September 2, Wednesday

I had been training with my pack all day long. For most of the week I have been. I couldn't stay and be alone with my thoughts. So I trained and trained.

Isabella was what came to mind every time I took a small break. Even for a single minute I would think of her. My wolf definitely didn't like me being away from her. Even if she was human, he still wanted her like I did.

Especially the dreams I've been having. I hated them with a burning passion. I tried not to sleep every night but I soon would. It was inevitable.

My dreams would consist of me following Bella. In my wolf form. I would chase her for what felt like years. And when I finally got to her, I would rip her silky smooth skin off her body.

And eat her.

After a long day of working on my skills I decided to quit for the day. It had been only a couple days from me last seeing her. Although I could still smell her if I tried hard enough.

As I'm walking back to the house I see my truck missing. What the hell? I always park my truck here.

Dean comes walking out of the pack house with a apple in his hand. "What happened to my truck?" I say yelling at Dean. His gaze quickly meets mine then the empty lot in front of the pack house.

"I have no idea. I just came into the house 10 minutes ago. It was here when I came in." He says. But his mind finally clicks when he tells me news I don't want to here.

"Cara left. She said she was going to town for awhile. I didn't think she you would take your truck." Dean says with a hint of emotion showing. He was probably scared I would be upset at him. But I wasn't.

I was beyond pissed at Cara. Before going completely insane I walk into the house to make sure she was actually missing. I walk upstairs to here room. Slamming the door open, I find a note on her bed. I walk over and pick it up.

Why in the hell would I thank her later? She took my fucking truck without my permission! I quickly run to my house that was hidden in the woods beside the pack house. Running inside I get my phone and call Cara. I'm so close to kicking her out of my fucking house and sending her back to her little bitch of a Alpha.

After a couple rings she answers the phone.

"Hey cousin." She says in a squeaky voice. She knew I would be upset but she still took my truck.

"Get home now! If you don't in 30 minutes I'm kicking you out." I say enraged. I could feel my breath becoming short.

"Just listen to me. You'll thank me later once I get home. Isabella is with me. And I don't think you want her to hate you right?" She says with a hint of sass in her voice.

Honestly if Isabella did hate me, everything would be easier. I wish she did. But I also can't bring myself to be a jerk to her. Even after the night at Cherries. I barely even slept that night.

"Just trust me. I'll see you when I get home." She then hangs up the phone. I throw my phone on the bed almost breaking it. Ever since Cara has came she's been a pain in my ass.

Cara did help me find my mate but I can't stand her. I have to make her leave somehow.

After hours, I hear the door of the pack house open. I wait on the couch for her to come in. But as I hear the footsteps, I smell something. I smell Isabella. I stand up from the couch quickly as she's so close to the living room.

"Isabe.." in comes Cara with a bunch of bags. She stares at me before giving me a huge smile.

"You smell like her." I say quietly with no emotion. To much emotion would make me weak.

"Go to the truck. Just go sit in there." Cara says walking away from me. Why should I go to my truck? Did she spill something in there!

I leave the house and walk to my truck. Immediately as I open the door, Isabella's sent leaks out like gas. I stumble back at how strong the sent is.

I jump in and close the door. I stare at the passenger seat like she's sitting there. My truck would smell like this for at least a week and I was grateful for that. Because I don't think I'm ever seeing Isabella again.

Friends by Chase Atlantic