Chapter 65
I got up and started walking away towards the pathway up to the packhouse yard. My eyes and
head hurt from crying so much tonight. I need to sleep and then get back to my life, the way it was
before the guys barged in and decided they all of a sudden needed to be a part of it.
“Sky wait.” Mateo calls, jogging after me.
“I’m done for tonight, please just let me go.” I say weakly continuing my way up the path, but
slowing down. My wolf is still holding me back for some reason and I am too worn out to be
stubborn against her.
“I’m not going to stop you, and I know it probably means nothing, but I am sorry. I had no idea and I
know that’s on me, but for what it’s worth, I love you.” He wraps his big arms around me from
behind and kisses the top of my head and he breathes in deep then sighs before letting me go.
I take a few more steps forward when I smell Oliver right before he wraps his arms around me,
same as Mateo, but he kisses the side of my head before taking a deep breath of my scent. I can
feel his whole body relax before he lets go of me. Sam repeats the hug, kissing the other side of my
head, also taking a deep breath of my scent and noticeably relaxing. Sam releases me and I
continue up the path. I’m too drained to wonder what is going on with all of them taking in my scent.
My tears are flowing again. I can feel their sincerity, their agony at being a reason for some of my
torture. No one else approaches me so I continue walking, trying to steady my breathing. Even
though I told them I don’t want apologies, it stings that the twins didn’t follow suit with the other
three and I don’t expect anything from Sierra. She noticed within minutes that something was wrong
with me when these guys have known me my whole life.
I made it to the packhouse backyard and feel like I have been walking for hours. The full out run and
shifting like that took its toll, something I made note to work on. I can’t have an energy drain just
from shifting in a fight. Just as I start to turn towards my backyard, hands grab each of my upper
arms to stop me. Kota and Cam’s scent hits me at the same time and the warmth from their hands
makes goosebumps rise up all over my body.
“Sky.” They whisper in unison. I don’t say anything, but I let them stop my movement. I’m still crying,
but I can’t open my mouth to speak. I’ve said all I need to tonight.
“Tell us what to do Smalls.” Dakota says.
“We need to fix this, start making things right.” Cam follows up.
I breathe in shakily a few times. Anger and sadness both consume me. They need to figure this out
on their own. I don’t know what I need from them. “It’s too late for me, I don’t have much school left,
then hopefully I can find my mate or go to Elite Warrior training and get away from the bullsh*t.” I
just stare ahead of me, not really seeing anything. “Just don’t let it happen to anyone else. See
people, notice your pack members. Show them you are here for them, don’t just say pretty words.
Show them you are leaders, nobody actually cares about what you say, if your actions don’t match.”
“You want to leave.” Kota asks like he’s been punched in the gut and out of breath.
After all that I said, he picked up on me not wanting to be in a place I’m not wanted. What the hell?
“If you were me, would you want to stay?” I can only whisper. They have no response for me. With
that I stepped out of their reach, continued walking home and went straight to bed. I can’t handle
any more emotions today.
I stayed in my room all day Sunday. Even Sierra gave me my space, but she made sure I knew she
was giving me space today and only today via text, which did make me smile. How does she know
me so well already? She knows what I need without having to ask, and she sees through my BS
and calls me on it too. I’m sure she figured I was going to try and skip school tomorrow. There is just
too much drama that I don’t need and I have no idea what the guys are going to do with the
information I gave them. I don’t want to see that look in their eyes like I’m fragile. And after the mall
display, Kaley will have something planned for me too.