Chapter 2

Wake me up from this bad dream. I tell myself as I am greeted with the most horrifying sight ever.

The music coming from his room was too loud, so I wouldn’t have heard a sound.

I had walked into a mess of a sitting room in Kade’s apartment. There were beer bottles everywhere, and clothing sprawled on different parts of the couch and floor. I practically had to walk around the mess to the kitchen.

There was no surprise. I thought to myself angrily.

The only place I had yet to go was his bedroom, and I was already about to throw my tantrum when the words got stuck in my throat.

It was as though someone had poured me a bucket of cold water. I suddenly developed a cold as color drained out of my face. My breathing started moving rapidly and slowly, and rapidly, tears were beginning to fall.

If this were a dream, then I must admit, it was a very bad one.

My eyes were met with a betrayal so deep, it hurt.

Would it have hurt less if they had just lain side by side?

I could recognize my best friend anywhere. Her black curls bounced on her back as she twisted her butt on his cock, and as if right on cue, he moaned.

“Tell me you love me, Kade,” She whispered breathlessly.

“I love you, babe.” He responded so fast as he gripped her waist while she increased her tempo.

I cannot explain if I was moving differently due to the shock because instead of taking a bow or throwing a tantrum, I walked toward the action and took a closer look at them to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

“Ka-Kade,” I whispered.

Oh, the look on his face was priceless. Maybe it would be funny later when I think about this, but right now, I was in a movie I had no script for, and I was the damsel in distress because my heart suddenly started palpitating, and I thought I would pass out soon enough.

Cassie quickly rolled off, clearly dissatisfied as she made a fake attempt to cover up. Kade, on the other hand, was fumbling with his boxers.

Unable to take it anymore, I walked out while he followed up behind, stuttering, or so I thought, because I couldn’t hear a single thing he said.

I was already flying off the front porch when I felt his hand on my arm. The speed at which I had turned to give him a slap that was worthy of his betrayal was swift, but it didn’t do anything to ease my broken heart.

“Lyra, Lyra. I’m sorry. It’s not exactly what you think. I was drunk last night.”

“Till about 11 am?” I retorted. Then I whip my head over to Cassie, who had joined us in what was Kade’s T-shirt, like a trophy telling me she won a game where we were both players.

“If it’s not the back-stabbing bitch herself.” Kade tries to interrupt me, but I hold him off with my left hand raised, telling him to cut it.

I looked at my current ex-best friend and asked. “What was the reason?”

She looked down briefly, but it was either that she was a poor actress or she just wanted to mock me and rile me up at the same time.

“What was the reason?” I yelled

“Oh, please,” she responds and walks over to Kade. Her useless attempt at faking remorse fell off easily.

“He was never yours. Kade and I have always been together, but you just wouldn’t get the hint, would you?”

“What?” “You lying piece of shit. You were supposed to be my best friend. How could you? How could both of you?” The tightly held tears spilled.

“You never said you liked him. You knew of my feelings for him, and you’ve been glued to me while Kade and I made plans for our future. You could have had anybody!” I yelled, “Anyone!!! But you chose him?”

“Yeah, well. It’s not like I planned to hurt you intentionally. Kade and I just clicked.”

“You bitch.” I yelled as I lunged at her, grabbing her hair with ease. One thing I gained from my lack of wolf was my height and speed.

She tried to grab me somewhat, but with my right hand firmly rooted in her hair, I yanked her head backwards, hurling profanities.

We had quite a struggle while Kade tried to separate the chaos, but the more he tried, it only fueled my anger, and I relentlessly held on to Cassie’s hair as though it was life.

She was screaming, but I didn’t care. It was either her or me, and it would be a shame to find myself on the losing end, having been humiliated and hurt.

Amid the drama, we had moved the action away from the porch steps to the driveway. Kade had managed to carry me from behind while I trashed and struggled to get at her as she moved away, holding on to her hair. Quite a chunk had pulled out. She was bleeding and crying. When I realized I couldn’t get her anymore, I focused on hurling more profanities at Kade, biting his arms. He loosened his grip, and I swung around to face him, scratching his face, his eyes, his hands; my hands were doing a whole number on their own. He probably allowed it.

He manages to grab me again, and this time he carries me into his house and pleads with me to calm down while he shuts the door and argues with Cassie.

I pace close to the windows overlooking the porch while I watch the scene unfold in front of me.

Kade is gesticulating with his hands, moving his hands through his hair, and taking in sharp breaths as though frustrated. Cassie, on the other hand, is still wailing; her bleeding seemed to have stopped, one of the perks of having been shifted.

I am angry again.

My phone rings and pauses my pacing, but I ignore it.

What the hell are they talking about? I don’t have time for this – for waiting.

All I want to do is cause some damage to ease my anger. I look around the room, pick a bottle, and wing it at the flat screen TV. It felt good, I must admit. I begin to smash the bottles lurking in various parts of the apartment.

My phone rings again, irritation setting in. I see an SOS ping just as the ringtone was about to end.

It’s my Mum

“Run!” she screams.