Page 41 of Twisting You

I didn’t need to see this. I couldn’t see this. It was like acid being washed through my body. It hurt. It made me physically sick to watch.

I began to edge backwards, sliding my body away from them. My wolf wanted her dead. I could charge at them and hit her, take her down in one bite. Kill. That was all I needed to do. Abruptly, I flung my body around and took off into the forest. I heard Dan quickly do the same, not understanding my sudden need to get away from them.

I lowered my head and kept charging forward. My tiredness now gone, all of a sudden my body found a new wave of energy; or perhaps we all find the needed strength when we need to run from something.

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“Chloe, slow down!” Dan shouted in my mind. But his house was coming into view and I didn’t stop. Even though my body was aching, I ignored the pain that shot up my legs as I kept pushing myself.

Finally, I leapt into the air and transformed back to two legs, landing on the dirt in human form and naked. I scooped up my clothes, not even caring I had just given Dan a full show.

Xavier wanted her over me. What did she have that I didn’t? What could she give that I couldn’t? I could love him harder. I could give him an endless life of love.

I pulled the top over my head and slipped my shorts on, not even bothering to find my underwear. I was covered. That was all that mattered.

“Chloe, what the hell is wrong?” Dan roared and grabbed my upper arm, bringing me to a stop.

My chest was heaving as I stood still for the first time in what felt like hours. I knew my eyes were covered with hate and anger.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong,” I snapped back. I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp but failed, as he just tightened his grip and kept his eyes locked on mine.

“Don’t lie to me.” His face was stern and sweat dripped from his forehead. If he was sweating, I was sure my face was plastered with it; red, hot and sweaty I would be.

“It’s Xavier,” I replied dryly.

“Mr. Clark? What about him?”

“He’s my…” Pain crossed my face as I said it, “my mate.”

Dan’s face twisted in shock before going blank. “He’s your mate.”

“Yes.” My expression dried of aggression. “And he doesn’t want me. He already has someone.”

Self-pity, pain and sadness filled my stomach as I said those words out loud.

Dan stood there frozen, staring at me. I pulled my arm from his grasp now with ease and walked off in the direction of his house.

Had I made a mistake telling Dan about Xavier? If I had, I guess I would just add it to the list of my mistakes, which was becoming endless.

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