Unscented Novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

"You don’t have anything to apologize for." I cast my gaze to Jas who had spoke, his eyes glassy as he looked at . "It’s all of us that should be apologizing." "No, it’s

who should be." I looked to Andrew and began furiously shaking my head. "No, it was my choice. None of you guys could have known." Andrew abandoned whatever he was cooking on the stove and closed the few feet between us, wrapping

up in his arms. Honestly, it felt so right. I had never had love growing up, never had affection in any form of sorts, and this broke the dam within . I felt arms wrapping around my back, the scent signaling Jas and Philip had joined our pathetic attempt at a hug. Tears just poured out of , everything spinning through my head. mories, so many mories flashing through my vision. I knew it was the witch within , as my eyes glazed and flashed white. They all began seeing the mories I was seeing, the sa mory on repeat. It was the day I t Wesley, and how my mother reacted right after. I used my powers to strengthen the pack against Rogues, helping them to kill almost every single one of them. My mother was drunk of course, and hit

over the head with her bottle. I woke up the next morning and didn’t have ti to shower, and ran to school reeking of whiskey. Everyone slt , talked of , hell I even had to go to counseling for months afterwards. I was only a sophomore, and I had stupidly told the counselor almost everything. I cut the mories before it showed the worst of it, the kitchen silent except for the now burning bacon in the skillet. I squeezed my eyes shut, burrowing deeper into Andrew. "Does Everette know?" I knew he did, but I needed to know how much he did. "Not everything, he knows you’re his daughter, and that your mom kept you from him. He’s sorry, but I haven’t told him everything. When he asked

how it was like living with her, I said you’d be the one to tell him." I pulled away, taking the pan off of the stove before dumping the burnt ss into the trash and placing it into the sink. "I don’t know if I can talk to him." I barely spoke, if they weren’t wolves they wouldn’t have been able to have heard . I suddenly felt panic through the bond as I let my walls down, feeling Wesley practically take over my brain. ’Where the hell are you? I thought you were going to finish your shower and co out! Please tell

you didn’t lea-’

’Co downstairs Wesley’