A/N: I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, but school was killing me. Haha. Here's the next chapter. Sorry it's not as long as eveyone expected, but I'm slowly working to the length they were. OH! AND I DID A DANCE! THANKS EVERYONE FOR 100 REVIEWS! I WAS SOOO HAPPY! Anyway, Enjoy! R&R!

Chapter Twenty- What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me

It had been a couple days. Caelie had come home, and hadn't wanted to see him. She waited until she knew was the last possible second to see him, but she knew that it had come to a close. She had to see him. She had to take that time and see that he was still alright. Charles had made a comment about him every chance that he could. Reminded her that Bran wanted to see her, had stuff to say to her, but she didn't know what to say back. What could she possibly say to that man?

There were no words to explain the emotions that flowed through her. There was no way to explain the way she wanted him to hold her, to reassure her, to remind her that she was alright. She couldn't just walk out the current situation without something to remind her why he had taken the time to punish Leah as he had. And he had.

Anna was had been very enthusiastic in her re-telling of happened to Leah. She expressed much joy in explaining that she was parol, that she wasn't allowed to leave the house unless it had to do with work, and she was not allowed to have visitors. That this would continue until Leah apologized to you, but seeing as Leah was being stubborn on this point, it wasn't going to happen any time soon. She explained that their relationship was on the rocks, that Leah had threatened to leave, that Bran was tired of the games.

Caelie didn't allow her heart to have the hope that there was a possiblity that they might get together, or that those two would leave each other, but it was a funny thought in her head. Leah's desperation leading to the one thing that she wanted.

"Caelie?" She heard Charles say through the door. She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyebrow raised. "We need to talk."

Caelie sat up in her bed, and watched as Charles came in and sat at the edge of the bed. Nothing was said for a couple minutes, as a hand laid on her knee softly.

"Do you love him?" Caelie started at the question.

"Why?" She snapped quickly, as the defenses she had built over so many years went back in to place. The look that he gave her, quickly made her regret her response. " If i did, Charles? What does it change?"

"Everything!"

"Nothing! It changes nothing! He loves her! He would do anything to protect- her!" Caelie snapped, " And I will sit on the backburner, without him, as I have since I met him!"

"Caelie-"

"Don't 'Caelie' me! I'm tired of everyone assuming that because I love him that changes something. They are mates, they are meant to be! It is a bond never broken, a love that can't be torn down! He will always care for he above all else, will listen to her above all, will trust her above all! I am not it!" Panting, Caelie looked at the wall behind him.

"I can't beat that, Charles. I can't."

Charles stared at her, "That is where you are wrong. Everything is wrong. Two songs with different intents can only sing so long before they begin to lose their melody, their harmony. But sometimes they dont want to see that. They want to ignore that.. They want everything, but what's right in front of them. And when that happens, it tears them apart. Especially when the equal melody begins to play in their face. When one of them finds who they were supposed to be with the whole time. When the other falls in love with that person that they feel they shouldn't." Charles watched as Caelie squirmed. "You can not allow this to tear you to apart any longer. The longer you fight over the insanities that come with them being together, the longer you allow her to prevent you from the path that you are supposed to be on, the harder it will be when fate finally does gets it way."

"That's just your native mysticism coming out, Charles. There is no such thing as fate." Caelie snapped, twisting her hands agitatedly in her lap.

"This has nothing to do with mysticism, it has everything to do with the fact that your wolves are calling for each other, howling in ways that is driving the rest of us crazy, and their stubborn human forms refuse to do anything about it."

"Wolve's only mate once!"

"She wasn't his mate!" Charles voice echoed through the room, leaving a distant shock on Caelie's face. "They married. They worked together. He gave her the position that a wolve's mate should hold, but they never truly mated. His wolf was interested, yes, he allowed his human to be with the woman that he thought was his heart. Reality was that she was nothing to him. She was not his life, and I cannot watch you two walk away from each other. I can't."

"Charles-"

"NO! After everything you told me, you can not be defending his actions, your inactions. You can't be deciding not to fight for him and allowing him to tear you apart." Caelie was silent, the panting boy staring right back. "At least see him. Hear what he has to say about the situation. Please."

Caelie nodded.

Caelie sat at the table, her burning hands wrapped around the coffee mug that she had just filled with tea. She still hadn't figured out why she had agreed to do this. Why she agreed to put herself through this torture that never ended. Charles sat across from her, her eyes lingering the small smile that graced his lips. It was only a week ago that those very same lips were tearing every excuse, every lie, and every defense that she had apart, leaving nothing but the broken mess that had allowed herself to hide behind the mask. She didn't want to be this way. She didn't want to feel like she had no control over anything that was happening. That's why she was an alpha, why she had never lived in a pack.

Adrenaline raced through her veins as she thought about what was getting ready to happen. It had been a little over a week since she last heard from Bran. From the reminder of what had happened, what will happen and what might happen that lingered in the back of her mind. Mistakes of the past floated through her mind, leaving her belligerent, tired, and a little more than weary.

"How are you feeling?" Charles echoed through her mind as she began to focus on the task at hand.

"Like I don't want to answer that question," She snapped, looking him in the eyes, before lowering them and apologizing. She felt his eyes on her for a moment, her eyes lowered enough that she couldn't see what he was sigh echoed through her soul. The touch brought a shock rippling down her spine. The gentle pat on the head soothed.

The knock on the door disrupted the peaceful moment, drawing them back to what the task at hand was. Charles looked at the door with a smile.

Round one was on.