Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

The Loss

The Loss

Raven's POV

'She hates me!' I sob. 'The first girl that has talked to me for goodness how long. And she hates me!' I'm straddling Harry in his bed, sobbing against his chest. After dinner, he wanted to show me his room, so we when upstairs. Somehow his room (which turned out to be an apartment on the third floor) became his bed. And here we are!

'She doesn't hate you! She's insane, trust me! And pregnant, hormonal, and all that s**t!'

'Don't you insult her like that!' I hiss, punching his chest. 'She's smart, funny, and beautiful!'

'Fine!' He laughs, 'She's all that, as well as insane and hormonal!' We stay quiet. I'm still resting on his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat. In the last four weeks, he has become my best friend. My only friend!

'Are you staying until morning? Or are you poofing yourself home?'

The thought of my cluttered, empty, cold tent hidden in the middle of nowhere is very unappealing when on the chest of a werewolf. I'm mesmerized by the warm skin against mine, the soft beddings, and the sense of belonging.

'May I stay?' I murmur against his skin, curled up like a cat in front of a fireplace.

'Of course!' He yawns from under me.

'Thank you!' I hum as my eyelids become heavy once again. My fingers trace small circles on his chest until my movements become sluggish and finally stop.

'What can I say except you're welcome,' is the last thing I hear him sing before falling asleep. It makes my lips curl into a smile. If not for the fact that I am slipping away into the land of dreams, I would have continued the song. Who knew he knew Disney?

*

Darkness and warmth. An odd combination! It's usually cold and dark when I open my eyes in the mornings. I reluctantly tumble over the edge expecting the coldish rugs on top of a dirt floor to greet my feet. Instead, it's the boards of a sleek wooden floor. The sensation makes me gasp and look around the room for real. I'm not at home at all! I'm in doggies place, his apartment, his bed. The memories of last night's dinner come flooding back, making me groan. Why do I always have to make a mockery out of myself?

My stomach grumbles and whines. I'm hungry! But Harry is gone. I search the bedroom, living room, and both extra rooms, as well as the bathroom. There is no sight of him. I search my mind for all the information I have about his life. He's a Beta! He has responsibility, he trains regularly and a lot! Wait, that's it! He's probably training. That 'mind link' thing would have been great right now.

'f**k!' I exclaim as I step back into the bedroom. I look around and find my clothes spread across the floor. I really need something else to wear. I pick them all up in searching for my wand. However, it's nowhere!

I feel my face drain of color. My breathing becomes shallow.

Where is it? I shake my clothes once more, but nothing. When I switch the light on, I search the floor around and under the bed. A suspicion creeps in the back of my mind, a what if? It makes my blood curl. Has doggie taken it from me? My heart pounds like a drum in my chest as I see read. The betrayal burns away the tears that have formed in my eyes. They evaporate into nothing as my mind goes dark.

He has fooled me with that magic d**k and his cocky smile. He must have been planning this from the beginning! He has tricked me into letting my guard down, making me think he's my friend, only to trap me like a rat in a cage!

The darkness consumes me as a mist. I can't see, I can't think!

I'll turn him into a dildo and put him up someone's ass!

No, I'll turn him into a teacup and smash him into a million pieces!

No, I'll, I'll... When nothing comes to mind, I let my rage out in screams as I rip the bedding of the bed, shredding it to pieces. I whip the framed pictures of the sage-green walls. The sound of them slamming onto the floor gets lost. I can't even see them breaking into pieces before my eyes and mixing with the feathers. I scream, pound, and trash everything I can get my hands on until I attempt to flip the mattress. My arms turned into jello from the strain. My voice has become horsed, and my legs staggered enough to make me stumble and slide back against the wall. I curl up into a wailing ball, grabbing my hair with my fists. I hold my head as the thoughts explode in my mind. A mix of Memories and emotions.

Mother hates me. She wanted me dead!

Lucas hates me! He wants 'miss perfect' with her wide hips and golden curls.

Harry betrayed me. He used me for god knows what, s*x? Only to grab my lifeline and rip it away from me. Without it, I'm stuck here. I'm Trapped! Nothing more than a helpless human, unable to disappear. I can't defend myself from them, can't do anything, I'm useless!

What do they want from me?

Charlotte's question echoes in my head: 'So, Raven! You're still planning on killing my girl?' And the answer to my question hits me like lightning. They're killing me for making the threat against their pack. 'Miss perfect' is a member - the Alpha's sister-in-law. I'm not coming out of this alive!

A manic laughter ripes through me at the thought, I left my mother to survive, and now, I'm getting killed! Exhausted, I stay on the floor, surrounded by the destruction I have created. My breathing is uneven as I force air into my lungs. It's slow work. In through my nose, out again, in, out. Over and over, I breathe while keeping my hair in a tight grip. The blood rushing in my ears creates a whizzing, shutting out the world completely. Until I hear him speak, and my eyes snap open. 'What, the actual f**k?'

Tiny feathers and sprinkles of glass lie inches from my nose on the floor. I study them silently while waiting.

'What the f**k, Raven?' Harry bellow. I slowly rise to my knees, looking around me at the room. It's as if waking up from a dream. When my eyes land on Harry, I can't breathe! So I hissed at him. 'Give it back!'

'What?'

The audacity to play dum enrages me. I suck air into my lungs - enabling me to scream while still on my knees.

'Give. It. Back. NOW!' Fat tears stream down my cheeks. I should be begging for my life. I should be pleading. Yet I can't.

Harry's eyes are black as he looks down at me with his face twisted into a mask of rage and mortification. His chest is heaving as if to control his breathing when he talks through gritted teeth. His voice is strained and not his own. It's darker and more animalistic sounding.

'Raven, I'm not asking you again. What happened to my room?' A chill runs through my body at the sound.

'You took it, yo-yo-you took my wand!' I sob.

His eyes look down at me in disbelief.

'You did this? Because you lost your wand?'

'I need it! Please don't kill me. I won't kill her, not even touch her! Give it back, and let me leave. I can disappear forever. I promise!'

Time stops as he contemplates my words. I don't pray. I don't know how to. But I silently hope he'll set me free. Harry drops to his knees in front of me, seemingly unfazed by the shards of glass penetrating his skin.

'You stupid little b***h!' He growls at me while his big hands reach for me. Every cell in my body wants me to fight, scream, kick or run. The thought of him strangling me on the spot petrifies me. Begrudgingly I close my eyes, not wanting to see the man I thought was my friend before he takes my life. But not a single finger touched my neck. Instead, they grab me by my shoulders, holding me firmly. I see the slow movements of his lips when I peek between my lashes. The sound of his voice is low. The words are confusing me. 'I haven't taken your wand. And no one is killing you. Wherever have you gotten that idea?'

'But, it's gone!'

'It's not in the drawer?' Harry looks puzzled as he turns his head toward the bedside table.

Droplets of blood ran down his legs when he rose to his feet. I see they get stuck in the tiny hairs on his legs before he walks away from me. Through blurry eyes, I watch his muscular back. It's beaded from sweat. A deep purple bruise is taking shape on his left side. The sight of it makes me winch - that must have hurt! When he's at the dark wooden bedside table that has been turned to the side by me, he puts it upright with little to no effort. Harry opens the top drawer, pulling something out of it. I recognize the reddish brown object in his large hand, the curves of the wood in between his fingers. Harry pulls up my wand, holding it up for me to see.

'I nearly stepped on it this morning and was afraid I'd break it if it stayed on the floor. I put it in here before I left this morning. I even wrote you a note and everything!'

I stare at him in disbelief as he pulls a tiny piece of paper from the floor, holding it up for me to read as he approaches me.

- Good morning, little b***h! You're wand nearly killed me, so I put it in the drawer for safekeeping. I'll see you at breakfast! -

I blink, look at Harry, and then back at the note. He places my wand in my hand and shakes his head plaintively. His eyes radiate sadness as they slowly turn back to their usual color. I'm seeing them clearly for the first time. Around the pupils, they have a soft brown that gradually goes darker until transitioning to blue out the edges.

'You thought I'd kill you?' He sighed before once again walking off. I hear the glass under his feet and catch sight of the bloodstains appearing on the floor. He disappears into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. Now I'm left alone in the bedroom - dumbfounded, staring back down at the note.

He never betrayed me.

He never plotted to kill me.

And I trashed his bedroom. I wrecked it!

The guilt is a pain in my chest, an ache I didn't know I could feel. I hear the sound of the shower running behind the door. The red before my eyes has long melted away. I'm no longer 'lost' in the darkness. I'm awake and see my surroundings clear as day. A Mockery isn't even close to describing my actions. I've lost my mind and probably my only friend.

Slowly and with shaking fingers, I pull my wand through the air, uttering the words I know will fix this. Worldly things, all kinds of physical materials, can be mended as long as it wasn't magic destroying it. The shredded bedding reverses and assembles itself as the tiny pieces of glass put themselves together like puzzles inside the frames. I remain on the floor naked except for my underwear, inspecting my restoration. There isn't a scratch, a rip, or a wrinkle to be seen as I look from floor to ceiling. Even my clothes are in a pile on the floor, neatly folded. The only thing out of place now is me.

I turn the note over and make words appear on the back before placing it on the bedside table with care. My heart is heavy in my chest. It's like a rock: hard, cold, and gray as I turn on the spot disappearing back to my tent.

***

Harry's POV

The water stream down my strained body as I stand under the hot water. The warmth is calming Jack and me both down. She thrashed my room completely. She ripped my photos from the walls, destroyed my bed, and ripped my bedding. And all because she thought I had taken her f*****g wand?

Jack snarls in my head, pissed by her action and thoughts. We know she's not our mate. However, we like her. The spicy personality that makes her blurt whatever comes to her mind, her long silky black hair and dark eyes. Above that, she's thoughtful and brave. And I believe she's misunderstood a lot of the time.

I turn off the water and step out of the shower as I dry myself. I wonder what I need to do to help Raven. How do I make her trust me and realize I want to be her friend, with or without the benefits? Jack growls at me. He would prefer to be without her benefits. Not that we disagree about being her friend. It's just that he wants our mate, as do I!

'Mrs. Birch?' I mind-link our head omega.

'Yes, Beta?' She answers quickly.

'I need someone to help clean my bedroom. There has been a misunderstanding!' I tell her.

'Of course, I'll send someone up in a minute!'

'Thank you!'

Happy with the help being on its way, I throw my towel towards the hamper and step back into my bedroom. I expect a complete mess as before. Instead, there isn't a speck of dust in sight. Nor is there any sign of Raven. My bedroom looks like nothing ever happened.

'She left?' Jack sighs. I mentally nod as I walk up to my dresser, pulling a pair of boxers from the top drawer, mind-linking Mrs. Birch. 'Mrs. Birch, the help is no longer needed. Thank you anyway!'

'Alright, Beta!'

With a groan, Jack and I fall on top of the bed. My legs dangle over the edge as I stare at my ceiling. She fixed the room and left. Why would she leave us?

Jack shrugs at my question. He knows as little as me and is wondering the same thing. I can only hope she isn't doing anything stupid!

'Eat, then text her!' Jack suggest. He's right. Breakfast, then pondering. I can't think of an empty stomach, anyway.

'You're always the voice of reason, oh wise man!' I mock.

As I rise and sit, I feel cold water droplets run down my face and onto my shoulders. Annoyed, I rub my hands over my face to get rid of them. The note caught my attention in the middle of the motion. A writing that isn't mine, round, graceful letters flow over the tiny note now carrying a message for me.

- I'm sorry! -