Chapter 31


    Chapter 31


    Winter POV


    It’s my eighteenth birthday next week, which falls neatly into my n. I doubt Damien even remembers,


    he’s not celebrated any of my birthdays before and it’s not like Johnathon’s going to know. All I have to


    do is hold on until then. Because then I can shift, I’ll finally have my wolf and that is the most important


    aspect of my n.


    I’m leaving this ce. I have no ties to my home, except for Damien and I don’t want to be a burden to


    him. In my condition, unable to talk to him, I’m not much of a sister, or someone he can talk to. I also


    know that he’s nning


    omeon


    on getting a job to look after us both and while I would do the same, who would hire


    and while I would do the same, who would hire someone who was mute? I’m not


    stupid, it was easy enough to see the expression on the doctor and Damien’s face. My vocal chords


    have been


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    damaged beyond repair, it was only going to be more painful to have hope.


    I can’t bear to go downstairs, see Damien because if I spend too much time with him in the next few


    days, then!


    might change my mind. I’m in so much agony by my decision, that my chest hurts and it feels tight,


    tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. Would I hurt my brother for doing this? Or would he be


    relieved to no longer have me, a burden, to contend with? As for Johnathon? He confused me. It’s like


    he couldn’t bear to be too far from me, or maybe


    it was guilt for rejecting me? I’d felt the mate bond sever, even if I hadn’t really made a big deal of it. So


    he should be moving on with his life, just like I want to move on from mine. I refuse to feel bad about it.


    He’ll find another mate, hell Jessica desperately wanted him and she always gets what she wants


    eventually. I’d be surprised if he refused her


    advances a second time.


    I can’t stay up here forever though, Damien’s already suspicious and so I force myself toe out of


    my room


    and go downstairs where I can hear Damien on the phone, presumably to some friend of his. I’m about


    to walk forward and let him know I’m there when I hear his conversation and realize he’s talking about


    me. But to who?


    “Yes sir, I really appreciate you taking the time to call. So you’re of the opinion that she won’t ever be


    able to talk


    again” Damien sounds frustrated but I jolt, realizing he’s talking to the doctor.


    “What am I going to do? I can’t be with her every hour of the day” Damien says exasperated and I


    flinch. He sounds so defeated, so broken as his voice cracks.


    “Surely there’s something you can do? Winter needs to be able to talk, I don’t think you understand. I


    can’t


    protect her if she can’t tell me anything or scream out.”


    Tinch closer, seeing tears flowing down my brothers cheeks. I’m absolutely heartbroken. This is what


    I’ve turned


    my brother into. His concern is touching but he’s so afraid for me. Am I that much of a weakling that he


    feels this


    way? That he needs to protect me while I’m at school?


    “No surgery will correct it” he whispers and he hangs his head. I so badly want to move forward and


    comfort


    him, but I’m frantically blinking my own tears back. I was right that I was never going to speak again


    then. Somehow


    it still hurts even though I was prepared for it. Damien hangs up the phone and rests his head against


    the wall. I wait


    a minute and then make a huge noise as I walk into the kitchen, Damien springing back and hastily


    wiping tears from


    his face.


    “Winter” he says thickly as I pretend not to notice “I was just about to organize dinner. What do you


    want to


    order?” he asks and I shrug. I don’t really care, it makes no difference to me. To his credit though he


    tries.


    “Pizza again” | shake my head adamently. I’ve never been a real fan of it.


    “Chinese?”


    Another shake of my head. Guess I care after all.


    “Indian” | nod excitedly. It’s been forever since we had Indian and I loved spicy food. He gives me a


    small smile


    and then sits at the dining table, motioning for me to sit as well, looking extremely pale and biting his


    lip.


    “Winter” he begins “I have to tell you something and it’s not good news.”


    I already know what he’s going to tell me but I don’t interrupt, waiting for him to speak and watching as


    he


    wrestles with his conscience.


    Finally he clears his throat and looks away, unable to meet my eyes.


    “The doctor called while you were still upstairs” he whispers “and I’m really sorry but he say’s there’s no


    chance


    of your vocal chords repairing themselves, they were too shredded in the attack.”


    I know this but my body slumps anyway, He reaches over and takes my hand and I let him, not used to


    this


    contact from him so often. I love him and it’s killing me that he’s feeling so wretched over it. Even when


    he beat me,


    with father, I loved him as a big brother. It might seem weak of me but i’d always hoped one day he’d


    realize I wasn’t


    Un


    responsible for mother’s death and treat me like a little sister. Now my wish hade true and I was


    nning on abandoning him. God I sucked as a person.


    “We’ll get through this” he was saying, squeezing my hand and I nod, my eyes shiny with tears. He


    sucks in a


    breath.


    “I swear we’ll look into another opinion, maybe another doctor can fix it” he suggests and I give him a


    small


    smile. Whatever made him feel better.


    No doctor is fixing this. I’m not broken I think to myself. There were plenty of people who were mute


    that led


    perfectly happy lives. I could do the same. I don’t need to be fixed. I hear my stomach growl and pat it


    as my brother


    gives a sniffle and a smile.


    “I guess I better order that Indian” heughs teasing me and my heart fills with joy to hear himughing


    again


    instead of looking so morose.


    He gets on the phone and I lean back in the chair and listen, content to look out the window. One more


    week, I


    think to myself. I could hide from Damien I think or I could spend as much time with him as I could


    before I left. Even


    though it stings I decide thetter. I want to get to know my big brother but I wouldn’t change my mind


    about


    leaving. I was doing what’s best for both of us and getting away from Johnathon’s overbearing attitude


    as well. I


    would be severing the mate bond permanently and possibly bing a rogue but it was my life and


    my choice. I


    need freedom, and I wasn’t going to get it here.