The Werewolf's Chapter 416: The choice

Chapter 416: The choice

Gyles

I look at him and there is a smile on his face. The kind that he used to hold when we were younger. Or rather, should I say, when he was younger. This is the only way Rogers has really known . When we were younger, I took him in. we beca a family and I loved him.

Now, I am just terrified of the man that he beca.

"Hello Gyles," he breathes and walks over to . I don’t know anything about this punishnt but could he be real. I an, I saw ghosts yesterday. He could be a ghost... right?

I look at him and he looks the sa. His hair is long and curly, his eyes are the sa. Even his smile is the sa. He reaches out for my hand. I pull away. I can’t accept his touch.

"What are you doing here?’’ I ask my voice barely a whisper.

"Well, you know . I get bored easily. I decided to co and visit you. It is only fair after all," he smiles at .

I look at him and I can feel my heart breaking. I don’t feel the sa way about him, I doubt I will ever even think about him in that light. The people I love are waiting for

on the other side of this. I have to get back to them.

"I can’t do this. Please, just leave

alone," I say and turn around. I walk away. I will not let myself fall for his tricks.

"Oh, Gyles. You are in such a rush. Don’t you want to know why I am here?" he asks. I don’t answer. I keep walking. I turn my head to the left and see the cave entrance.

"I am here to take you ho," he says and I stop walking.

I turn around and I see him walking towards

with a smile on his face. He is walking towards . I have to do sothing before he gets here. I have to. He is reaching for . His hand is so close to my face. He could grab

any ti now. I have to do sothing.

I have to run.

He grabs my arm and pulls

back. I don’t even know what to do. The more I struggle, the more he holds on to . He pulls

closer to him and I feel his breath on my face. I look at him and I see sothing in his eyes that I never thought I would see. I see a flash of the past in the reflection of his pupils. I see us when we were young and in love. I see the person he was before he decided to murder all those people.

"I am here to take you ho,’’ he repeats this ti a lot firr in his tone.

"I am ho, I am right where I am supposed to be,’’ I tell him because there is no place I would rather be.

He scoffs and then lets go of my hand. We are in the middle of the woods, the cave looks so close but it feels so far away. I just want to go back in there and wait until I can be reunited with my mates. "This is not your happy ending and you know it,’’ he tells , and slowly, I feel him grip my hand in his.

"I am happy,’’ I tell him, refusing to even listen to him. I am happier than I have ever been. There is nothing he can say to try and convince

otherwise.

I don’t care what he has to say. I will not let him take

away from my happy ending.

He pulls

closer to him and puts his arm around my shoulder. I try to pull away but he only pulls

even closer. I feel his breath against my ear and I shudder. This is such a bad idea.

"You are ho, right here with ," he whispers in my ear. I close my eyes and take a step back. Suddenly, I feel the wind blowing against my face. I open my eyes and I see the ground moving so fast that I can hardly see it. I look back at Rogers and he is still standing there watching .

"I am not going back with you. I am happy here and there is no way I am leaving my mates. I am not going back," I tell him. He smiles at

as the ground opens up and swallows

in. With one swift jump, he falls into the hole and I close my eyes because this is all a little too crazy for

to handle.

I feel myself falling but I don’t feel anything hitting . I open my eyes and I am standing in the middle of a room. I look around

and I see my house--or rather, the house I lived in with Rogers.

I look around

and I see everything. I see his room, the room we shared. Exactly how I rember it. The furniture, the books that were on the shelf. I see the little chair where I sat so often, reading a book while Rogers played his music. I look at the drawing I did on the wall.

I see everything.

I look at Rogers and he is smiling at . He walks over to

and puts his arm around my shoulder again. "This is the life you belong in. Don’t think you will be happy in that life you are trying to push yourself into.’’

He is wrong, I am happy where I am.

I am loved and I love them so much. He is trying to make

think twice but I am so about what I want and I only want them. There is nothing he or anyone else can say that will make

leave them.

"I don’t want this; I don’t choose you. I will never choose you over them. Never.’’

A smile sprawls to his face suddenly, almost like he was expecting that answer.

"That is too bad.’’