DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Teen Wolf I wish I did though.
Derek POV:
When Kaitlin ran away from me, my world was pulled into reality. I never wanted a mate. Ever. I know she'll probablly hate me forever, but when did I start to care? I had to much on my plate for a mate. When it came to Scott, and keeping him under controll, I didn't have time for her.
I have to do one thing that will not only keep her, and I from further heartache, but keeping both of us safe. If hunters found out that an Alpha found his/her mate, they would hunt the mate down. Simple as that. I couldn't do that to myself, nor Kaitlin. I had to do the thing that will tear her to pieces. I was only doing this to keep Kaitlin safe. She needed this, and so did I. I couldn't have Scott or Stiles thinking I was weak, could I? I had to do it. I couldn't chicken out, no matter how much it would hurt in the end.
Reject her.
Yet again, when did I care?
Kaitlin POV:
Derek was moving to fast, and my fear of rejection was growing stronger. I was sprinting at a non-human speed throught the forest, trying to get to the road. There were tears streaming down my face from fear, and hurt. He would probablly hate me for this, but I had to leave for a while, at least until I could be ready to have a mate.
He was a player, from as far as I could see. I was the abnormal girl, that gets herself into trouble. What was wrong with me? I was far from anything special. I was nothing compared to that Kate Argent. Even thinking about her made me jealous. Derek probablly acted like he 'loved' me just so he could get his pack onto better terms.
He didn't love me. I felt it in the pit of my heart. That's when my heart started to ache. Derek didn't love me... I kept that in the back of my mind. He was apparently my supposed 'mate'. I have been through hell, and back. My mate was suposed to bring me out of this, but I could feel it in my heart that he didn't want me. That he didn't love me.
I kept running, and I had absoultly no idea on where I was. I just had to keep moving. I had to get away from Derek, and all the heartbreak. I was feeling rejected, like all my family has done to me before. I was a broken and beaten soul of a girl. I was pathetic. My 'father' or I like to call him, the royal ass-whipe, had beaten me from the time I was ten, and up. I couldn't do it anymore.
The pain in my chest got worse, and soon I couldn't breathe. I felt all my will power slip as an arrow entered my back, and my wolf took over. The last thing I saw, before darkness took over my vision, was a girl, around seventeen, holding a bow.
Hunters.
A/N: Sorry it is short! I promise an update within a week!