Okay… I know that I'm dead and haven't updated in longer than the life expectancy of a hamster but… I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO DITCH MY LOVERS! I really don't have much of an excuse for being so… well dead basically. I just hope that you all can forgive me and that you keep reading my story. I know that it's easy to lose interest in a story if the author hasn't updated in so long but I really hope that you still have some interest in my story. I love all of my followers and I love writing and I love reading all of the wonderful reviews that you leave me. Thank you so much to anyone who reviewed the previous chapter and I pray that I actually get some on this chapter that hopefully begins to make up for my absence. R I do not own Darkest Powers!

DPOV

For the rest of the day I locked myself in my room to seethe in my anger. The only left to either go to the bathroom or eat. Other than that I remained isolated. On the rare occasions that I would venture down to the kitchen Simon would attempt to catch my eye or start up a conversation so that he could undoubtedly lead into a long winded apology that I didn't want to hear. He knew that, yet he still tried. A part of me felt guilty for ignoring him while he was trying to make amends, but it was quickly over powered by the much larger part that was still livid about the entire situation.

Eventually I began to cool down, but not enough to speak to any of them. As far as I knew, Chloe remained oblivious to it all. Dr. Fellows dressed her in pajamas so that when she awoke nothing would seem out of the ordinary. Chloe assumed that she couldn't remember the past nights events due to the similar splitting head ache she awoke with. It took nearly everything I had to keep myself from marching into her room and laying everything out on the table. She deserved to know the truth. Yet I was able to keep myself in my room by planning how I would tell her that she was my mate.

I decided to wait until everyone was asleep and sneak into her room and wake her up. This way we wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking in or ease dropping. I didn't get any farther than that in my hours of thinking though. I scraped away at my distorted memory of the previous night in a vain attempt to remember how I'd phrased my confession.

Sticking with my blunt nature and just flat out saying it didn't seem to really fit. As much as I dreaded the thought, I had to be completely open with her and show her my true emotions. I've battled werewolves, psychotic scientists, and had been shot at, but nothing terrified me more than having to make myself completely vulnerable to a five foot nothing girl that was sweeter than her scent. I knew it was ridiculous. I knew that she had expressed her love yesterday, even if she didn't remember it. But none of these facts comforted me.

What if it really was the spell and Dad was wrong? What if she gets completely disgusted and never wants to speak to me again? What if she finds the idea of me loving her so bizarre that she laughs?

By the time everyone was beginning to settle down and get ready for bed, I was getting cold feet.

Once everyone was asleep my wolf urged me to proceed with my plan. Against my better judgment, I followed his commands up until it came time to knock on the door. My hand was poised to gently tap the door frame and make her aware of my presence, but at the last moment I hesitated. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…

You're not chickening out now are you?

How can we be so sure she'll return our affections?

She's our mate, the wolf said simply.

I growled aloud, resonating from deep within my chest. "This is so stupid," I muttered. "I should just-"

The door opened to reveal a droopy eyed Chloe rubbing sleep out of her eyes and stifling a yawn. Even with bed head and bags under her eyes as she wore over sized baggy pajamas she still managed to make my heart skip. I made my face blank and dropped my fist to my side.

"Derek?" she questioned. I grunted. "What are you d-doing up this late? It's nearly two in the morning?" Her gorgeous baby blue orbs searched my face. "Are you Changing?" Her eyes clouded with worry and I felt a warmth stir in my chest. She was worried; worried about me.

Before I could speak she reached up to place her palm against my already warm forehead. A blush blazed up my face like a bon fire once I realized that her efforts had her slender body pressed against mine. I reflexively gripped her wrist and brought it down to my chest, forcing her back on the flats of her feet.

"I'm fine," I said, voice gruff. "Can we go into your room?"

Confusion flashed across her sleep filled eyes as she nodded and stepped aside so that I could enter. With a deep breath, I walked into her room, bracing myself for whatever words spewed out of my mouth.

Okay I'm sorry that this is so short but it's something right? Please review and tell me if you're all still interested in this.