Song - Never Be Like You by Fume

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[Chapter 8]

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the bedroom, but instead I was laying on a blanket of soft grass. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked around. The last thing I remembered was eating Oreos on my bed.

It was in the middle of the night. Everything around me was dark and from what little light I had, I could see towering trees all around me. I stared up at the dark sky. The moon was in its gibbous phase, almost a full moon, and it illuminated the darkness along with the billions of stars that twinkled and painted the sky with their light.

I stood up from the ground and frowned when I realized that this was the same lake that I was at a couple days ago. The one where I met that red-eyed scary beast whose been haunting me in my sleep. I slowly walked over to the water and peered at my reflection.

I was still wearing the exact same clothes as I was when I fell asleep. Nixon's T-Shirt and sweatpants. 'Why are we here?' I asked Artemis in confusion.

'I don't know....' she whispered with a shaky voice.

I froze when I heard low growling behind me. My body began to shake in fear and my heart started beating erratically as I felt the presence of someone or something behind. I gulped and slowly turned around.

My stomach twisted when I saw the big, fury beast in front of me. The moon above made his midnight black fur glisten. His red eyes glowed in the dark.

He bared his teeth as he snarled. I stared at his long canines in horror. They looked so long and sharp.

Out of everyone on this damn planet, why does he have to go after me? And what makes me ever more terrified is the fact that he's real and that I've actually seen him. The same. Exact. Beast.

I unconsciously took a step back in fear of becoming dinner. He didn't seem to like that because he took a few steps towards me as he growled again. My legs became wobbly and weak.

I'm shit scared right now.

I didn't know if this was real or a dream. Either way, I don't want to die. Although, if I did die, I wouldn't have to face my monster of a mate. Artemis whimpered at the thought of not seeing our 'mate' ever again. I couldn't care less.

"What do you want?" I cried out to the fury animal-like creature. He didn't respond, like I expected him to. He released an animalistic growl again but it was much louder than before.

His tongue stuck out as he licked his teeth. He took a few more steps so that he was standing right in front of me. I stumbled back due to our closeness and tilted my head back slightly so that I could keep an eye on him.

"Trinity!" I heard a familiar voice shout behind the wolf-like beast. I looked behind him and gasped when I saw bodies covered in blood. When the hell did those get there? Some of them were ripped apart and scattered everywhere.

I felt bile rise up in my throat as I stared at the bodies with wide eyes. The sudden urge to vomit was prominent, but I held it in.

One of the bodies sat up. "Go!" they cried. Their blonde hair stuck up with dry blood, rocks, and dirt. Blood and scratches covered their lightly tanned skin. Their clothes were ripped with claw marks and their eyes were bloodshot. "Go before he gets you!"

Then he fell back over. It was then that I recognized these people. My parents, Jordyn, Jaylon, and Kiera laid there on the ground behind the monster. Tears fell from my eyes as I couldn't get the images of their faces out of my head. My eyes gave the bodies one more once over before I noticed the piles of bodies behind them. I released a cry when I realized that they were my pack members.

"NO!" I cried out when I stared at their lifeless bodies.

The animal moved towards me and I whimpered. He's going to slaughter me just like he did to my family.

Without thinking, I turned around and ran. I ran and ran and ran. I didn't even stop. I could hear him running behind me, the sound of his ginormous paws hitting the ground echoed throughout the forest. His growl rang behind me and I shuddered, but still continued running.

I tried shifting, but for some reason I couldn't.

'Artemis?' I called out to her, wondering why I couldn't shift, but she didn't respond. I began to panic when I felt his breath hit the back of my neck.

I quickly changed the direction I was running, throwing him off guard. He slid passed me and ran into a tree stump. The trees blurred passed me as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Thank the moon goddess I am a fast runner. If I was slow, I would've been killed a long time ago.

I spotted a large tree in front of me. Knowing that I can't outrun him, I ran up to the tree. I jumped and grabbed a hold of one of the low branches. Then I hoisted myself up. I saw that he was getting closer and I began to panic.

I continued grabbing onto branches, pulling myself higher and higher until I couldn't go up any more. I glanced down and saw his red eyes staring up at me. Then he began climbing up the side up the tree using his sharp claws.

I gasped at how fast he was climbing. I looked around and saw how close the neighboring tree was. Without much thought, I leaped onto the closest branch. Then I went to the farthest branch from the tree he was at and began climbing down.

When I jumped onto the ground, I heard a thump behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he jumped down from the top of that large tree.

How the hell does one do that?

I quickly broke out into a run. Well that was a waste. I should've known he was going to catch up to me know matter what.

The only thing I could see was the path in front of me. Everything was dark because of the trees blocking out the moon and stars. I dodged the sticks and rocks, not wanting to trip. But because of my luck, I didn't see the tree root sticking up from the ground and got my foot stuck under it. I fell onto the ground with a thud. I tried pulling my foot out but I couldn't.

The beast ran towards me and leaped. I cried in pain as the back of my head hit a random rock behind me. He placed all of his weight on me as he leaned forward slightly. His muzzle was inches away from me. His breath reeked of rotten flesh and blood and I gagged. He bared his teeth and snarled, showing off the blood stained on them.

I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to process everything that was happening. My breath became ragged and tears streamed down my cheeks as he trailed his nose over my neck, nipping the sensitive skin slightly. He moved his mouth over to my arm and bit down on it, his teeth puncturing the skin.

I screamed when I felt sudden pain shoot up from my arm. Hot, sticky liquid pooled out of the wound and began to soak through the white fabric that was on my torso. I bit my lip so hard that it began drawing blood. He moved his mouth to my other arm and bit it. I released another strangled cry as I felt another jolt of pain. When he pulled away, he flashed me a creepy grin.

He brought his paw up to my face and swiped, his nails digging into my flesh.

If this is how I die, I would have to say my life wasn't that good. First, my pack gets attacked by the Fated Night Pack and then they kidnap one of my best friends. Then I have to face nightmares that feel so freakin' real-which didn't start until after my pack got attacked. And then when my life starts falling back into place, I find out that my mate is the one who has killed millions of people and forced poor wolves to become rogue. I also get kidnapped by my so called 'mate' who doesn't show any affection towards me.

And now, I am going to be killed by the one whose been haunting me all my life.

I thought that after our first encounter here he would leave me alone. But I guess I was wrong.

The beast continued swiping at me. My face was covered with blood and cuts. By the time he was done, my body was also bloody. So bloody that Nixon's shirt was no longer white, but red. The tears streamed down my cheeks, collecting the blood from my cheeks with them.

I cried out as the cuts all over me began to sting when the cold wind blew on them. I cried even louder when he moved closer towards me, mouth opened. I could feel his canines grazing the skin on my neck.

Without much thought, I began screaming the first name that came to my mind, "Nixon!" I gasped for air and choked on my own saliva. "NIXON, PLEASE!" I could practically see my life flash before my eyes. "Help! Nixon!"

I don't know what gave me the audacity to call out to him because it's not like he'll hear me and it's not like he'll give a damn. He's probably off doing alpha business and not caring about anybody but himself.

The beast pulled away and stared at me in confusion. His eyes were wide. I continued to cry due to the agonizing pain and squirmed under the hold of the huge, fury beast. His nose twitched lightly as he sniffed the air. His eyes narrowed at me and he leaned forward, sniffing my neck.

He growled at me and bit down on my neck. I tried screaming, but no sound was coming from my throat. Everything suddenly became blurry as all I saw was darkness and the monster in front of me.

I began choking when I couldn't breath. The last thing I saw were the pair of scary red eyes staring back at me before everything went black as I fell into a hole of darkness.

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I quickly sat up with a strangled scream. My body shook and I dripped with sweat. My hair was matted to my face and tears rolled down my sweaty cheeks. I glanced around and noticed that I was back in the guest room in Nixon's house. The room was almost completely dark, but the shades in front of the window were open so the light the moon provided lit the dark room.

I rubbed my wet eyes and tried to compose myself, but the salty tears kept on coming. I began to claw at my arms when I could still feel the teeth sinking into them. Pain surged through my body.

'It's okay.....' Artemis tried to coo but I ignored her.

The door to the room flung open as Nixon came rushing in. When he saw my terrified body and traumatized expression, he ran over to me. He knelt down next to the bed and cupped my cheeks. I closed my eyes tightly and continued to sob. He stood up and lifted me up. Then he sat down onto the bed and placed me on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my tiny frame and I buried my face into his neck. My fists clutched onto his back.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, so my nails dug into his back. I could feel my claws extending and canines growing.

Nixon pulled me closer to him and started rubbing my back. My back shook as I continued to cry. "Shhhhh...." he whispered softly. His soothing voice calmed down my wolf. My teeth and claws went back to their normal size and I slowly inhaled, smelling the sweet vanilla and aftershave scent Nixon gives off.

My mind soon drifted off to my family. The images of their mutilated dead bodies appeared in my mind and I began feeling sick. The thought of my family being slaughtered made my stomach churn, causing me to feel nauseous. I immediately got off of Nixon and tried to rush to the bathroom, but he grabbed my wrist.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head and tried to get him to release me, afraid that if I spoke I would throw up all over the place. He finally let go and I rushed into the bathroom. Nixon followed behind me and stopped at the door, probably expecting me to yell at him to get out again. I lifted up the toilet seat and bent over, emptying all of the contents out of my stomach.

Nixon's eyes widened when he saw my state. He rushed over to me and pulled my tangled hair back away from my face so that it wouldn't get in the way. My body shook violently and my legs became wobbly, causing me to fall onto my knees. He rubbed my back with his free hand.

After a minute or so of me puking my guts out, I quickly flushed the toilet because I didn't want him to see it. Then I stood up, but my legs wobbled and I stumbled. Arms immediately wrapped around my waist. Heat coursed through my body when I felt the electric tingles from his touch.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and lead me over to the sink so that I could wash my hands and mouth.

He went downstairs to get me a water bottle using his werewolf speed. I guess he didn't want to leave me alone for more than thirty seconds. That's kind of sweet, but I'm in a vulnerable state.

While I was waiting, I stared at my reflecting in the mirror before me. My skin was pale, the color of an off white piece of paper, my eyes were lifeless and dull—not their normal bright blue color, my nose was the color of a tomato, and my hair was covered in sweat and it clung to my damp cheeks and neck. It was also sticking out and tangly.

My eyes wandered down to my arms and widened when I saw scratches all over them. Dry blood painted my skin as well as cuts that were already scabbing over. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What the hell?

I was about to rinse the blood off but Nixon came back into the room with a cold water bottle in his hand. He handed it to me and I began rinsing my mouth with it, swishing it around and spitting it out. Then I grabbed my toothbrush that I've been using these past couple days and began brushing my teeth until my mouth was clean and my breath was minty fresh.

When I was done, I ran my fingers through my sticky hair. A hand clutched onto my arm and yanked me into a warm body. My eyes snapped up and saw his vibrant green eyes inspecting the claw marks on my arms. "What happened?" he asked, panic was clear in his voice.

I shrugged. "I don't know..." I was probably clawing at myself in my sleep.

His eyes became sad when he saw all of the cuts. He lifted his gaze, his meeting mine. They held so much intensity and sadness. A frown etched on his face when he rubbed his thumb over one of the cuts and I winced.

"Do you..." he took a deep breath and held my gaze with a pained expression, "...c-cut yourself?" his voice cracking at the end.

My mouth fell open in surprise and I immediately shook me head. "No! Oh God no. I must've done it in my sleep." My voice shook. I slightly swayed as I tried to walk. His hands shot out to steady me. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and mumbled a 'thank you'.

He turned around so that his back was facing me and be bent his knees a little. I just stood there like an idiot not knowing what to do. He glanced over his shoulder to look at me. "Get on my back." My eyes widened in surprise. His tone wasn't cold or harsh. Sure, he was telling me what to do but it wasn't in his Alpha tone, more in a soft tone.

I must've been too stunned to move because he smirked and took a step back so that his butt was lightly touching my stomach. His hands gripped my wrist and brought them up to his neck. Then his large hands cupped my butt and lifted me up. I ignored the feeling of him touching me in a very intimate place and wrapped my legs around his abdomen.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck, enjoying the heat he provided. He then carried me out of the bathroom and through the dark bedroom. "Where-" I started but he cut me off.

"Shhhh...." He whispered. "Just rest. You need it." I slowly closed my eyes, peace taking over my body.

Nixon soon stopped when he reached a room. The lights were off, so it was dark. The smell of vanilla and aftershave was really strong, so I'm assuming that this is his room. He gently placed me down onto something soft. His windows were opened too, so just a little bit of light from the moon and stars shone in.

I could see his face a little bit. He was looking at me. When he saw my sweaty body he frowned. He disappeared in the darkness and turned on the light in the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water. A few moments later Nixon came back. He placed his hand on the small of my back and gently lead me to his bathroom.

The walls of the bathroom were dark red with white, forming some different patterns. Some parts of the walls were red while some were black. The cabinets and drawers next to the sink were red as well as the sink itself. The bathtub that sat next to the laundry machine was also red and so was the floor. The ceiling was black. At the far end of the bathroom was an interesting looking shower. There was a glass door that slid open and it looked like a quarter of a circle.

Damn, this guy sure loves red and black. I can't blame him though. Red is the color of blood, something he thirsts, and black is the color of his soul. Suits him perfectly.

"I'm going to go get you some clothes." he started walking to the door and then pointed over to the shower, "Go ahead and get in." He left. I began taking my clothes off until I was completely bored. Then I opened the door to the shower and climbed in.

I sighed when I felt the cold water pelt against my back. It made the sweat vanish and soothed the stinging cuts on my arms. I leaned against the dark wall and closed my eyes. But I quickly regretted it when my mind drifted to the nightmare I had fifteen minutes ago and that sickly feeling came back. It was worse than all of my other dreams.

Just when I thought that my nightmares couldn't get any worse, they some how manage to. Involving my pack was just too much for me. My pack members means so much to me that I would do anything to keep them safe even if I am just a normal girl in the pack.

They are so friendly and when we joined after our pack got attacked they greeted us with open arms. They treated us nicely and helped us get situated.

I didn't realize that I was crying until I sniffled. I slid down onto the wet floor and brought my knees up to my chest and buried my face into them. My wet hair fell over my knees. I tried to be as quiet as possible because I didn't want Nixon seeing me this vulnerable even though he already has.

He probably already thinks that I'm a lame excuse for a mate. I'm weak and he's most likely embarrassed to have a weak mate like me. That's most likely the reason why he's been treating me like any other werewolf in his pack.

Artemis growled at me for being so negative. But it's true and I'm pretty sure she knows that too. This morning he practically called me weak after he choked me. I admit, I do cry a lot but I have my reasons. He was hurting me and I have these traumatic nightmares that feel so real.

The door to the bathroom opened up and Nixon came walking in with a pile of clothes in his arms. I quickly stood up and wiped the wet tears away from my eyes. I covered myself with my hands, not really liking the idea of him seeing me naked.

He turned around and walked over to the shower. His eyes me mine, not once looking at my body. He narrowed his green eyes when he saw my red eyes. His jaw clenched, he placed his hands on the glass, and leaned a little closer. "Are you okay?" his voice was muffled because of the running water and glass door between us.

I nodded my head. He didn't look convinced. He opened the door and turned the water off. Then he grabbed a fluffy red towel and wrapped it around my small body, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I stepped out of the shower and shivered slightly when the cold air touched my wet body.

Water droplets rolled down my cheeks and my soaked hair dripped onto the floor. I glanced at the clothes Nixon brought for me; a red T-Shirt and a pair of black sweatpants—similar to the ones from before.

Warm hands cupped my cheeks and tilted my face up so that I was looking into his. He was frowning as he scanned my newly red eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" he repeated himself.

I didn't reply. Instead, I picked up the clothes and began to leave, but I halted when his hand shot out and grasped onto my wrist. "Where are you going?"

"Changing." I responded. His eyebrows rose in confusion.

"You can change in here."

He didn't get it. I didn't want to change in here because he was here. Artemis obviously liked the idea of him seeing us change, but I didn't. I just stared at him with a frown. "But you're....um in here." I coughed awkwardly. I tried to say it lightly because I didn't want him getting mad at me.

His eyebrows shot up before realization dawned upon him and his lips formed an 'o'. He immediately turned around, giving me his back. I stood there for a second or two, staring at his deliciously muscular, tan back before removing the towel. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. As I was drying my legs, I couldn't help but notice the muscles in his back tensing up.

I quickly slipped on the clothes he gave me. Once I was fully dressed, I told him that I was done. He turned back around and his eyes scanned my body. A warm feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I felt his eyes roaming me. A sound of satisfaction erupted from his chest as he took a step towards me.

"Do you have any brushes I can use." I blurted out and took a step back. I ran my fingers through my wet, tangly hair. He smirked when he noticed my uneasiness but nodded and went to one of the drawers by the sink. He opened it and pulled out a brush. "Thanks." I mumbled when he handed it to me.

I began brushing my hair, Nixon watching my every movement. After I finished, I handed it back to him. He placed it on the counted and faced me again. His hand reached out and gripped mine, lacing our fingers together and lead me back into his room. I felt my cheeks heat up as well as my whole body and Artemis yipped with pleasure.

His hand felt rough yet soft. It felt perfectly against mine. My hand was much smaller than his.

Why is he being so nice? Maybe he feels bad about earlier and regrets ever laying a finger on me. No. He probably thinks that it'll stop me from being so stubborn and actually obey him like a dog.

When he made a move towards his bed, I quickly pulled my hand out of his grasp. His head snapped towards me so fast that I was surprised he didn't get whiplash. I took a step back and wrapped my arms around myself.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I-I'm not going back to sleep..." my voice trembled.

"Well, why not?" he questioned when I made a move towards the door.

I sighed. "You wouldn't understand." I replied with a sad frown. Most of the time I can never go back to sleep after I have a nightmare because I'd have it again. It's happened before.

His eyes narrowed an I could tell he was getting frustrated. "Maybe." He moved closer. "But that's because you don't tell me what's been bothering you. You're not telling me anything. All I can do is watch you cry and try to comfort you. I'm guessing it was the same reason last night?" He continued stepping towards me until he was a couple feet away from me.

"I didn't tell you because it doesn't concern you." I left his room, but he followed me. I groaned in annoyance. "It's none of your business."

He growled in anger. "It is too my business because you're my mate." I ignored the jittery feeling in my stomach when I heard the possessiveness in his tone, but continued down the hallway, passed my room.

"You sure never act like I'm your's." I spat, emphasizing the word 'your's'. Can we ever go an hour without arguing? I swear that's all we ever do. It's so annoying. I may be stubborn, but he's the one who has the pride and thinks he knows everything. I stopped walking, staring at him expectantly.

He clenched his jaw as he stared at me. He took a step forward and looked down at me. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but closed it and released groan in frustrated. He ran his hand through his onyx hair, which by the way looked super soft, and sighed. Then he just walked away. I watched as his figured disappeared through the dark hallway.

I gaped at the darkness in front of me before rolling my eyes and proceeding to go down the stairs. Of course he would just walk away. His ego is bigger than the planet. He care more about himself than anybody else, including his mate.

When I reached downstairs, I went in to the living room and threw myself onto the couch in front of the T.V.. I picked up the remote and turned the T.V. on, making sure the volume was low, although it would be pretty funny having the volume so loud that Nixon gets annoyed.

I continued surfing the channels for something to watch until it landed on The Big Bang Theory. I smiled and clicked on it. I continued watching until the sun rose up from behind the mountains and illuminated the dark room.

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