Don't Bite

Chapter 33-Confessions

There was a different look in his eyes, a more loving, sentimental look. He turned, and stared directly at me. It was such an intense look behind his eyes that it was actually kind of scary-in a good way, if that makes sense.

"She's extremely beautiful, kind hearted, intelligent, and probably the strongest person I've ever met in my ninety two years of life."

My face turned completely red, my heart felt like it was going to explode, and my knees grew really week. That had to be the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me (or about me) before in my life.

Wait, ninety two? Wow... that's just... wow. I wondered why he's never told me his age before.

There was collective "awe's" from the crowd, and even a few "You have to let them be together!" and there was even one "You're so freaking hot! Why couldn't you be my mate?"

I spotted Blake's mother in the crowd easily and she was sitting with her legs crossed neatly over her chair, no type of emotion on her face whatsoever. Then she stood, and calmly walked off towards the exit.

It got quiet, and I noticed how Blake's fell just a little, but he quickly masked it, as if he weren't actually hurt.

I didn't have time to even attempt to comfort him or do anything else for that matter.

"I really don't want to interrupt, Roxie," I turned to see my Dad. "But-Carmen-I-I just think you should come. Now."

Something about his tone of voice had me on the edge. "What is it, Dad?"

"It's not my place to tell you, just come."

My heart dropped. What could it possibly be that he wants me to see for myself? It couldn't be-I mean she couldn't be d-no, don't think like that Roxie. I scolded myself. This is Carmen; I have to think on the bright side.

I obediently followed him, and not even fifteen minutes we were standing outside of one of the pack hospital room doors. I felt bad for leaving Blake, and probably when he needed me the most, but I was sure Carmen needed me just as much. I suddenly got Déjà vu as I realized Carmen was in the same hospital room as Rebecca when Blake put her in the hospital.

Good times.

Uncle Scott and Carmen's family was already there, each with different forms of painful looks on their faces. Of course, Carmen's Dad's painful look was mostly an angry one. He was glaring at Vera-Vera!

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, joining Carmen's Dad in on glaring at her.

She gave me a bored look before going back to staring down at her fingers. Her eyes were red. I almost felt bad for her-almost. Then I remembered who she was. Hell, how did I know she wasn't faking it?

"That's a very good question, why are you here? I mean still here." Carmen's Dad spoke up.

Apparently Carmen's Dad hated her-or disliked her, hates a strong word-as much as I did.

She sighed. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"She doesn't want you, you know." He said, his eyes were narrowed into tiny slits.

Carmen's mother stared at him in disbelief.

"Besides whatever it is that you, those wolf spirits, and anyone else may think, you are not meant to be with my daughter! She is not homosexual and she is definitely not going to be with you. It's obviously a mistake, so why are you still here?" When he was done with that, she looked about ready to dig a hole and crawl in it.

So, he obviously knew. As much as I couldn't stand Vera, I disagreed with her father. This was neither mine nor his place to tell them they couldn't be together. Besides, I didn't really mind Carmen being into girls; it was just which girl it was. A liar.