NATALIA
“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Sam asks as we walk through the garden. “I don’t want you to make this decision out of anger.”
I sigh. “I am angry— and hurt— but I also know that I want this. I can be of more use with the scouts. I can hone my skills, and use them to protect the pack. Plus, I get to train and do missions with my best friends.” I shrug. It’s true, though. I am angry. Pissed, actually, but I am not thinking with my anger. I know what I truly want. So, I continue marching forward, purposefully striding towards the woods where I know Leslie is waiting for us.
Ivy huffs at me. I know I am in denial. I haven’t slept since last night; the hurt from his rejection pulsing through each hard step. Whatever. He’ll come around once I'm not anymore. I'm sure
