Chapter 4

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I could feel it before it started falling. The air went cold and the wind blew a spine shivering breeze. The clouds darkened making it harder to see my way. The light rain poured down, gaining power each second longer. I continued to run not looking back. His steps were long behind me having gotten lost by all my turns. Im suprised I managed to excape him. However he seemed dazed and out of focus, so it was understandable. But if he was King Jaxon, he could of found me easily. So why didn't he? I ran, not looking back, just wanting to forget everything for a couple seconds longer. My feet pounded into the ground hard. Sticks picked my bare feet with each aching step. My dress cought each limb as I passed by making tares into it. The bottom dragged on the ground clinging onto mud and dirt. The dress made it hard to run. The beautiful red dress I loved was now ruined. The mask on my face started to drip water. However I didn't stop, I ran even when my legs throbbed and my stomach clenched in the side. Trees whirled passed me, I swerved each one careful not to run into any. I didn't know where I was or how far I have gone. My breathing and the drops of rain on leaves is the only thing to be heard in the still night. I run not caring what the future may hold for me. Not caring what punishment King Jaxon may hold for me, if that really is him. Because when I stop running, I have to think about King Jaxon. And thinking rationally is something I can't do right now. Being rational is thrown out the window by the hand of my emotions.

I felt anger, lust, sadness, fear, everything at once. I can't think straight with out being influence by the idea of a different emotion. I needed to get out of there. I needed to think before anything else's happened. Just a few minutes ago my whole world was turned upside down into a world of disaster. Everything I've come to know has been ripped from my skin opening tares inside my chest.

My throat felt foggy, like something was stuck inside. It grew each time I would take a step further away from my mate. My guts and every part of my body was telling me to go back. It was telling me to forget everything and just turn back. But I couldnt, I needed to think clearly without being effected by him an anyway. My body continued to tingle from the sparks that shot up from my body when we touched. The feeling was pleasing, yet it was also a constant nagging. My chest felt like it had been punched a thousand times.

Tears spilt from my eyes and I didn't even try and stop them. I cry because sometimes no matter how positive I  try to be, I just have to cry. I have to let it out. I have to let out all my bundled up emotions. Tears blur my eye sight, I hold my hands out in front of me careful not to run into a object. I feel as blind as a bat in the dark night. The cold wind blows my drenched hair back. My ears perk up when the wet rain touches them. The tears are the only thing that make me slow down. Each step I take is slower then the last. The rain falls down on my face, it clings to me like a lost child. Each cold rain drop merges with my warm tears. My dress becomes too heavy to run with. My legs give out and I fall to the ground with a sob. The ground is soft yet hard, it's soft because it takes the pressure off my bleeding feet, hard because I have ran from my soul mate into the dark, mischievous, woods.

I look around the woods, but I can only see the rain. The rain falls like the sun rising upon the mountains. It's indescribable. I watch drops fall down and splash onto my silky dress. My breathing forms into the soft sounds of hiccups. The tears fall slowly one by one, choosing which moment to grace their presence with on my cheek. My head falls into my shaking hands. The tingles have faded away, but the memory of the feeling is stored into my mind.

I can't deny it, it was him, it was King Jaxon. King Jaxon is my mate. The face of the man who has killed and done many ungodly things is who I share the other half of my soul. The man I have be dreading to even see, is my mate. I could feel it when he stood behind me. I could feel the power on him like a cologne. The hands that have been covered in blood, are the same hands that are suppose to hold mine.

He lives on power. I can't stand it, I could never hold power. He loves  blood on his hands, it makes me sick to see the dead corpse of anything.

I was afraid of him. He was the King. I have no doubt in my mind that I have made him mad when I ran away. I have no doubt that I will be punished. I have disrespected him. I only hope my choice doesn't affect his anger towards my pack. If he wants to punish anyone it should be me, I broke the thin line our pack was walking on.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. The rain didn't smell anything like my mate. This smell held more of other things. It didn't ease my nerves like his smell. His smell was my bliss, this was just the smell of rain in the woods. Nothing more.

I ran into the woods for many reasons. I was scared of finding my mate, I was terrified when I learned who my mate was. The voice of Beta Noah rang in my head. I ran into the woods because I can't hold a position like Luna, much less Queen luna. I'm not fit, I'm not even strong enough. I have no royal blood in me. A Luna is someone the entire pack looks up to for love, and kindness, to be strong when no one else can be. I can't be strong, I can't lead other wolves. I can't be Queen. I don't even have a wolf.

The feeling in my throat grew a great amount at that thought. I have never once felt bad, or weak about not having a wolf. Other people have had it worst then me, they must have. Just because I didn't have my wolf with me any longer never made me pity myself. Of course I wasn't happy my wolf was dead, but I have always been proud of who I am. I may not be able to fight wars with my pack, but I have never felt completely and utterly weak. Until now, I can't be a Luna or a queen, or any leader because of this. What would King Jaxon think when he learns about this?

I shiver from the thought and the cold rain. I lick my bottom lip ridding it from the cold water. My lips felt like ice, my hands are numb, and my arms look like they have been cut with a knife. My feet ache from the sticks and small peebles that had stabed me. The cold dress clung onto my legs. The only warm thing on me was the light tears that fell from my eyes. However they were slowly stopping, I felt no need to cry.

I can't change anything. I didn't plan on running away forever. Just until I understand what had just happened. And now that I understand, I need to go back. I need to face him. I can't change that my wolf is dead. I can't change that my right leg is weak, I can't change the fact that my mate scares me. I will just have to embrace it. Davis always told me I must be brave, I must have courage. I have to face what I have done, with courage, even if I'm scared for my life. I need to speak to him confidently, I can't make anything worse. He will have to except me for who I am. And if he cannot, I will have to live with it. I can't pity myself, there are people around the world suffering, and I'm worried about myself. But the sacredness of what he might do forces me on the ground, he could reject me, or punish me, he could even kill my pack if he wanted too.

My heart sinks deep into my stomach. I bring my head from my hands. I bunch the dress into my arms and quickly stand up. I run towards the direction I had just came from. He could kill my family. My legs burn, I continue to run my feet splashing the cold mud each wincing step. My feet get tangled in my dress and I fall to the ground. I stand up not taking a second to check myself. The dress tares causing a large rip to show my dirt stained feet.

I stop and spin around looking for a clue of any life form. My feet dance in the mud while I fantastically look. I am left with the blank stares of trees. I pull my wet hair from my face and rub my eyes. My hands rub over the red dull mask I have been wearing. I take it off and hold it tightly in my hand. My face felt bare and free now that the mask was off. The rain poured down taking over the still night with loud roars of lighting and thunder.

"Someone, please help!" I yell into the night but I am only replied with loud roars of taunting thunder. My voice cracked and gave away the many tears I had just shead.

I held the mask tight, my breath was taken away by that one call for help. No one could here me out here. And if someone did, they were not here to save me. I decided to take a shot and continue to run straight.

I felt like each step I took wasn't taking me anywhere. I felt traped. I'm a bird stuck in a locked cage banging my wings on the cold metal bars. However to no avail am I set free from my miserable-cold cage. I'm alone inside and cannot excape. The key is a shadow in my sight. I wish I could take hold, but it slips threw my hands. The woods hold me as one of its own. I run in the darkness, it suffocates me like hands wrapped around my throat. The pounding in my my chest beats like the pounding of a drum.

I have come to an impasse. I cannot excape what is happening. I have a mate. My life was going to change the moment our eyes locked. I need to go back, I need to make sure my family is safe.

I no longer have my father to tell me what is right and wrong. I no longer have my mother to help me when I'm sick. I no longer have my inmature brother to make me smile. But I do have a family. I have people standing by my side no matter what. I need to fix what ever may happen to them. They are all I have.

Being a Eta never fit me. A worrier is suppose to be strong and fearless, passionate, able to kill without a flinch. Davis was all of these things, and much more. I on the other hand was not. I couldn't stand in a army and kill while standing proud. Who are we to decided who lives and who dies? To have power over another life never fit steady in my stomach. However, just the thought of the people trying to protect me being hurt made me run in the woods bringing out that side. The passionate, fearless side.

As I ran I could see the cover of trees decaying. The beat of my heart  quickened, my chest heaved up and down. Hope bubbled up inside me. Each step I took closer to the edge of the forest I felt the fog in my throat deform. Lamp lights could be seen from where I was at. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. As I ran out of the dark woods I could finally breath clearly again. The darkness let go of its hold on my throat. I turned my heard form side to side trying to see where I was at.

I looked up to see the pack house up the street ahead. The soft music played gracefully, the noise of voices could be heard. I closed my eyes joyful I could hear the sound of laughter, not the blood curling sounds of screams. My breaths became even, I droped my hands from the fists they were in. I opened my eyes and looked at the mask in my hand. The mask seemed to stare at me. It was the only thing hideing my identity from my mate. He has no clue who I am, who I really am. To him I'm just a girl he knows nothing about. Yet it seems I know everything about him. I know who he is, where he lives, what he likes to do, I seem to know it all. I looked back up at the house that is filled with love.

I do not wish to return to the party. My dress is ruined, I am cut and bleeding. My hair is soaking wet, and I do not know how to explain why I look like this to anyone. If I go back now I really won't fit in there. The party is not where I need to go. I need to find King Jaxon before something bad happens. I can feel it in my bones.

I turned lightly on my skinned foot and hobbled towards the guest house. That is where King Jaxon and the rest of the few people from the Royals are staying. Pain shot up and down my right leg vigorously. The cold rain did nothing but make me shake. I crossed my arms around my chest trying to keep myself warm. I walked as fast as I could to the guest house.

The guest house was a short walk from where I was at. I passed by parked cars and watched the water roll off them. My dress dragged on the ground limply. It was shredded and practically falling off of me. The guest house came into my eye sight. My walking became a fast hobble. I moved my body faster towards the house. The lights were on telling me someone was inside. A small cry of pain left my lips as I forced my right leg to move faster. A slight tear left my eye. I scrunched my dress in my arms as I ran towards the door. I let out a sigh of relief when I did not smell King Jaxon, he was not here. However someone was inside, like before I could feel the power on them.

My bare feet stepped onto the wood steps of the porch. I took a large gulp as I looked at the closed door. After this door opens no matter what, things are never going to be the same. Good or bad, I'm faced with my future. Right before my eyes my life is changing. I took a deep breath basking in the last moment I have left.

My hand reached to press the door bell. My finger hovered above it as if it might burn me if I touch it.

Suddenly the door flung open. I gasped and took a large step back. I looked up at the wide eyes of Beta Noah. His stern expression faded into one of aw. His eyes roamed over me like I would disappear into dust. His eyes took notice of the cuts and scratches on my body. He looked up to me looking into my eyes. I felt awkward under his eyes, yet I didn't fell uncomfortable by him. I felt the need to protect him and keep him safe. I felt uncomfortable because he knew very well I was the girl dancing with King Jaxon.

I bowed my head in respect. I went to speak but nothing came out. My voice stoped before any sound could make its way out. I'm speachless. It's quiet, he doesn't say a word, he seems as nervous as I am. I slowly lift my eyes up still bowed. His head turns side to side. I'm confused by his action.

"No." His dark rough voice sounded jaded as he said this. I lift my head up to look at him fully. I freeze as I watch his next action. He grabs both my hands in his and slowly he lowers himself to the ground. He bows his head while on his knees.

His hands are rough, however they hold mine lightly. I stare down at the man before me. I couldn't process what was happening. One of the most powerful man I have ever met was on his knees, bowing his head, for me. I felt something new, something I didn't like. I felt power, I hate every second of this. I'm shocked to see him like this, he shouldn't be doing this. He should not be bowing for me. He is a strong, powerful, Beta. I pull my hands away from his. His arms fall to the side of him. He dose not look up from his bowed head.

I pull my dress up from my feet and slowly lower myself down to him. I set my knees on the wood and look at him. I drop the mask to the ground. I felt connected to him. I felt it when I first saw him, I feel it now. I wrap my hands on both sides of his face and slowly bring his head to face mine. His eyes looked into mine and I could see every emotion held within them. I could see hope, and happiness, I could even see the love. Was it directed towards me?

I give him a soft smile. "Please stand up." Finally I'm able to speak. My words come out soft, but loud enough for him to hear. I never thought I would be this close to him.

He returns the smile and stands up slow, almost hesitant. I stand up with him, he nods his head. He keeps his eyes on me, he takes a step to the side of the door to let me in. "I can help you with your cuts."

"I'd appreciate that, thank you very much." I step into the house. I stop short when I see the inside. I turn around and look at Beta Noah confused. He shuts the door quietly and gives me a shameful smile.

The house was scattered to pieces. Glass laid on the floor from broken cups and plates, the chairs from the kitchen were busted by the legs. The curtains were ripped from the rod. Paintings laid on the ground with holes in the middle. The balcony door was wide open, and the couch looked like it had been flipped over. A large hole consumed the space of a wall next to the entrance for the kitchen. The door was hanging from its hinges, barley staying on.

I put my hand over my mouth supprised by the large mess. I stepped carfuly around the glass. My dress dragged some of the glass with me. I droped my hand and turn to look at Beta Noah. "What happened? It looks like a tornado came threw here." I ask him with disbelief.

"Alpha Jaxon came in here after he lost you. He got upset and took it out on the house." He said this casually as if it was expected of him.

I looked down and back up at him. His face held no emotion, a normal pattern between the men of the Royal pack I have observed. His statement proved everything, even if I already knew it. King Jaxon was upset because he couldn't find me, it made my heart flutter with happiness and with sadness.

"Is it really him?" I ask him. I knew the anwser very well, I just need a direct anwser.

He nodded his head. "Yes."

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Okay guys this is chapter 4!!! I know Jaxon is not in this chapter, he was going to be but then it went on too long. So I decided to have Elizabeth officially meet Noah.

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