Clementine:
I noticed Troy watching my face a little too anxiously. Meanwhile, the others were already walking toward the station, entering through the broken area and sitting on the benches. I was still a little behind, near the big wall where the station stood. Before I could take more steps, Troy grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
"What are you doing?" I complained.
Since everyone was focused on comforting those who had lost loved ones, I guess they didn’t see us. My squad mates probably noticed, but it was too late. Troy had already dragged me back into the woods.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" I groaned, slapping his hand off my arm.
"Transition, come on," he insisted once he let me go. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"No," I groaned, glaring at him.
"You’re gonna fucking lose your wolf if you don’t. Wait, you already transitioned once," he said, pointing at my arm.
My arm was healed because I’d briefly let Mint out to fix it when I tried going after Ian.
"So that means you can transition," Troy added.
I shifted uncomfortably, not knowing how to tell him I couldn’t transition in front of him.
"What’s the matter? If you can transition once, you can transition again. It’ll help you. We don’t know how far the train is before it comes back. And why would you even want to go to the hospital when you can just transition and be fine?" he pressed.
His veins stood out as he spoke. I sighed and met his eyes.
"Why the hell do you even care, Troy? Am I not the one who spread rumors about you? Why don’t you just call me a bad friend and stop caring?" I said. He looked almost upset that I suggested it.
"Well, let’s just say I care, okay?" he muttered.
I shook my head again. I wasn’t going to let him act like he cared when I knew the truth. He didn’t care about me. He thought I betrayed him. So why was he suddenly changing and showing so much concern? It didn’t make sense.
"I’m not gonna transition, okay?" I said, stepping back and almost turning to leave. But the pain stopped me.
"And you can’t even fucking take a few steps without falling to your knees," he growled, grabbing my arm and turning me around.
"If you lose too much blood, you won’t be able to transition and heal. So just do it now before it gets worse." He tried to make me understand, but once again I shook my head.


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