Chapter 1: And It Doesn’t Make Sense

It was around ten in the night. If two years ago anyone ever told Liam that he will one day consider killing himself as an option for running away from his problems, Liam would take it as a joke and laugh until tears coming down from his eyes.

    Yep, life is cruel and karma is surely a bitch but the idea of problems, besides his usual family issues they had every day, the idea of killing himself and not having even a tiny little hope was impossibly far-fetched.

    What should we do Blue? Liam asked his wolf. It wasn't only his life; it was Blue's life too. Once the poison finds its way through our body, then there's no coming back.

    We are not cowards. Blue's whisper was weak and sad. They wanted to live and have a happy life but all of those wishes were for two years ago, once they had a pack. We can't live this miserable life and we definitely can't wait for a mate since we watched how mates killed each other. We can't do the same mistake that our pack did. We have no purpose but the choice is still up to you.

    You're right. Liam sighed. We're not cowards and that's why we do it.

    Even though it was their own words, they couldn't quite understand what is the meaning behind them. Running from problems by ending your own life and not be a coward at the same time? Never going to happen but Liam chose to believe it.

    His hands were shaking so hard but he managed to get the knife and the wolfsbane powder out of his pockets.

    "I am not a coward… I am not a coward… I am not a coward…" He kept repeating those words and tried to give himself comfort.

    Liam! Do it! We can't suffer anymore! We can't handle it and we can't keep wandering around while there would be a possibility of a mate finding us! Blue hissed in Liam's head. Do it!

    I can do it! And he wanted to do it.

    The plan was easy. Cut and put wolfsbane on the wound. His hands were shaking but now that he started, there would be no coming back.

    Slowly Liam raised the knife but he felt so weak. He couldn't do it! He was so weak…

    "I should do it!" He mentally slapped himself and tried to wake up his long-lost bravery.

    The first step. He made a long cut on his forearm but the cut wasn't big enough for getting infected by the wolfsbane.

    More! Blue growled. Stop being so pathetic Liam! More! We need more blood! We need a bigger wound!

    "I can't!" Liam sobbed. "It hurts so much! I can't do it! I don't want to—"

    Mate! His wolf growled louder than before. Do it if you don't want to end up like Nathan! We cannot let him find us! He got our scent and it's only a matter of seconds till he reaches us! Do it, Liam! We can't have a mate!

    The word 'mate' scared Liam more than anything in the world. He didn't want a mate and he preferred to die like this than to be killed by his mate's hands.

    "I can't have a mate!" Liam shouted and made a very deep wound and quickly poured the wolfsbane's powder on his wound.

    It hurt so much and Liam started to scream and yell. He regretted the choice he made but he regretted his life too. As his mate's scent grew stronger, the bond between him and the person that he was bonded to, left only one thought in his head and one sentence to say before blacking out.

    "I don't want to die…" He whispered weakly to the trees as black dots blurred his vision and left him to lose his consciousness and completely unaware that his mate was coming to him with full speed.

Twenty Minutes Ago

    Logan was in his worst mood and attitude this day, even worse than other days. He yelled at his father's pack more than ever and he scowled at everyone on his way.

    It wasn't a surprise that he had this cold attitude and the pack got used to seeing him with a straight face and a frown on his face all the time but today he looked different.

    Danger! Logan was running through the forest for calming his mind for a little but suddenly Crimson's growl, his wolf, stopped him. Mate is in danger!

    What do you mean? Logan snapped back to his wolf. We don't have a mate!

    Mate! Crimson growled even louder. Find our mate! He's in danger! Save mate!

    And then it hit Logan. The most amazing scent he ever heard. His mate's scent mixed with blood.

    Logan looked up and searched every inch of the forest with his sharp eyes and tried to concentrate on his mate's scent. When he found the scent, he growled one more time. He could feel that his mate was far away from him but because a mate is everything to a werewolf Logan could hear his mate even from miles away.

    Run faster! Crimson yelled at him. Our mate is not okay!

    Shut up Crimson! Logan shouted even louder than his wolf in his head. Do you think I don't want to save our mate? I'm running as fast as I can!

    Crimson chose to stay quiet and both of them concentrated on their mate's scent.

    Logan was not a joyful person and he always has a frown but even Logan, can't resist a mate. A mate is someone that will always be very dear to you and will love you all your life. Someone trustable and someone that is perfect for you in every way and there was no way, absolutely no way, that Logan was going to let his mate die. Not when he can save him.

    He ran and ran until the scent got stronger and finally after nearly fifteen minutes, he found his mate.

    Mate! Crimson yelled.         

    "No!" Logan shouted.

    His mate was lying unconscious on the ground while blood was running out of his hand onto the ground, making the white snow turn into the same color as Logan's fur. there was a bloody knife in one of his hands and there was something in his other hand that he was holding.

    Logan didn't hesitate, he changed back and ran toward his mate's and picked him up for taking him to the infirmary but when he picked him up something fell to the ground.

    He ran faster as the only thing that was in his mind was: Wolfsbane.