unable to see him.

'Doesn't make a difference' Christan stepped out from behind a corner, a black pen within his fingers.

'What do you think you're doing?' I gestured to the sheet of paper.

'You aren't fighting' He said firmly, close enough now that his frame hovered over me.

'Actually, I am' I said, equally firm with my tone.

I glared straight at him for a moment, before quickly reaching out to try and pry the pen from his hand.

Christan pulled the pen high above my head as quickly as I had reached for it.

'Actually, you aren't' He mimicked me simply, holding the pen away from my reach.

'And since when do you make my decisions for me?' My voice raised.

I stepped back, raising my eyebrows with my hand on my hip.

'Since... now' Christan bought the pen down, holding it between both his hands, preparing to break it in half.

'Don't you DARE Christan!' I screamed, launching forward.

I grabbed the pen, pulling back with the strength that I had to pry it from him. He jerked forward as I did, almost losing his balance. But he didnt, and tugged back on the pen that was barely still in his fingers. His strength caused me to stumble and fall against his chest, the pen now barely still in my fingers.

'You arent getting this pen Jesse!' He tugged, his voice straining lightly.

'Give it to me!' I attempted to pull the pen from him again, but my physical strength couldn't overcome or match his.

'No!' He yelled, tugging the pen further to him.

Frustration raged through me.

So I quickly let go of the pen, making him stumble back a bit as I maneuvered myself behind him, and jumped on his back, swing my one leg over his shoulder to reach out and grasp the pen.

Christan stumbled back even further with the force, a groan leaving his lips. He barely held the pen, and it was now mostly in my posession.

We both froze when we heard someone clearing their throat loudly.

My eyes followed up from the pen to Tracy stood up in her chair, who had a confused look on her face. I was on Christan's back in the doorway of her office.

Oh, Apples covered in Fudge Sauce.

"I think we should discuss this somewhere more private" Christan's voice rang in my head, turning his eyes to me.

I nodded to him, getting down from Christan's body as calmly as I could.

We both mumbled a quick "Sorry" to Tracy, shuffling away from her office as awkwardly as we possibly could have.

We walked to the house in a deadly, tension-filled silence. Not a word was said, and both of us looked straight ahead in thought, away from each other.

It gave me 15 lengthy minutes to think up a full and complete argument, backing up my capability. It was an extremely long angry rant; involving gender equality and strength. I almost felt steam exploding out of my ears while I walked up.

I opened the door, leading him straight up the stairs to our room, in an attempt to avoid any more unwanted eyes on us.

I let him go ahead of me into the room, walking in myself, before I closed the door behind us.

I spun round to face him, mouth open to begin my argument, only have his hands grab my face and to have his lips crash against mine.

My eyes violently fluttered close, losing balance in my legs and stumbling till my back touched the door.

He kissed me sweetly, his hands running through my hair and sliding down to my waist. He pulled back slowly, leaving me shocked, his eyes boring into mine.

'I know you're capable, I do. You're a strong, quick and smart fighter. If you were anyone else, I would sign you up for first line myself. But you aren't.

You're mine. I care about you too much to even risk losing you.

I can't let what happened to Valerie happen again' He said, quiet enough for only me to hear.

He sounded almost desperate.

Well, that's 15 minutes of well-thought up angry argument wasted.

'And am I not supposed to feel the same about you? This love thing is a two-way feeling is it not? You think I would like to see you hurt, or worse? You think I would like to lose you?' My voice cracked slightly towards the end, unable to properly comprehend the thought.

'Its.. I dont- you.. I mean, I have to fight. You don't necessarily-' He stopped himself from speaking any further, clearly noticing how my eyebrows were raised in disbelief.

He sighed, hands flopping to his sides in defeat.

'Can't I just be selfish?' He pleaded like a small child, making my lips curl into a smile.

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