Fighting Fate

I was tired, no scratch that I was absolutely exhausted. Training had been heavy, and my muscles ached as I moved. I flung open the door, headed to the kitchen and almost cried in pure happiness at the sight of the fridge. Food, I thought greedily, my dearest most loyal friend how I have missed your deliciousness. I scanned the shelves for something good to eat, my mind moving to upcoming events.Meg would be home soon, hauling in her new fiance. I hadn't met the bloke yet, they had been on a romantic cruise getaway all summer. Now that they were back, I'll finally be able to see him in the flesh. She sounded happy over the phone and I was happy for her, just a little too tired and sweaty to be excited right at this moment. But then, just as my eyes landed on the grapes, the most incredible scent filled the kitchen. Dark coffee beans dancing impossibly well with the soft freshness of a summer rain "No," I whispered. "No,

It was bright. Way too bright. I cracked my eyes open a little more and held my hand up to shield off the light. My whole body ached, feeling heavy against the thin mattress. I sat up a little, watching through the filter of my fingers as Ben's silhouette moved toward me. He stopped in front of me and I dropped my hand, letting my eyes adjust. His gorgeous eyes stared down at me, the supposed hero standing over his wounded damsel. 'Asshole.' I thought. "What the hell Ben?" I demanded, shifting a little in the thin sheets. My wolf didn't put up too much of a fight. We had something very important in common, pride. "You seem to have the roles reversed love, you ran into battle like it was a playground. I get to be angry about this Carrie, not you." I rolled my eyes easily, "It's my job, Ben. I would've gotten home and been fine. I've done it a hundred times over." He growle

Carrie left immediately after dinner. I ached to be near her, god knows what the stubborn woman was up to now. Stay I told myself, your fiance is here, you're meant to ache for her. Megan began squealing about napkin colours, it pushed me to the edge. I made a lame-ass excuse and left. If allowed her scent all the way down the street and around the corner to a gym. I sighed at the sight of a girl with chocolate hair weaved into a plait, wearing tights and a crop top, beating the crap out of a punching bag. Every word said the punching bag went swinging. "Stupid"Hit"Controlling" Hit "Son of a, " "Carrie!" I called. **************CARRIE'S POV I turned, he stood watching me, a mixture of anger and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Leave me alone Ben," I said, fixing my plait. His eyes followed my move

That morning was overcast and cool, whether I had always loved.Quickly, I pulled on my skinning jeans, boots and a light grey jersey. Then I brushed my hair into a high pony and wrapped a scarf around my neck for good measure. Armed with a scribbled note, reading a vague excuse, I left the house, leaving the note on the dining room table for Meg to see.The aim of today and the aim of many days to come was to avoid Ben. Hopefully, Meg's wedding plans would keep him occupied for most of the morning. That particular thought brought a sharp pain to my chest and my wolf howled mournfully. I shushed her and buried the feeling, increasing my pace as I walked along the pavement.By seven I was swaying as the bus rumbled beneath me. Eventually, we screeched to a stop and I stepped out, breathing in the slightly salty air. A small wooden sign read, "Welcome to Rosaline."I smiled, I had missed this place. I used to come here with my dad when I was small. Meg used

I was still pacing. It had been over an hour now, Ben was talking intently to someone over the phone in the kitchen. I heard him hang up and walk into the lounge. My stride didn't falter and I didn't glance his way. "Carrie." I didn't reply. "Carrie." I kept going, trying to block his voice out, frantically trying to plan as I paced. "Carrie!"  His hands were heavy on my shoulders, keeping me in place and forcing me to acknowledge him. "What!?" I demanded. "Calm down."