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This chapter sucks. Next one will be better, I promise. 

Dedicated to Nadinebradley because they were the only one to comment on the last chapter. :) 

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Parker's POV

I'm going to fucking kill NIck.

And I'm being serious, I mean, I've never killed anyone before but I don't think I will be able to control myself. 

After my father's beta told us he wasn't at, or anywhere near, his work I started leading him towards Nick's house. Just thinking his name made me run even faster, my paws pounding the ground. 

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We halted when we saw Nick's house we immediately stopped and shifted, pulling on the black basketball shorts we had carried here in our mouths.

I started walking towards the front door but my dad placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. As soon as I had stalled my walking, I saw them rushing out of the house with a stretcher that had a body on it.

All I could see was that it had blonde hair and a neckbrace, Luke. My Luke. I could feel myself crumbling, my angry composure breaking.

He couldn't be dead. Not after I had just gotten him, please no. All I could do was stare at him, the cold air beginning to effect my bare torso. I could barely feel the tight squeeze my dad gave me on the shoulder.

"Luke.." I whispered brokenly.

Suddenly, as if hearing me, Luke began to thrash about. His body was convulsing violently and I heard shouts of, "Get him in the back, quick!" and "He needs and IV!" 

We were standing a mere forty feet away and that's where we remained, until they were gone. I didn't know why I couldn't move from my spot until the exact moment when I couldn't see the ambulance anymore.

I began sprinting towards the front  door to Nick's place getting there in a few seconds and hitting the door roughly, breaking it off it's hinges.

Nick sat in the middle of the room, the coffee table was tilted on it's side and there was a huge puddle of blood next to him. He was staring off into space, his black hair sticking out in all directions. His eyes seemed to be a brighter blue due to the amount of tears he had. 

I waited until he was looking up at me before stepping forward slowly, menacingly. "I'm going to kill you." I said calmly, as if just stating a fact.

"Okay." His answer took me by surprise but my steps didn't falter. 

 I felt hands on my wrists when I went to raise my right hand, claws extending, readying myself to cut his throat. Looking back, I saw my dad with a firm grip on my forearms, a stern look on his face. 

"You can't kill him, Parker."

I growled lowly at him, "I can, and I will. Let. Go." I was trying so hard not to yell. My father shook his head slightly then nodded toward Nick, who was still on the floor. "No you can't. Look at him, look into his eyes. He's miserable. He's obviously suffering badly over this, blaming himself. If you kill him you will end that emotional pain."

Fuck. I know he's right after looking at Nick and the state that he's in. "God damn it." I whispered, frustratingly. I nodded at my dad, telling him through our bond that I wouldn't kil him.

He walks out while I crouch down in front of Nick. I make sure my eyes flash a frightening yellow while I speak, "You will pack your things and leave. Leave this town, leave the fucking state. If I ever see you again I will kill you."

His tears have dried and he it seems as though the crying and emotional pain I saw a few moments ago was all an act. 

He glares at me. "Is that a threat?" I only smirk at him before getting up to go. But just before I leave his sight forever I turn around, making sure he can see my different colored eyes and to flash my sharp teeth at him.

"No. It's a promise."

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I ran into the hospital and towards the front desk. The lady sitting there appeared to be about in her fifties, with obviously died red hair and gross blue eye shadow on.

I hit my fist on the counter and she looked up, noticing me for the first time. I so did not have the time for this.

She set down the book she was reading and stared at me boredly, "Can I help you?" 

"Luke Anderson? What room is he in?" I said it in a rush, surprised when she started typing on her computer seeming to understand what I said. I need to know if he's okay. 

God, please let him be okay.

She was still typing and I almost screamed. "Can you hurry, I really don't have time for this." She glared at me through he thin-framed glasses.

"Room 319."

I sprinted toward the stairs, knowing the elevator would take too long, without a thank you. After running up three flights of stairs, I ran down the hall and skidded to a stop outside his room. 

I almost ran past it because I was running so fast. I was about to slam the door open but then I thought about the fact that he would probably be sleeping. So, I opened it slowly, grinning widely when I saw that he was awake and sitting up.

He had a bandage wrapped around his head, a little clip holding it from falling off his head. I smiled when he looked over at me and walked forward.

His own smile aimed at me made me walk faster and had me beside him in no time. I sat on the side of his bed, grabbed his left hand in mine, and slammed my lips to his.

I decided to keep my tongue in my own mouth because he probably just woke up, and plus I could just kiss him later.

I pulled back, but kept my forehead against his. Our noses were touching and I could feel his heavy breathing.  I smiled when I heard his heart monitor going crazy, his heart beat going at a rapid pace. I did that.

I pecked his lips once again before pulling back completely, keeping the fingers of my hand intertwined with his.

"I'm so happy your okay." I breathed, smiling again. He smiled back and gripped my hand tighter, but he didn't say anything.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and I turned my head to see my mom and dad sitting there with smiles on their faces, identical to my own.

 I was glad when they stood up and left. I needed to talk to Luke. "I broke up with Nick. That's why I was at his house earlier."

My head snapped up to meet Luke's eyes when I heard him speak. "You did? Does that mean...do you want to be with me?"

He nodded twice and pulled me down to hug him, but I got more comfortable by laying down next to him, slipping one arm behind the pillows propping him up and placing my head on his chest. 

I breathed in deeply and laced my left hand with his right one, which had an IV in it and then placed his hand back on his stomach.

I closed my eyes, "So, what did the doctor say?"

"That I have to rest here for a week so they can make sure nothing is severely wrong, not that they think anything is, though. Also, they said if I faint for a few weeks randomly that I should be okay but they're gonna give me medication, I think. I don't remember much else."

I nodded against his chest, "Do you at least remember what happened?" 

"Only that I broke up with Nick and then hit my head somehow. Everything else is just..not there. Why, what else happened?"

I shook my head, "Not important anymore. I'm just glad that you're going to be okay." I lifted my head and disentangled our hands, bringing it up to cup his cheek. 

"Am I?"

I looked at him, puzzled. "Are you what?" 

He shrugged, "Going to be okay? I mean- I've heard that head injuries are pretty serious most of the time and with my luck I just know somethings going to go wr-"

I pushed my lips against his, capturing his top lip between mine. I held my lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away slowly. I looked at him intensely, "You are going to be fine."

"Promise?" He sounded so small and helpless. I smiled, "Yes." 

He gained a playful look. "Pinky promise? That nothing bad will happen to me?" I laughed, nodding. He shook his head quickly, "No say it. Out loud, so I know." I swallowed.

"I Pinky Promise, nothing bad will happened to you. I'll make sure of it, Luke."

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