Chapter5

#Chapter5

Lucas edged towards me and I backed away. "Amaris, it's me. You don't have to be scared." He whispered.

I'm not scared of Lucas. I'm scared of Rhydian. I don't know what he's planning. This is how it starts, I meet my mate, everything goes great and then the truth comes out.

A special potion made by a witch called Matebane. I was given this potion, which made me believe that another was my mate. It destroyed me last time.

It's happened twice before. I'll be damned if I let it happen again.3

I will not get sucked in.

"Lucas, you know what you need to do." Tristan turned his head towards him. Lucas nodded and kneeled in the same position as Tristan. He bowed his head, Rhydian looked at us one by one, confused.

"You need to show you're no threat," Lucas whispered.

"But why?" Rhydian asked, puzzled.

"Amaris's wolf feels threatened. It will be safer for you and Amaris if you just do it." Tristan explained. Rhydian sighed then kneeled. Placing his hand flat against his knee, bowing his head.

I started feeling the tingling sensations of shifting. Having submission from our mate is all Aurora needed. Even though we've gone through this already before, twice. All Aurora wants is her mate.

I fought against it, I'm not ready to face everyone.

'I sense no danger, Amaris.'

"Why isn't she shifting back?" Rhydian asked, quietly. Lucas's eyes began to water, "She's overwhelmed." He whispered.

"Amaris Thorne, stop fighting against your wolf and shift back," Tristan commanded.

I heard my bones snapping and the next thing I knew, I was sat on the floor. I kept my head down, my hair covering my face.

"Why isn't she naked?" Rhydian asked. I kept my eyes shut, afraid that they would be red.

My wolf is kind of special. Not like the kind of white wolf special. We have all heard stories about the white wolves. I'm different.

"It's a long story." Tristan sighed. "Is her room all sorted?" He asked.

"Yes, dad. Her old room." Lucas whispered. I shivered and shook my head. "Don't... don't take me there." I whimpered.

Tristan stood up slowly and motioned for the others to do it. They moved away slightly and began whispering to each other. I'm sure they didn't think it through properly, I mean, I'm a wolf. Hello? Super hearing!

"Why won't she go home?" Rhydian quizzed. Lucas sighed, "She hasn't been back here in 3 years. I don't think she was fully ready to come back. Everything has hit her all at once." He replied, sadly.

"Well, she can have the Alpha suite in the packhouse." Rhydian offered. "I don't think that would be a good idea." Tristan sighed.

"She needs somewhere neutral. Somewhere new." He stated, "Just for now."

They came back over to me and Tristan bent down, "I'm going to pick you up, ok?" Tristan announced. He slid his arm under my legs, another around my waist and held me against him. "We're going to take you somewhere to rest." He whispered, planting a small kiss on my forehead.

I wrapped my arms around Tristan's neck and laid my head on his chest. The familiar scent was calming, but it wasn't masking Rhydian's.

"Can you tell him to go?" I muttered. Tristan glanced down at me and raised his brow. "Who?" He asked.

"The other guy," I whispered. "Please." I whimpered.

Tristan stopped walking and turned to them. "I'm going to take her on my own, I'll see you back at the packhouse." He said.

"But I want to come," Lucas argued. Tristan rolled his eyes, "Not now, Lucas." He sighed.

"Come on, you can go tell Ria and Drew she's here." Rhydian smiled at Lucas. They left and Tristan glanced down at me, "Better?" He smiled.

I inhaled and sighed in relief. Tristan's scent flooded my senses, erasing Rhydian's. I nodded and closed my eyes.  "You're going to have to talk to me, sooner or later." He whispered.

"The latter." I yawned. He nodded and took me to a house I've never seen. He went inside and took me straight upstairs to a bedroom.

The bedroom has a huge four-poster bed in the middle, with two black and white marble tables either side. A painting of a waterfall above the bed, it was beautiful and so relaxing. The walls were a light grey with specks of silver. There was a wardrobe set along the wall beside the bed with a gorgeous marble dressing table. A huge window on the wall opposite the bed, leading outside to a balcony.

"Whose bedroom is this?" I questioned, scanning my eyes around.

He took a deep breath and set me down. "Your dad had this house made for you just before he died." He explained.

My breath hitched and I couldn't breathe. I fell to the floor and screamed. "I should have been here!" I growled. Tristan knelt down in front of me, "Come on sweetheart. Calm down." He tried soothing.

My head snapped up, I glared at him, my eyes were burning and I knew there were red. I knew the symptoms of changing and I didn't have long before it happened.

"You need to get out of here, now!" I growled viscously. He shook his head and stayed put. "Please, Uncle Tristan. I'm losing control." I begged. I haven't lost control like this since I left. But after everything I've been through and everything I've put everyone through, the guilt and hurt are too much.

I growled and shoved at him. He scrambled backwards, stood up and looked down at me.

"I love you, Amaris." He whispered before shutting the door behind him.

I felt the tears running down my face before I blacked out.