Chapter 8
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I am accompanied by silence when I wake up. Ambition is the first sense I feel when I regain my consciousness. The dull light that broke through the thin layer of my eye lids told me it was early in the morning. I took a long breath in and slowly exhaled. The long breath broke the stiff tensions in my chest. My dry throat and lips were rough and unpleasant. My right leg throb and my feet burned from the small scratches on them. The air around me was cold but the warmth from the blanket wrapped around me pulls me in not allowing me to open my eyes. My hair clung around my face and I could feel how dirty it was despite taking a bath last night. I griped onto the blanket  and wished to return back to my dream, to go back to the imaginary world I've created inside my head.

I roll over on my back and open my eyes. I stare up at the ceiling going over every moment from last night. It seems like such a long time ago I was dancing with Ryan, but in fact it was only a handful of hours ago. Everything from last night is like a blur to me. However the moment I turned around in the garden is crystal clear. It seems unreal and for a quick second I thought it was possibly all a dream, but that's too good to be true.

King Jaxon is not in the room. It is a relief for me, I don't know how to act around him. I fear him with every fiber of my being. I am surprised in myself for actually trying to talk to him last night. I know if he was here now I would not be able to speak. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush of everything happening so fast, but even last night I wanted to cry. He made me feel so strange. I felt terrified but at the same time felt safe, I hated when he spoke to me but loved the sound of his voice, I shivered at his touched but missed it when it was gone. I am a mess and I don't even know how to fix it.

I leaned forward looking around the room. It was oddly quiet. I am not sure where I am suppose to go. I placed one foot off the bed and began to stand. My stomach turned and all my bruises and cuts from last night ached. My head felt dizzy and heavy. After I got out of the bath last night Jaxon gave me some of his clothes to wear, they were loose but I had no other choice. The robe was covered in blood and no other clothes were here. I felt weird wearing his clothes but I didn't say anything to him, afraid he would get mad if I resisted. We did not speak to each other the rest of the night, I was too tired.

I walked to the door and opened it slowly. Walking down the stairs and into the living room I noticed everything was cleaned and all the furniture was placed back to normal. As if nothing had happened at all. I looked around the room looking for anyone. I felt as if I was being watched but couldn't find anyone. I sighed and turned around. I jumped in fright when a door from the kitchen opened unexpectedly. I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my heart.

"Oh, my you scared me!" I reopened my eyes to see a man I have never met before. He was tall, with dark green eyes. He had large muscles and a buzz cut. He looked ready to fight and showed no emotion. He looked me up and down with out saying anything. For a moment I thought I saw a glimpse of admiration in his eyes but was replaced with a scowl. I took a step back and gave a shy smile. "Um, hello. I'm Elizabeth. What is your name?" I held my hand out for him to shake but he just stared at it with disgust. I felt weary at his reaction and instantly felt uncomfortable being around him.

"It is none of your business who I am. I have been ordered to take you home and watch over you until further notice. You will not speak to me unless told to do so, and you will do as I instruct. Is this understood?" He took a step closer intentionally frightening me. I dropped my smile and bowed my head I nodded quickly understanding he was under strict instructions. He must be one of the Royals Warriors. He was threatening and expressed no emotion. Warriors were trained this way, and being in the strongest pack I did not expect him to be friendly in anyway.

I shifted uncomfortable wearing these clothes. I bit my lip and fiddled with my fingers. He did not pay attention to my discomfort and told me to follow him. He led me back upstairs and stopped in front of the bedroom door. I was cautious with my movements trying not to upset him in any way. "Find a jacket or something to put over your shirt and once you are done come out. I am to take you back to your house." I nodded my head understanding. He pushed open the door and crossed his arms nonchalantly waiting for me to go inside.

I walked into the bedroom looking for anything to find. I didn't want to take any of King Jaxons clothes, but I had no other choice. I started to walk towards the suitcase on the ground when I noticed something out of place on the desk and walked towards it instead. The papers from last night were gone along with the jacket. In its place was a black duffle bag. I did not notice the bag when I first woke up but I was still half asleep. On top of it was a note. My name was written on the outside of the note in neat handwriting. I opened it and read what it said.

Elizabeth do not go into the woods, or anywhere else. I will have someone take you home. I will be back in a few hours. Please behave.

                                                                     Jaxon

I closed the note and set it to the side of the duffle bag. I looked back at the door then back to the bag. I unzipped it and looked at the things inside. I pulled out a light jacket that
was too big on me but ignored it and continued. I saw my mask from last night along with my shoes I left at the garden. I smiled to myself looking down at the heels I thought I would never see again. It made me a little happy he had taken the time to bring them back for me. He must have done it this morning because he did not have them anytime last night. I put the note into the bag and zipped it back up. I walked back to the hallway.

Once I saw the man I nodded my head. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I instantly squirmed at the appalling feeling. As if he had felt the same discomfort and vile feeling that grew instantly once he touched my shoulder he pulled away in seconds. He looked at me with confusion as if I could explain what we both felt. He turned away quickly walking at a quick pace down the stairs. I struggled to keep up with him with my sore leg but didn't show it.

Once we reached the door I took one last look around the room ready to return home. He handed me a pair of sneakers that I slid on over my bare feet. The wind from outside blew my hair in every direction and I shivered pulling the jacket closer to my body. The closer I brought it to me the more I could smell King Jaxons scent, which oddly comforted me. I ignored the eerie emotion and stepped into the backseat of the car. The car had that new car smell to it and not a spec of dust or dirt was anywhere to be found.

The man got into the car swiftly while slamming the door shut. I jumped slightly at the loud noise. We sped off at an alarming speed. I looked at the radio to see the time read ten thirty-three. I wonder if Ryan was looking for me? Or if anyone knew about what happened last night. I looked outside and leaned my head against the cool window. The sky looked blue and sunny, but on the ground laid a thin blanket of frost. I smiled to myself thinking of winter. Compared to most people I sounded weird but winter and fall were my favorite times of the year. Probably because I can still remember the many snow fights my family and I once had. One of the very few memories I can recall of them.

"Where do you live?" I was awaken from my thoughts by the mans deep voice. I thought about his question for a moment trying to decide on where to go. King Jaxon was probably at the pack house with Alpha Jackson. It did not feel like a good time to face them. I wouldn't want to see or even think about the conversations they could be having right now. I could go to my actual house which would make the most sense. However, I knew Ryan would be there and I couldn't trust myself from breaking down and crying to him about everything. I can't trust my voice, and despite that I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to get my mind straight, I feel defenseless. I can't even trust myself. Ryan's house is the only place I can trust to clear my head.

"Just keep going straight and then turn left. After a few miles it will be on the left." My voice cracked, and felt like needles coming from my mouth.

He did not nod or do anything to let me know if he heard me. I assumed he did and went back to my day dreams. I looked down but looked back up to look over the mans face once more. As if he could feel my eyes on him he looked into the rear view mirror at me. I shuttered at his cold gaze and looked down at my hands twisted together. "Corvin."

I thought I had imagined his voice. I almost disregarded it completely thinking I had heard nothing, however when I looked up I saw his eyes focused on me. "W-What?"

"My name is Corvin." He repeated himself with a short and strong tone of voice showing he would not repeat himself again. I smiled grateful he had given me his name. I nodded my head and looked at him deeply again. The connection was odd, but like Beta Noah there was a obvious pull. Corvin more then likely did not know who I was but he was a smart man and I am sure he knew. I know normally a man like him would never tell me his name willingly, he was trained to never show any emotion. Deep down he let all of his training go for a quick second sensing I was more then just a random member of this pack. It made me feel joyful but at the same time I felt guilt. I didn't want to be anyone to him but the random member of this pack.

I let out a small sigh of relief when the familiar house came into view. It was a small house, but it had always comforted me when I was down. It was peaceful and always felt like nothing wrong could happen here. Maybe it was wrong coming here, it wasn't my house. I know Ryan wouldn't care, but I feel selfish for not telling him or even telling him I'm okay. Ignoring the feeling and pushing it down inside my stomach I gripped the handle ready to get out of the car. Once the car stopped I unbuckled and opened the door not waiting any longer. I reached in and pulled out the black duffel bag. I slung it over my shoulder while looking up to see Corvin shutting the car door.

I waited for him to walk next to me before I walked to the porch. Ryan had locked the door but I know the spare key was under a pot next to the door. I never understand why he even bothers to hide it, it wasn't hidden very well. Opening the door I instantly felt at ease. The familiar smell surrounded me and for a few seconds I forgot about everything. I have been thrown into so many unfamiliar situations that just something I knew, something that told me I was still home made me feel hundred times better. Corvin walked in looking over the house, he strolled in as if this house belonged to him.

I felt self conscious as this man who,without a doubt grew up in a mansion surrounded by maids and butlers, examined the place I was comforted by. It wasn't extraordinary, but it was cozy, and over the years I found myself staying here with Ryan when I was lonely. Corvin turned towards me as if expecting me to say something. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. "I will be staying here with you until Alpha Jaxon returns. Until then you are to stay in this house."

I nodded my head and bite my lip almost shaking at his words. Somewhere in my head I had forgotten that at some point I would see King Jaxon again. "Would it be alright if I u-use the bathroom.?"

I looked up to see his bored expression. He rolled his eyes a little and nodded his head. I didn't bother to say anything back. A million thoughts filled my head as I began to walk towards the bathroom. I felt something grow inside my chest but I couldn't comprehend what it was. I softly shut the door behind me, and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

There I was. I stared back at myself, glaring at what I saw. I was a mess and the problem was I didn't even feel like fixing it. I wanted to just lay down and not think about anything. But the problem is I can't do that. I have to stress about everything, everything I've said and done. Whats worse is I can't even control the feeling I have. I am terrified beyond belief. I can truly see the fear plastered across my face and I looked pathetic. Even if I wanted to change it I couldn't. I am scared of the man outside my door, I am scared of the people threatening my family, I am scared of the people who are suppose to keep us safe, and I am scared of the man I slept in the same bed with last night. At that thought a crawling shiver went down my spine. I covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to hold in the tears that formed at the edge of my eyes but, slowly they began to trail down my cheek.

I have always tried to look at the positive things in life. Even after my family had passed away I still tried to keep it in, to stay strong even if I wasn't. But at this moment, I couldn't think of anything that made me happy. I was out of hope and it left me with a empty feeling I wasn't use to. I was scared of everything, I want to peel this emotion away but the longer I look at myself in the mirror the thicker it builds and the more I feel like nothing. The feeling I felt earlier in my chest had worked it's way up and became a quiet sob.

I looked away not able to hold on any longer. I sat on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands. I was never like this and I hated myself for it.

King Jaxon was confusing. At the garden he was gentle. He held me as if I was as fragile as glass. But he turned into what I had always assumed he would be like. He was cold, brutal and aggressive. I can't shake the image of seeing my blood on my arm. He had hurt me and I couldn't decide if I was surprised by this or not. He is the King, it shouldn't be surprising, he is known for being savage and merciless. But deep down I couldn't believe it, or perhaps I just didn't want to.

I looked up to look down at my arm. I ran my thumb along the cut King Jaxon made last night with the glass. He did save my life and I owe him that at the least. I was poisoned last night and I am sure I was not the only one. The rouges must have known about the party. To any other person in the pack the poison would have only killed their wolf, or made them immensely sick, for me it would have killed me. I had not thought about what happened a lot, once I put clothes on and laid down I was instantly asleep. King Jaxon has a stronger immunity then other werewolves, he is considered a lycan. A lycan is stronger then a normal werewolf, almost nothing can harm them. He used his blood to wash out the poison in my body.

I wrapped the cut in my hand completely. It was going to scar but that didn't bother me that much. I stood up and opened a cabinet and pulled out bandages. I ran my cut under the faucet before I wrapped my wrist with the tan bandage. Once I was done I placed it back inside and sat back down on the toilet. The tears fell slower but they continued to fall against my will. I jumped when I heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. My breathing quickened and I squeezed my hands in fists trying to ease my nervousness.

"Elizabeth open the door." Corvins voice was dark as normal but something inside it was slightly neurotic. This was a command that was meant to be taken seriously.

I quickly stood up and turned the faucet on. "O-Okay, j-just a second please." I spoke softly trying not to give away the many tears that I just shed. I splashed the water onto my face. I dried my face off and looked back once more into the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and light streaks were clear on my face.

I huffed out in annoyance and opened the door anyway. My eyes quickly came into contact with Corvins. To my surprise they were wide and looked almost weary. I was embarrassed for him to see me like this but was stunned that his cold expression has changed into one full of mixed feelings. I took a step out and dodged him hoping he hadn't noticed my eyes and cheeks.

"I am only going to say this once." I stoped and turned to him confused. "So you are going to need to listen." I looked up at him not knowing what to say. "I don't know who you are. Or why I am here watching over you. But if you are who I think you are, who-who I hope you are." He paused and looked down at the ground then back up at me. "I promise to keep you safe and never fail, because you are what we are all hoping on and holding onto." He looked me straight in the eyes and I could see everything. I could see the pain, the devastation, I saw no light in his eyes. I did see hope however, buried deep inside and it was directed towards me. In seconds after saying that is all disappeared and the emotionless and stone cold man was back.
But this time it was different, like Beta Noah I could see the crack. I know now buried inside is a man holding onto hope, waiting for the light.

I was confused as to what he meant. What was he holding onto? I didn't know what he meant but I could tell he was serious. He could tell I was upset, he could sense the pain I was in. He gave me comfort in showing me he was more then just a warrior and he knew that. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Can I make you something to eat?" I needed to leave the conversation behind and focus on anything else. He shook his head and turned away from me. "Please?" He turned back around and slowly nodded his head. I smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

I looked in the fridge searching for ingredients.
Something strange was happening and I didn't know what to make of it.

I could tell however hope is something he was holding onto, but hoping for what?

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Hello guyssss!!! So it's been awhile since I had updated....but I have some info that I need to talk about.

Okay so first thing is I am going to be editing the first few chapters a little bit. This means I'm going to fix those dumb spelling errors and more then likely change a few details.

Speaking of changing details I don't want you guys to go back and reread the chapters but I think the biggest change is their ages. Jaxon is going to be 26 and I still have to decide on how old Elizabeth is going to be but probably 21. And because I am changing their ages I am going to add a more detailed reason why Elizabeth is still living at home. If u don't want to go reread it, it will be mentioned in further chapters so don't worry. It's just basically because she tried to live alone in a human city but didn't like it and moved back. That is all don't worry ur not missing anything.

Next and probably the biggest info. Soon I am going to be adding a part (it's not a chapter but its like a chapter I guess) called The Beginning. It will be before the Prologue. I highly suggest u read it when I publish it!!!!!!!! It may not make sense now why or what it means but I promise in the future it will!! That will be updated soon!!

Next and lastly I am going to try and update every four days. But this week might be hard, but I promise I am going to try.

Okay I think that's it!!

Thank you for reading!!!