13: Owen finds Emily.
I have been searching for Emily for a few minutes now and with each passing second I was getting even more worried.
I decided to check the friendship tree. Which was a tree behind our classroom that we hung out together occasionally.
It should have been the first place I should have looked for her if I was thinking straight.
Changing into my wolf form, I raced to our school. With every three jumps I took, I winced from the pain on my chest.
Soon, I was there and I was yelling her name.
(Emily…. Emily girl, it's Owen. Where are you?)
I called out to her via the mind link. Emily had never ignored my call before but she did. I knew that because I could smell her scent all over the school.
I checked the tree but she wasn't there. I got worried even more, maybe she was unconscious or dead.
(Emily? I am panicking, girl. Just say something)
(Go away, Owen)
I heard her voice in my head. My wolf jumped in joy and so did I. I followed the sound of her voice and found on the hill, a stone throw away from the school. She was watching the sunset.
"Emily?" I called out softly like I didn't want to spook her.
For some reason, I kept envisioning the kiss we shared immediately I saw her figure curled up on the hill. It flashed repeatedly in my head.
"Emily?" It was the second call and I was very close now.
"Do you think he cares, Owen?"
I wanted to answer her question but I had no idea who she was talking about but the sadness in her voice made me stand still.
"Who are we talking about, Emily girl?" I asked her.
I knew she could tell that I was afraid to come any closer. Afraid of what I would do if I saw her face, if I saw bruises there. Will I snap and put her uncle in the ground? Or will simply do nothing and die of shame afterwards, the safe bet was to keep my distance and never find out.
The way she exhaled shallowly and the way she sat with her left hand supporting her frame told me she must be in a great deal of pain.
"Who are we talking about, Emily girl?" I asked her once again.
"My asshole of a father, who else would I be talking about Owen?!" She yelled at me, her voice shaky like she was crying.
"Do you think he gives a crap about me? How could he not come find me, Owen? How could he leave me here to be the freak of the pack?"
I was speechless. I had no idea what to say to my hurting best friend.
"But then again, who would love this? Who would want me?"
She stood up and turned around to face me. I guess in a way she made the choice for me. I had no place to look at except her face.
One eye was almost swollen shut, the other barely open, there was a huge claw mark on her chest and her dress was soiled in dirt. I must have transformed into my wolf immediately and gone into the legendary rage that plagued the Alpha Noah White family.
I took off towards Emily's house, hoping to get my claws on Philip Sanders. I didn't even notice Emily yelling my name until she was running behind me and she fell. She was crying out loud now on the pile of leaves she was lying on.
I changed back instantly. Apparently knowing that she wasn't dead was more important than any revenge plan.
I got closer and picked her up from the pile. She wasn't crying. She was laughing.
"It's very funny, Owen. What kind of a werewolf trips on her own foot? I mean talk about cliches, right?"
Then she pressed her face into her hands and she shook as the tears re-emerged.
I touched her face gently as possible to avoid bruising it further.
"I thought I was going to die when he wrapped his hands on my neck and smashed it on the wall but you know me…I stood right up and went right back into the fight. B-because h-he was about to…kill my..mom a-and what kind of a daughter would I be if backed down"
Emily lifted her head away from her palm and she sniffed. She didn't bother wiping the tears from her face and so, I did it for her.
"When he finally let us go, I ran because…I didn't want him to see me cry. I didn't want to give me the satisfaction of making Emily Sanders, the wild werewolf with no actual wolf, best friend with the Alpha's son, the fearless girl who picked a fight with Tabitha brown and lost publicly..twice, I didn't wait around for Uncle Phil to see that he finally broke me"
Emily was breathing fast now through her mouth.
"I would rather die…t-than a-allow that dipshit see me shake"
I didn't wait for her to say anymore and I gathered her into my arms and held her tightly. I would probably tease her about it later but right that moment, I comforted her.
But then Emily kissed me out of nowhere. I haven't even had the time to think about what the first kiss we shared earlier that day meant and here we were doing it again.
I knew she was vulnerable and in a bad place. And I should probably not take advantage but damn! I couldn't help but kiss her right back. I matched her passion with my own. I didn't want it to stop and by the way she was sucking my face, I knew that she didn't want it to stop too.
But then she was kissing my chest and I was confused at first about what she wanted from me. In a few hours, I would be able to find my mate and it was probably not going to be Emily.
So, I knew I had to stop it. But damn! It felt so good but an Alpha werewolf and a wolfless illegitimate Princess was a bad combination.
"Emily, what are you doing?" I asked in a low voice as I try to get my breathing under control.
"I want you, Owen" her voice carresed my already pent up body.
"You don't know what you are asking, Emily. You are just…sad. Whatever you think you want now, I guarantee you will regret it in the morning"
I wasn't just talking Emily out of it, I was trying to convince myself of the same.
"I am not confused, Owen. I always knew since I turned thirteen that I wanted to lose my virginity to you. I mean, let's face it. I have no Wolf, the probability of finding a mate is almost zero. Either you do this or I die a virgin and haunt you forever"
I knew that Emily was trying to make everything appear less complicated than it was but I knew better.
"It's not a joke, Emily girl. Are you sure you want this? Because…I do too"
As a reply, she kissed me again and again and again. Soon, clothes were flying off our bodies and we were doing more than kisses.
For a brief moment before I took her virginity, I prayed to the goddess to make Emily my mate tomorrow.