Calling Wood gave me the power to love who I am, to be proud of being an Omega. To own not only my designation, but my body, mind, and soul. I’m free to do as I want, think as I please, and love what I crave.
I’ve grown into this carefree woman with no filter and a need to have fun, take life by the balls, and live it to the fullest.
While Maya might be nothing like that, our friendship still works. She’s the calm to my crazy, the thing that grounds me when the waters get too rough.
Sometimes, that scares me. To care about someone so deeply like that again, when the last time it caused a lifelong pain, is fucking terrifying.
Only my love for Maya is nothing like my love for Ally. Yes, Maya is my best friend, but she’s more of a sister, a piece of my soul. My love for her has never been the same as it was for Ally.
Ally.
The one thing that has consumed my very being.
It’s been tamed over the past few years. I’ve learned to love my life, to look forward to the future. I’ve started to dream, to plan, to move on.
But a part of me knows I’ll never truly forget about the girl who saved me when I didn’t know I was in need of saving.
“I love you, you know that?” she tells me after the silence goes on too long. I’m grateful because I was about to go down a rabbit hole I don’t want to visit right now.
Maya knows all about my past now. But even after all these years, I’ve never been able to bring myself to tell her about Ally. I don’t know why. Any time I tried to, the words would die on my tongue. Maybe because I knew Maya. She would tell me to find Ally, to go to her, to explain everything. And maybe I feared that I’d do just that.
She has her life. I have mine. Too much time has passed to open up that door to our past. One that could be the thread that unravels everything.
Plus, if Ally really felt the same way I have for all these years, wouldn’t she have come and found me?
My parents' case was all over the news. I highly doubt she wouldn’t have heard about it.
“I love you, too. So damn much. And I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.” She sniffs, moving from our embrace to wipe at her nose. “I think this is cause for celebration.”
“Now that's something I can agree to!” My eyes light up with excitement. “I say we get drunk and have girls’ night—inside, of course.” Maya wasn’t much of a club girl. Crowded places and drunk people make her anxious. And while I do enjoy going out,letting loose, and having fun, I never pressure her into coming out with me.
I love the time that we get to have fun and just be in the comfort of each other's presence. Staying in is just as fun as going out when it comes to her.
“I like that idea.” She grabs her phone. “I’m ordering in.”
“Tonight we’re getting fucked up!” I cheer, making her laugh.
“Why do I feel like at least one of us, if not both of us, is going to regret this night?”
I grin. “Because we probably are.”
She was right. Fucking hell, she was right.
“Kill me,” I beg my best friend, groaning as I roll over, burying my face into her bed. “Please.”
“You're so dramatic.” She laughs, swatting me on my ass as she crawls out of bed.
“Says the sober bitch,” I grumble into the pillow.
“You know how this works, Lu. I don’t have more than a few. I know my limit, and you don’t.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand blindly behind me.
Maya isn’t much of a drinker. When she gets drunk, she tends to worry, so we mostly stick to getting high.Why didn’t I do that? Why didn’t we just eat some edibles, then I wouldn’t be left with this gnarly hangover.
“Still, can you do a girl a solid and put me out of my misery?”
