Chapter 9: Chapter 8 Sloan pov

I stood outside her bathroom door trying to decide what words to use. I knew she was frightened but I was insistent on convincing her she would be safe and loved with me. I heard the water shut off and knew my time was running short. But I still didn't know what to say. I just hoped her wolf could talk some sense into her. We were mates. Destined for each other. Why would she automatically assume I would reject her? That cut so much deeper than you would think. To know my mate thought so poorly of me before even knowing me. I reached to knock on her door just as I heard a struggle and a loud thud. "What the hell?" I whisper to myself as I knock and call out for her. "Willow? Will? Sweetheart? Answer me or I'm coming in!" There was still no response so I twisted the knob slowly. Of course she had locked the door and it wouldn't be so simple. Inhaling deeply, I kicked the door in to find my beautiful mate passed out on the floor and bleeding from her forehead. Behind me I hear yelling and doors opening but their voices are muffled in my panic for Willow. I gently pushed her hair out of her face and leaned down to feel for her breathing. Relieved I finally look up into the face of her very angry father. Shit. This looked so bad.