[COLES POV]
The rest of the school day was absolute hell.
Charlie left sometime during lunch and my wolf has been going crazy trying to find out where she is.
That's the funny thing about werewolves. The actual wolf part. It's not like some of the books say, you know that voice in your head. It's more like an urge, a force telling you where to go and what to do. The older you get, the closer to, and more like, your wolf you are.
Your wolf is the part that's meant for your mates. But since we're a part of our wolves, the 'human' parts of us mostly fit together too.
There are mess ups. This must be a mess up.
Yet for some reason my wolf refuses to believe that even for a second.
The walk home is almost as bad as the school day itself. My anxiety is building up, and I just need to hear that she's ok. Not dead, or hurt or something like that.
Each individual family gets their own house wherever they'd like. The alpha and beta families are meant to stay at the pack house. All wolves are allowed to stay at, eat at, pass through or really anything at the pack house. It's meant to be a place of gathering. Because of Charlie and Connors parents being gone, they both stay at the pack house with my family.
My nose twitches with her scent. She was here, only a few hours ago.
The house is eerily quite as Connor and I step in.
"Whose turn is it to do dishes tonight?" I ask, eyeing the budding pile in the sink.
Connor takes a deep breath. "Charlie's." He sighs exasperatedly. "I'll go get her."
I give him a curt nod and move to the kitchen. I grab an apple and park myself on a stool.
I jump as Connor's voice booms through the house. "Cole!"
I'm up in a flash, expecting the worst. She's dead. She can't be dead. I'd feel it, wouldn't I? I-I know I said I didn't want her but what if I was wrong? Oh my god what did I do?
I rush into the room, my head snapping left and right. I feel a brief sense of relief upon discovering no bodies.
Connor stands in the middle of the room, a piece of paper gripped tightly in his hand.
"What is that? What's wrong?"
"She's gone."
"What?"
"Here." It's a letter scrawled in her hurried handwriting.
I read it over quickly, but then reread it again.
"What?" I whip my head around, noticing for the first time that several dresser drawers are hanging open, mostly empty. "She's gone."
She left.
I did that.
"Cole?" I look over to see Connor staring at me, confusion lining his face, pain in his eyes. "Did something happen? Why'd she leave? How could we treat her like that?"
"I-I don't know." I set my jaw.
"I need to talk to her friends, I need to call my parents, I should make sure she's ok see what happened I swear I-." He stops. "Can you talk to your dad? Show him the note. She just left, how could-." He sighs and walks out of the room, muttering to himself.
Connor may act like he hates Charlie, but he honestly loves her.
And that little urge inside my head tells me that I could've loved her too.