Chapter Six

In school we were taught about werewolves and their mates. One thing we were taught about is that even though all mates are humans they can still feel the mate pull. They need their mate. They need to see their mate, they need to hear their mates voice, but most importantly they need to feel their mates touch. If they don't have any of these they can slip into a depression state. They become restless if their not near their mate for even a couple hours. They pull is even stronger before they complete the mating cycle after they complete the mating cycle the pull doesn't become weaker it just becomes less noticeable.

I stood by the bedroom door with my hand on the knob debating if I wanted to go out there or not. I couldn't fall asleep I looked up at his alarm clock. It was three in the morning and I still couldn't fall asleep.

I didn't want to admit it but i needed to be close to Clayton right now. I needed him I knew that but I couldn't go out there and beg him to lay with me so I could fall asleep I would look weak, pathetic, and I would look desperate. But I needed him I didn't want him but I needed him.

I sighed as I slowly opened the door and walked out to the hallway once I reached the stairs I took one more deep breath before I walked down the stairs. I walked into the living room and stared at Clayton who was peacefully sleeping on the couch.

"Clayton." I whispered and poked him... "Clayton." I said a bit louder.

I sighed when he still didn't wake up. "Clayton!" I said right above a whisper.

Right as I said that he shot up from bed and he looked around frantically before grabbing me and saying "Oh my god Evelyn are you alright?!"

"Yes I am fine." I said pushing him away.

He groaned and laid back down "Then why the fuck did you wake me up?!" He growled. "Never fucking wake me up for nothing! Unless you are in mortal danger, you've made me food, or you want sex don't wake me up from my slumber!

I sighed and looked at him with soft eyes. "It's just.. you know what never mind." I said softly as my eyes watered.

I looked at me with softer eyes "No fuck Evelyn just tell me what you want." He said a bit nicer.

"I um.. I was just wondering if you um would... Never mind it was stupid just go back to sleep." I whispered.

"Ev, please tell me."

"I just was wondering if you wanted to come upstairs with me." I said quietly looking at the ground.

His eyes shot up and a smirk grew on his face. "Baby if you wanted sex you should've just said so!" He said happily as he started to pull his pants down.

"What?! God no!!! Keep your pants on you sick freak!!" I yelled. "I meant to go upstairs and sleep by me! No sex just sleep!"

He laughed loudly and said "Yes I'll come upstairs with you." He said and grabbed my hand and he lead us upstairs.

He walked fast as we walked upstairs and into the bedroom. He walked over to the bed and jumped on the bed and patted the spot next to him. I laid by him and I pulled up the covers.

He scooted closer to me making me scoot farther away from him.

"Goodnight Evelyn." He whispered.

"Clayton?" I said.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I still hate you." I said.

I heard him sigh "Evelyn please stop saying that." He begged.

"Only telling you the truth." I smirked.

"You don't understand. Every time you tell me that you hate me I feel like I'm going to die. I feel my heart break into a million pieces. I feel so much pain I want to cut out my heart. So please I'm begging you stop saying that."

I smiled "I love it when you're in pain you deserve to be in pain after everything you've done to innocent people. All those people you killed. So I hate you."

"I'm not as bad as you think I am." His whispered.

"Go to sleep Clayton." I said harshly.

After a few minutes I feel asleep.