Page 12 of Resisting Fate

I remind myself of that and slowly get up so that I don’t wake him. We need distance. My heart is weakening, and that’s not something I can let happen.

I let out a breath as I make my way upstairs to look for my clothes. When I see them, I find my phone ringing and smile when I see it’s my mom.

“Mom,” I say with a smile.

“How’s my girl?” she asks.

I look around the room and do my best to lie as best as I can. “I’m great mom, never better.”

“Have you seen anything exciting on the road? A giant Pac Man or something?” she asks excitedly.

I laugh at her words. “No, mom I haven’t. Where would I even see such a thing?” I ask.

“I’m not sure, but there has to be one out there somewhere! If there isn’t, we should put one in our town,” she says.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” I say with a chuckle.

“Have you met anyone on the road,” she asks.

I hesitate. “No, mom, I haven’t met anyone new.” It’s not a lie but not the truth either.

“Talk to me, honey,” she says softly.

“It’s complicated,” I tell her.

“I’m good with complicated. Trust me,” she says with a laugh.

“I spent my life hating this man, thinking he was a different person; heck, maybe he was. How can I look at him so differently? Can people really change?” I ask.

She lets out a sigh. “Yeah, people can change. You need to trust your gut. Sometimes people change for the better; sometimes it’s for the worse. You have good instincts. They’ve never led you wrong before.”

I make a noise of agreement and change the subject.

We make small talk before hanging up the phone.

I dial Max’s number before I decide to leave. It has been a while since I have talked with my other best friend.

“Hey, how’s my best friend?” he answers.

“I’m getting there,” I tell him.

“Well, I’m on my way home. Should be there sometime tomorrow,” he says.

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “That’s great news. I can’t wait to see you!”

“Yeah, maybe you can tell me what has been going on with you and Isaac,” he says, his tone is anything but friendly when he says Isaac’s name.

“Not much. I’m still getting used to this whole wolf thing, let alone the mate thing. It’s a lot to take in,” I tell him with a sigh.

“Right, well I will pretend I believe you think everything is okay,” he says

I change the subject, and our conversation doesn’t last much longer since I don’t really want to talk about Isaac. Everything is too fresh.

I hang up feeling better that Max is on his way home. I missed him a lot.

I’m grinning when I turn around, but I jump when I see Isaac right behind me.

“Who was that?” he asks, but I don’t know what to make of his tone.

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