The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 53

It was Dolph that spoke, "Are you leaving?"

Ross looked at his bag lifting it up slightly before putting it back to his side, "I'm returning to the Pack House. The Luna believes it would be best for me too. Besides, there is no one to go back too." There was a long silent moment between the two males until Ross spoke once more, "I really thought that we were close enough that she would have told me what had bothered her. I had a right to know. I thought that if she found her mate, he could save her. But she would have been taken from me even if the rogue attacked.

"This is all my fault," Ross tried not to cry but it just started to flow out. "If I didn't leave that night, our parents would have not died and Blake wouldn't have been shoot by the Hunter. I killed them, all of this is a fault. I should have been me who died that night. Blake should have never followed me that night. I killed them, I killed Blake," he cried.

Eric ran towards Ross without a thought and wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close. Eric could hear Ross's bag in the porch as he wrapped his hand around Eric, gripping onto his shirt for dear life.

"This is not your fault. None of this is. It's mine. I couldn't protect her." Ross shook his head no at Eric's words. "Blake wouldn't want you to think this is your fault, she just wanted to protect you as much as she would. She loved you, Ross. And if she could do it all over again I don't think she would have done anything differently."

"I just wished she was still here," the boy whispered trying to hold back the tears as much as he could.

"So do I. So do I" Eric whispered, letting just a tear fall from his face.

Eric spent another night in the woods, not far from Blakes house. In the time he woke up in the night he found himself walking to the house to look up towards her bedroom window as if waiting for her to turn on the lights and out the window to find him there but that never happened. He would then find himself going back into the woods to do it all over again. Sleep, wake, look at the window. After the fourth time during the night, Eric wondered what would happen when he returned home? Would he find himself wondering the woods? Would he neglect his duets as a King?

"Blake, why did you leave me?" he asked himself hoping that she would answer. Blakes phantom self appeared before him. "What do I do?" Blakes phantom walked around him from behind him. Her gray eyes staring into his brown ones. She gave him one of her mischievous smiles while placing a hand over his cheek. "Please, I need your help." He had hoped that she would speak just once for him but she didn't. She just stood there, smiling until she vanished into the wind.

He took a deep breath and returned to the woods and sat by a tree. He often looked out by the trees hoping that she would come out of the darkness and walk into the moonlight that slipped passed the tree leaves.

"You've become quite talkative during our stay Dolph," Eric growled, not liking that he was being questioned about what he was doing.

Dolph took a deep breath before replying, "I'm trying to look out for you. I hear that talking can help so I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," Eric yelled. "What I need," he began to say softly, "is my little she-wolf. But she was gone. I will never see her again." Eric looked at his shaking hands, "I barely had her for two whole weeks and the moment I was able to make her mine for just a moment, she vanished like sand slipping through my fingers and the only thing left is the memories that I had shared with her.

"So no, I do not want to talk. I just want to be left alone for now. I must go back to my duets as a King and Alpha. It's what she would have wanted."