"You had a wolf here; I have smelt a wolf around you for ages but not in your home. Don’t you know not to invite the big bad wolf into your home?" He remarks, his fists tightly clenched as he strolls forward. I almost feel the anger in each step forceful step until he is standing in front of me, forcing my gaze to look up at him.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was that you didn't answer?" His gaze is trying to hide the pain that is clearly etched on his face.

"I'm sorry." I place my hand on his rough stubble on his cheek and he leans into my touch.

"Sweetheart." He sighs before leaning down and kissing my forehead.

“I’m scared that he will hurt you again. I don’t want to see your bruises anymore. I bought this cream for you.” He passes me a white tub. My ribs aren’t too sore; I must not have hurt them as bad as I thought. I’ve always healed quickly growing up, so I’m not worried.

“Thanks but none of my friends did this to me. That I promise you, they wouldn’t hurt me, Wyatt.” I say and pull my shirt up. Wyatt takes a seat, watching me as I rub the green looking cream into my skin. My skin tingles for a second and I watch as a slight glow comes from where my bruises are.

“What is that?” I ask.

“It’s from Dabriel. He is good at making things for healing. I don’t know what’s in it but it heals anything very quickly.” Wyatt tells me.

“It’s magic?” I ask and Wyatt nods for an answer. I pull my shirt down and offer him the tub back.

“Keep it.” He says and I put in on my coffee table.

"What did your father ask of you?" I ask him.

Wyatt moves quickly away from me and stands next to the door.

"Your safe for now, that's all that matters." He says in a cold tone. The Wyatt I know is lost now and he is cutting me off.

"Wyatt," I warn.

"I was going to drive you but I have something to do." He says, his eyes meet mine for a second, long enough for me to see the guilt in them.

"Wyatt!" I all but shout into the wind, as he disappears out the open door. My worry hits an all-time high as I make my way to class and sit in my seat. Harris waves as he comes in and I wave back, looking around for Alex. She doesn't come to class, which makes me worry more, I try to send a message to her but she doesn't reply by the end of my classes. I walk out, not really looking where I'm going and bump into Harris who clearly wants to talk to me.