HARLOW WALKED INTO SCHOOL WITH A HEAVINESS INSIDE HER, a dark cloud weighed her down, and she couldn't help but feel on edge like something was approaching, but she hoped it wasn't the sticking pain.
"Harlow! Hey, wait up!" Someone called out to her, a familiar voice that always seemed to send her feeling a little nauseous whenever he was around. She turned, only to see Matt rushing his way to her. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, but she didn't feel right about being around him; there was something about his presence that screamed, 'he wants something more,' Harlow was not that type of girl. Although, at this point, she didn't even know where she stood in this Pack. Within her old Pack, she wasn't seen as anybody; she was seen here.
Harlow forced a smile on her lips; it never seemed to reach her eyes. The dark cloud inside her didn't like it too. "Oh, hey." It was her lame way of greeting him. "What's up?" She asked as he
MICHAEL STOOD THERE, frozen in place. Harlow couldn't help but notice how troubled she looked; if it was possible, the darkness within his eyes darkened even more. The urge to ease his trouble state was strong, but she stayed put. Michael Collins wasn't someone Harlow could trust, ever. Even if he was her Mate, there was something about him that resulted in conflict within her mind, and she couldn't help but feel like it was toxic. Silence, that's all that stood between them—a slicing silence. It was so abnormal for werewolves who identified themselves as Mates to act in such away. Usually, they couldn't stay away from each other; they couldn't keep their hands off one another. Yet, she and Michael didn't even come close to being normal; he was...far from ordinary. They both went against the natural nature of Bonding Mates; both seemed to resist it more than the other. "What are you doing here?" Harlow asked. Finally, curiosity got
HARLOW STOOD FROZEN TO THE SPOT; she could not comprehend the person staring back at her. At first, she thought it might be her imagination. Harlow was missing him so much to the point that she was imagining him standing there. The thing was, her imagination didn't look this real, which meant he was there in flesh and bones. "Hey," he greeted. Yep, not her imagination! Her thoughts were jumbled up in her brain, and she couldn't obtain a proper reply back. Harlow just stood there, mouth wide open and eyes broad as saucers. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was doing. She must have looked like a retarded fish because she was staring at him like he was the only being left on earth. It wasn't my fault though, how was she supposed to react when they're in a situation like this? "Can I come in?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck gently while searching her face for any respon
"HARLOW?" "Nan, I'm getting changed. Can you give me a second?" Mentally, Harlow patted herself on the quick reply she seemed to come up with, but the guilty feeling for lying to the people she loved left a bitter taste in her mouth. It seemed that Michael was rubbing off on her, influencing her lying self, and the funny thing about it is, she hadn't even spent that much time with him. She groaned, "Okay, but hurry up. I want to talk to you about something." Harlow couldn't help but mentally stop, as the 'something' must've had been severe enough if her nan was so hung up on talking to her about it now rather than leave it for later. She brought her fingers to her lips, motioning for Michael to be quiet. Straight after, she pushed him- or at least she tried to push him near her closet, but he was heavy and reluctant. He wouldn't budge. "Michael," she hissed. "Get in."
THAT NIGHT HARLOW COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT MICHAEL HAD SAID; his words kept replaying inside the barriers of her mind. 'Fine, I'll teach you.'As if it were that simple, and maybe for him it was, it was that simple. But for her, it didn't seem all that simple inside her head. Harlow couldn't help but think about it logically; Michael was asking her to betray the people that protected her, her mom and nan. The thought of spending more time with the world's most wanted criminal didn't help with the guilt that fluttered inside of her. Michael hadn't stayed for too long after she'd unconsciously agreed to something that she didn't know whether or not it was a good idea in the first place. However, besides everything else that seems negative towards the situation, he was her mate, and Harlow would do anything to spend a little bit more time; in fact, both she and her wolf craved to be closer to him even if he was the worse person known
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH HIM?" Michael spat the words out harshly, all while letting go of her arm, and took two steps away from her. "I thought he was just your friend, not your fucking boyfriend.""I-"He pulled at his hair in frustration, "You lied to me, didn't you?""No, Mich-" Harlow tried again, but Michael kept interrupting her."You know what. Just go back; I'm going too."The moment those words left his mouth, her heart sunk. She didn't want him to leave, "Michael, it's not what you think!" She shouted in anger, "Stop assuming things that aren't true."Behind his cold eyes, she saw the visible anger in the depths of those dark obsidian eyes of his, but she didn't understand what she had done wrong? "He's not my boyfriend, and I know what it looks like, but a group of us came here together as friends."She lied. 
"MICHAEL?" Harlow walked further into the woods. She had no idea where she was heading, but all Harlow could focus on was finding him, or she was going to be so furious and completely and utterly lost. "Michael?" She called out again. Her voice wasn't booming, but if he was near, he should be able to hear her call out for him. It was stupid of her to think that calling out his name would help; Michael was the kind of person to make everything harder for every human on this earth, especially her. It got on her every nerve. Why did she have to be Mated to this idiot again? Out of nowhere, she felt someone push her against the bark of a neighbouring tree. They clutched both of her hands securely above her head and had Harlow's face pressed against the tree unwillingly. It all happened so quickly, and she didn't have enough time to react. Her hands were in an awkward position, and all she wanted was to b
"WHERE DID YOU RUN OFF TO LAST NIGHT?" Mia whispered in her ear. They sat beside each other as the headmistress when over the latest events, which wasn't much considering recent events. Michael was busy teaching her how to fight rather than conduct another plan to attack packs, which Harlow couldn't figure out whether or not it was a good thing. "I couldn't find you at the party anywhere." Maybe it was; it meant that fewer people would be hurt. If Michael remained busy with her, then the rest of the world wouldn't be in so much terror over her Mate's cruel actions. God...is this what my life has come to? Harlow couldn't help the sudden realization that she has been blessed with. "I went home." Despite the detorts she took on her way there. Nonetheless, Harlow didn't say anything further other than that; it was better that way. "Home? But your mom and nan were still
"HARLOW, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Her head snapped out of her trance and focused on the person who Harlow sat in front of her on the opposite side. Mia had a concerned look on her face, like always, and all Harlow wanted to do was wipe it off her face. She nodded her head, not wanting to speak because if she was scared that she might say anything to reveal why she felt so down. It has been a day, and Harlow still couldn't shake the words of her Alpha out of her mind. His voice had been haunting her like nobody's business, some might pin this feeling down as guilt, but she felt worse by the minute. Harlow was sitting with Mia in a small Café, munching on some biscuits that the shop gave out for free. Her mom had taken her nan somewhere she didn't know much about, probably to another doctors appointment; she was beginning to become a litter worse than she had ever been before and it was concerning. The