Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 94

Maybe I'm an addict. Maybe he's my own personal drug, my own breed of liquor. When I look at him now, in the front seat, driving, I can't help but think about jerking the wheel and colliding with the monstrous tree just ahead. It's the call of the void. It's that one split second where the real darkness within seeps out and takes over. My eyes stare at the wheel, my hand fists my shirt, then I glance off out the window.

I try to do things that are good for me, sometimes. I convince myself that I'm not going to give in again, but when you're addicted to something, who knows. Maybe I don't care anymore. Being hurt is familiar, unlike our moments when he's kind to me. Those moments are more frequent, and I'm worried that I'll grow used to them. Is it wrong to feel grounded when I'm hurting? I don't know anything else. What if I don't like being happy?

My mother acts like she understands me when really she thinks I'm pathetic. She doesn't like me deep down, I know it. It's hard to like me, I think.

I try to do things that are good for me, sometimes, but sometimes I like being this person. I understand this person. I've grown to accept that this is who I am, so maybe James is good for me either way. If he's bad, then it will be... Well, that wouldn't be easy. Maybe I'm wrong. I don't think I can take it when he hurts me. I've learned that. I've felt it before when I was here the first time. I know that.

When I'm with him, I can't be the hurt person or the happy person. That is, if he is this drug, if he is my own bitter taste. If he's telling the truth, if he's been genuinely trying, then I don't know what to expect. I don't know how to be happy.

If people are afraid of the unknown, am I afraid of happiness?

I said I was going to test him, and I am. There needs to be a lining of caution tape around him at all times. I practically told my mother that I was going to prove her wrong, but that may be a long journey. I can't be a strong Luna if I don't trust my Alpha and if I don't feel stable. It's a staircase. Climbing will be hard, but eventually, I'll get to the top. She'll grab at my feet and pull me down, this comforted-by-sadness part of me, but I could always try again.

Happiness is a fear I can conquer with him. I just pray he is telling the truth.

He was honest about the green-eyed girl, and that gives me hope, but I know about him and hope. So, I'll take my time, nice and slow, something sure. James needs to prove himself.

A hand rests on my arm, and I suddenly come in contact with light. My eyes shy away, my fingers rubbing into them. Once aware, I peer around and realize we're back and that I fell asleep. James looks down at me. "We're here. I'll grab your things, go on inside."

I nod and slip off my seat, my feet landing abruptly on the hard ground, telling me it is time to move. When I open the front door and walk through, everything comes back to me in one harsh wave. For a moment, I doubt if this is a good idea, then I venture on to the kitchen. I hear them, Gail and Theresa.