Words Left Unspoken

It's been a few weeks since the war between werewolves and rogues. Many of the werewolves that got injured in the war were now perfectly fine. They even decided to help build the pack house back up. Of course, it wasn't going to be the same, nothing would be the same, but at least they'd have a safe place to stay and a new place to call a house. However, it can no longer be a home, due to so many losing something that meant so much to them. At least now, they'll have a safe place to build their pack back up. 

So much darkness makes it hard to find the light at the end of the tunnel, yet, it's hard to give up when the pack has built so much strength from all they've experienced and broken through these last few weeks, especially after the Cold War.

While many were lost, thanks to the very powerful and strong Phoenix (My mate), and her father, many more survived. 

"Apollo... what are you doing?" I ask him.

"I'm just writing about how our last few weeks have been," He responds, continuing to write. I quietly sneak up behind him before quickly taking the piece of paper from over his shoulder.

As I was reading it, my eyes glazed over in sadness, but also in entertainment.

"Really?" I ask Apollo as I read over his letter. "Who is this even for?" I ask, holding onto it while looking at him.

"It's for my pen pal," He says, trying to grab the paper, but failing miserably.

"Your pen pal?" I ask, teasingly but also in an accusing way.

"Yeah, my pen pal," He repeats, trying to convince me.

"You don't have a pen pal, Apollo," I tell him, folding my arms in front of my chest.

"Yeah I do. You've never met him," He says, looking down at his shoes while seeming embarrassed.

"What's their name?" I ask, still not convinced.

"Uh... Uh... Garrin Teedee," He says, still staring at his shoes.

"Garrin Teedee?" I ask. "I don't believe you," I tell him.

"Fine..." He finally breaks, looking back up to me.

"I'm sending my sister a letter. She lives in a completely different country. I haven't seen her since she moved away when she turned 18. I try to keep in touch with her as much as I can," He finally explains.

"Your sister?" I ask, not knowing he had a sister.

"Yeah... her name is Katy," He says.

"Okay... well, that's great. I'd love to meet her one day. And a little heads up on your letter to your sister, don't write it like your writing a book... and don't make it sound like I died," I tell him, giving him a small kiss before handing him back his letter and walking out of his room.

"Hey Phoenix!" Rachel, one of the werewolves walk up to me. She was only 6, but she was very strong and very adorable.

"Hi Rachel, how are you doing today?" I ask, stopping to speak to her.

"I'm doing awesome!" She smiles up at me, one of her front teeth missing.

"Where's your mommy or daddy?" I ask her while kneeling to one knee to match her height. 

"Eating," She says before giggling and running off. After the war, we've struggled a bit, but it seems like everything is going back to normal, our new pack house is also pretty much built up again.

The Werewolves are more accepting of me, especially after I saved them and risked my own life to save theirs. After I was smashed by a bunch of rogues, I ended up in the hospital and was in a coma for a few days, but quickly got out of it. Technically, Apollo and Ezra take the credit for getting me out of that coma. Just ask them, they'll brag about it. 

When I was laying on that hospital bed, unconscious but still breathing, Ezra and Apollo were in and out of the room, freaking out. My father was the one who mostly stayed in the room with me, calmly. Well, that's what the doctor said. The day that I woke up, Apollo and Ezra were in the room with me on both sides of my bed, no one else, and they prayed on their lives to wake me up. After their prayer, apparently, I immediately began to move and started to wake up.

It was so weird, but I wasn't complaining. I would never leave those two knuckleheads alone. They wouldn't survive without me, so I kind of have to stay alive.

"Hey honey," My father walks up to me. "How're you doing?" He asks, stopping in front of me.

"I'm doing okay. I'm still a little sore, but that's normal for me right now. I'm just still healing." I tell him. "How are you doing, dad?" I ask him.

"I'm doing fine. But, I think you should go check up on Ezra. He was asking about you because he didn't find you in your room," He says. "And then he got into a small fight about something stupid with another pack member," He explains. I just roll my eyes at the fighting part before giving my father a hug and making my way down the stairs.

Stepping off of the last step, I noticed Ezra and another pack member, Leo, in the kitchen, looking to be arguing.

"What's going on in here?" I ask, walking into the kitchen.

"He took the last of the milk," Leo says, pointing towards Ezra accusedly.

"He took the last bit of milk," Ezra says, pointing towards Leo. I roll my eyes with an annoyed expression.

"Really?" I ask, folding my arms. "Why don't you just share both?" I ask, looking back and forth at the men. They glance at each other for a moment and then back at me, staying silent for a while.

"That sounds like a good idea," Ezra says before sharing some milk with Leo and Leo shares some of the cereal with Ezra. "Anyways, Stella," He says before shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and swallowing it. "I wanted to know how you are doing," He says, his expression turning into a concerned one.

"I'm still sore, but it makes sense after all my body has endured," I tell him. "Anyways, I'm glad I helped you guys figure this whole cereal, milk thing out," I say before turning to leave.

"Wait," Ezra says, almost dropping his cereal on the floor while putting it on the counter. He grabs my elbow gently before turning me back around. "I love you," He says, pulling me into a hug. Before I could respond, my body automatically tenses. I awkwardly pat his back, not knowing how to respond to his words. When he releases me, he stares into my eyes with a hopeful look in his eyes before my eyes widen.

"Thanks," I say quickly before quickly heading out of the kitchen. 

I quickly made my way to my own personal bedroom. I don't know why, but his words made my body fill up with fear. But was it fear or uncertainty?

I'm not even sure what love is. I mean, obviously, my mom loved me, but I've never used that statement on anyone else. I mean, to be fair, I didn't find my voice until after I met Ezra and Apollo. But, how do I know if I love someone.

I mean, I guess I have to love both of them, especially since we all are supposed to have a mate bond.

But is it the mate bond that is controlling my feelings, or is it actual?

"Hey, Stella," Apollo walks into my room. "I was wondering if you wanted to hangout later," He says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Oh. Sure," I say with a smile.

"Thank goodness," He says with a smile. I figured maybe we could watch a movie or something. I'll meet you downstairs in the living room around 7. Don't worry, I booked the entire living room for the night," He jokes. I nod, still smiling. As soon as he walked out, I giggled like a school girl. It was cute the way he asked me out.

As I continued to think about the words that Ezra shared, I lost track of time and Apollo and my date arrived faster than I thought. When I looked at the time, I quickly slipped on some comfy pajama pants and a shirt before heading downstairs to the living room.

As soon as I arrived, I noticed he was sitting on the couch with a bucket of popcorn, a couple of root beers, and a movie ready for us on the screen. He was in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a matching long sleeve pajama shirt. I slowly made my way into the living room. When he looked up at me, his face lit up and a smile grew on his face.

"You look stunning," He says.

"Really?" I ask, pointing to my very bland outfit. "I'm just in pajamas," I say.

"You'll always look perfect in my eyes," He says. My eyes widen at his comment, but I sit down beside him nonetheless. I guess I'm not really used to compliments because I wasn't really sure how to respond to him. 

"So, what are we watching?" I ask him, looking towards the screen. 

"The Breakfast Club," He says, offering me some popcorn.

"Ooh... I love this movie," I say, enthusiastically while take a handful of popcorn and shoving it in my mouth. As the movie played, I felt Apollo scoot closer to me and wrap his arm around my shoulder. I smiled a bit while I snuggled a little closer to him. 

It's weird... No matter how far I am away from Ezra or Apollo, I always feel a pull towards them. I mean, of course, it's the mate bond. But, I also feel so safe around them both.

As the movie played, Apollo and I kept shoving popcorn into our mouths while occasionally taking a sip from our rootbeers. Despite my love for the movie we're watching, I couldn't help but let my mind wander off to Ezra's words from earlier. I love you. How can someone say something so emotional and important without seeming to be fearful? And, how could I be so rude not saying it back? I mean, I guess, I'm just not sure how to say it. And I guess I'm not sure what it really means, especially from a significant other.

"Hey, are you okay?" Apollo asks. When I looked up, it showed Judd Nelson pumping his fist in the air.

"I'm doing great," I say, smiling. 

"I'm glad. Did you enjoy the movie?" He asks.

"Well, obviously," I smile at him.

"That's great, I love this movie," He smiles back at me before looking back towards the tv, which is scrolling through the cast of the movie. "I'm glad I got to watch this movie with you, Stella," Apollo says, looking back at me. I continue looking at the tv, but I could feel him looking at me. After a small pause, his next words made my eyes widen in fear and my body begin to go into fight or flight mode for some reason. "I love you," He says, still looking at me. My next actions made his smile falter and made guilt rise into my blood and bones.

"Okay," I say, quickly standing up. "Um... I'm tired, night," I tell him before quickly heading up the stairs and to my room. As soon as I got to my room, I face planted into my pillow and mentally began to criticize myself for what I had done to both Apollo and Ezra.