Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 67: 66 - Big Changes

Maria's POV

I can't believe this is happening.

I can't believe the is actually happening.

I got through to him!

We got through to each other!

I guess running head first into life or death situations is a great way to bring people together!

Who knew?!

Well, I think some wise man probably said it once. . .

But who cares?! I'm just so happy!

I can't keep the smile off my face.

I can't even bring myself to care about the backlash we'll get from my house and his pack alike!

I'm holding his hand. . .

Jeez, I feel like a teenage girl with a crush.

. . . Oh wait. I am.

But. . .

This is more than a crush.

Stories don't do the mate bond justice.

I should have a chip on my shoulder for everything he's done to me.

But all I care about are the happy tingles I get in my neck where his mark is when we are holding

hands.

I tried to look at him through the corner of my eyes.

I wonder if he feels it too.

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Jason's POV

We're not far from our territories now.

It's been a couple of hours since Maria and I had our talk, but Ki and I are still feeling all giddy inside.

And we're still holding hands!

I'm way too excited about this, but I can't help it.

Ki, on the other hand, is banging on his cage in anticipation for something that probably won't come for

a while.

It's tragic, but true.

Calm down Wolfie, just because we made amends doesn't mean we get to jump her bones the second

we get home, I chuckled.

Sadly. . .

'If you start calling me that, I swear to a thousand moons I will take control of your body and force

cauliflower down your throat.'

I hate cauliflower!

'I know!'

F*ck you.

'Actually, I'd rather f*ck Maria.'

Jeez Malaki, Is there ever a moment when you're not thinking about that?

'No.'

Of course not, you horn dog.

We passed some of the land marks that meant we were about to reach the border of my pack, where

everyone decided to meet and rest before they headed off to their own territories.

A sense of dread filled me.

I went ahead and mind linked Zach and told him to direct the others to their rooms and the kitchen and

what not.

I have to confess to the sh*t call I made.

I dug the grave, and now I have to lie in it.

But what does that even entail?

There are going to be consequences for biting off more than I can chew and they're going to affect my

pack.

I feel like such an idiot.

It's not the first time, but it's definitely the worst.

I get into office, and the first thing I do is get into the wrong crowd. I let Abaddon convince me to do

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Dillan would never have let this happen.

How were we even born of the same mother?

He's so much better than me at. . . At everything.

He would have been the perfect leader.

And I would have found Maria, and we would have been able to be happy without my idiocy getting in

the way.

But the hybrids took him.

Just like they took so many others.

Ki whimpered in the back of my head.

I want to tell Maria about him, if she hasn't already heard from outside gossip. I know about her

parents, it's only fair I tell her about my brother.

But every time I think about talking about him, my stomach drops and my heart breaks at the same

time.

I shook my head, we have more pressing matters to deal with.

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Maria's POV

We finally reached his pack and something about the mood had dampened a bit as we neared his

territory.

I have a feeling I know what it's about, and I'll admit, I'm not excited for it either.

While avoiding as many people as he could, he promptly dragged me to a room(a habit I don't think is

going to be easy to break) and closed the door.

"We have some things to talk about," he said slowly, looking apprehensive.

I sighed, trying to mentally prepared for this.

"Yeah," is all I could think to say.

He ran his hands through his dark hair and sat on the couch. I followed his lead and sat next to him.

"So. . ." He started, "I'm calling off my pack's occupancy of your house. . ."

I nodded my head, "yes."

He was silent.

"I definitely think your worriers and guards should be the first to go," I tried to reason.

He nodded, staring off into space, "definitely."

I looked at him. He's not really here. I mean he's here, sitting in front of me, but his mind's not with me.

I can't blame him.

I don't know if he's talking with Malaki or if he's just in his own world, but I'm going to continue just to

get this whole uncomfortable situation over with.

I thought I'd be happy when this happened, and I am, but this man is my mate, and I hate to see him

like this.

"I think we should both just go to my house and you tell them the situation, so then I can clean things

up," I put my hand on his thigh, needing something to tether him to me for my own sanity's sake.

He just nodded his head, "Mhm."

My face screwed up in a pained expression.

This sucks.

This really really sucks.

"And um. . . I'd imagine my house is going to want compensation from you and your pack," I tried to

lean over to look into his stormy eyes, or his golden ones, I don't even care at this point.

He finally looked at me, and his eyes were a sad grey.

"Of course," he spoke and I came to the same conclusion I did just looking at him, he's not here at all.

"What would that entail?" He tacked on emptily.

I swallowed, unnerved by his sudden hollowness. I've never seen him like this before.

"I don't know," I told him honestly. "I'll have to talk with them about it."

He was about to go back to staring into space, and I jumped to try and pull him back, "but I'll make sure

they're reasonable about it," I assured him, my hand now on his shirt that he put on in the car.

He looked back at me, "I'm afraid even reasonable is something worth worrying about, considering

what I did."

My heart broke for my mate.

Even though he's getting what he asked for when he crossed me and my house. I can't help but to

forget about that and just want what's best for him.

"Oh, you just rocked the boat a little bit, made a few waves. It put everyone back on their toes," I tried

to comfort him. I was absentmindedly running my fingers through his hair before I even realized what I

was doing.

He gave a humorless laugh, "I doubt your house will see it that way."

I sighed, and moved my hand to caress his cheek.

He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try to make them see it my way.

He let his head fall into his hands as he rubbed his temples. "So do you wanna come with me to tell my

parents?" He peered over at me from his bent over position.

I nodded, running my hands through his hair again.

This feels so odd.

We've made a complete 180 from the last time we were at his pack house.

It's also weird not to be in the woods after weeks of looking around and only seeing trees.

There was no normal out there, and we knew we had to have each other's backs, so when Wolfie and I

would grow closer, the moment would come and go without either of us even noticing.

When we laid together at night.

When we saved each others' lives.

When we held each other close.

Well, more like when he held me close while I had anxiety attacks.

But same difference.

It still made us closer.

And now we're here, different people in the same place, going to see his parents again.

It makes my heart do weird things.

And my cheesiness level skyrocket.