"No, you can’t. A human wouldn’t survive a mating and his wolf would be too jealous to live without trying to mate to you. Vampires, witches and angels can mate with humans but we can’t. Trust me it’s been tried but it always kills the human. If they don’t mate, the wolf will go crazy and try to kill anyone that looks their human." Harris says before Katy can say anything more. Not wanting them to see how hurt I am I stand up, moving some blankets around and picking up some cups. I should send them away before Wyatt finds out and make them stay away. They both watch me as I take the cups to the kitchen and come back.

"I should stay away from the pack; I think it's for the best. I'll tell Jaxson but I think you should leave." I tell them, Katy face drops at my words.

"Your still pack, Jaxson will mate fully with Esta soon and then it will be ok." Harris sounds as heartbroken as I feel. One look at his face shows me how much he struggled with those words.

"Leave Harris, please." I choke on the last words of my sentence. I can see it’s hard for him but this whole night is feeling like someone is banging a hammer against my heart.

"Winter," Katy tries to come to me but I shake my head. I see in the corner of my eye as Harris pulls her out my apartment. The shutting of the door slams the final nail in the coffin and I burst into tears sliding down onto the floor.

Chapter Seventeen

The rest of the night, I spend half sleeping on the sofa and half crying. My phone rings a few times from Jaxson and Wyatt. I can't make myself answer either of them. When the morning light, lights up the room, it burns my dry eyes. I know I need to go to university today, I only have two days left and I missed all of yesterday. I pick up my phone and read the messages from Wyatt, saying that he is picking me up in an hour for class and to call him. I don't call but I force myself off the sofa, leaving my misery behind to shower and change. Once I'm dressed in a turtleneck sweater dress and black knee high- boots, I throw my laptop and class work into my bag. Wyatt doesn't knock, as I'm in the kitchen eating a breakfast bar as he strolls in. His gaze descends my whole body before meeting my eyes and I can almost taste his anger.