“Spook!” Bella shouts, looking around although she can barely see anything.
Suddenly a hand grabs her and she lets out a startled shout. “Agh!”
“It's just me, Bella. Come on, we have to get back! I have to put out the fire.” Maury tells her, pulling on her hand. He tries to drag her back with him but she fights his hold, drawing him to a standstill.
“No, Daddy, I can't. I have to get Spook!” She looks around frantically, hoping for a sight of the dog. “He is all I have left!”
“What do you mean, baby? You have me-”
“Of Mom!” Bella cries. “He is all that I have left of Mom!” Bella swipes at the tears on her face that are freezing on her cheeks as they fall.
The snow has stopped falling for the moment before it could accumulate too much on the ground. Other than a few patches of white, here and there there is no real sign that it had even been snowing. But the temperature is still falling quickly and she has no shoes on. Her feet are tingling painfully from the frozen ground beneath her.
“Bella, I-”
“We got him together, Mom and I. He was the runt of the litter and we had to take care of him. We bottle-fed him and bathed him gently with warm washcloths. He-” Bella sniffles. “He is the only thing I have to hug now. I can't be in her arms, but he can be in mine. I have to find him. You go back without me!”
“No,” Maury says, pulling her in for a hug. “I have left you alone for too much as it is. That fucking house can burn to the ground for all I care. Let's go find Spook.”
Bella and Maury talk through the trees, calling out to the dog. Bella is not sure how long they walk for but it feels like forever. Her feet are so cold and pained that each step that she takes feels as if she is stepping down on knives.
A brisk wind blows shaking what few leaves remain on the trees and seeping the cold deep into her bones. She shivers, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, which are itching and burning, from the below-freezing temperatures.
“Bella, you are freezing! You don't even have a coat or shoes on. Let's go back.” Maury says, wrapping his arms around her.
He stands a foot or so taller than her, so she nuzzles her face into his chest, feeling the warmth that immediately comes from him blocking the wind. He is wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, with wool socks. His dusty brown hair is sticking up in many different directions and his face is red from the cold. His familiar brown eyes look on her with sadness and she knows what he is about to say.
He wants her to stop looking for Spook.
“But Dad-”
“Shh..”
He quiets her, turning his head to listen to something in the distance. He takes her a moment but eventually, she hears it. The low sound of barking. “Spook!”
“Stay here, Bella. The trees are thicker and there appears to be thorn bushes. You don't have shoes on or anything to protect your skin. I will go get Spook and then come back for you.” Maury tells her, pulling away.
“But Dad-”
“Bella. Stay put.” He kisses her temple before pulling away completely. “I will be right back.”
Then he is gone, pushing his way through what appears to be a fence of trees. The trees look like they were strategically placed to keep people out and it gives off a real ominous vibe. Bella is starting to understand why there are so many scary stories about these woods. They do give off a hardcore 'keep away' feel.
Looking around, she realizes that it has been a few minutes since her Dad left and that he is not back yet. The barking has stopped and the woods are eerily silent. Shivering more now from fear, rather than the cold, she hugs her arms tight around her body.
Suddenly she hears a loud grunt that is so familiar to her that it sends a chill down her spine. “Dad!”
As she pushes through the thorn bushes and the bare branches of the trees, she hears Spook growling deep in his throat, which he only does when he feels like he is threatened. “Dad? Spook!” Bella calls out, continuing through the deepest part of the woods.
The thorns and limbs scratch her skin and rocks cut the bottoms of her feet, but she ignores the pain as she pushes on. She can see nothing through the darkness except for in the few spots that the moonbeams manage to shine through.
The clouds shift above her and she notices her father laying on the ground, with Spook nowhere in sight. “Daddy!”
Bella has no idea what happened to her father but she has to get to him. She has to see if he is okay. Bella stumbles through the last of the thorn bush but her shin hits a large rock that she did not see sticking up from the ground. “Ow! Shit!”
She stops to grab her leg out of habit, but once she has paused, she stays stopped. Some sixth sense or maybe some divine intervention of some sort keeps her from moving forward. That is when she notices the large figure looming over her father.
It looks far too large to be Spook, but it is standing on all fours like an animal. Is it a dog? Surely not. The thing is freaking huge. What kind of dog is that big? But on the of chance it is, she calls out. “Shoo! Get away from him.”
The animal moves, shifting his body. Until it is standing on to feet. What kind of animal can do that? A bear? But Bella has no idea if bears are even native to this area. “What the hell?”
Moving forward, she tries to get closer to her father when she hears a growl that stops her in her tracks. Because the growl did not come from an animal. It came from a man.
It is a man standing over her father.
“Hey! Get away from him!” Bella shouts, reaching down to pick up a stick. The figure falls back into shadow as the clouds cover the moon once more. She can barely see anything through the darkness.
“He trespassed on my land.” A deep voice snarls. “I allow no one to come on my land.” He bends down to grab her father's feet and she panics.
“We didn't mean to, I swear. Please, don't hurt him. We will leave, right now. We will get off of your land, I promise. “ Bella tells him. She is nervous and so she rambles on, since he has said nothing to stop her. Maybe she can barter with him. “We can pretend like this never happened. I mean, we saw nothing. If you have something going on here, we don't know about it. We saw nothing illegal, so we won't go to the cops or anything. If you will just let me take him home-”
“That is not how it works! Everyone in this town knows that you don't come on my land! He is going to pay!” The deep voice booms.
“No, please. Don't hurt him. It is my fault that we are out here. I came running into the woods and he chased me, trying to stop me. He was only in here because of me. Please. Let him go. It was my fault that we are on your land. I will be the one to pay for it.” She tells him bravely.
She can not let anything happen to her father. He is all that she has left in the world and she loves him more than anything. If she has the means to save him, then she will, not matter the cost to herself.
“You would do that? You would trade your life for his?”
“In a heart beat, if it meant that my father was safe. That is what I do for the one's that I love.” Bella declares. “So, if you will live him alone and let him live, I will go with you. I will give my life for his.”
“Fine. So be it.” Suddenly the large figure turns toward her and then everything around her goes dark.
Bella opens her eyes, but she can barely see through the darkness. Since the moment that she traded her life for her father's freedom, she has feared the worst. She has expected it at any moment. Death. When the large figure came towards her, she thought that was the moment when she would meet her demise. But he simply ran towards her and she fainted. When she came to moments later, she was being carried like a sack of flour over what she assumed was a shoulder. The man marched through the trees and bushes, without regard for himself or her. Her skin was covered in bloody scrapes and stinging scratc
Bella wakes up a while later to a room full of blue light. Morning is dawning and she has no idea how long she was asleep, but it does not feel like very long. Her head aches and her eyes burn. It could be because of her crying jag, which left her with a stuffy nose and a tear-streaked face. Making her way slowly to the bathroom, she takes care of nature's business. Looking at herself in the mirror, she is taken aback by how hideous she looks. Not that she is a vain person who cares about how she looks. She is not worried that she doesn't look model quality beautiful first thing in the morning. What worries her is
Bella watches Adam warily as he stands there across the room, looking at her evenly. He seems to be sizing her up and Bella gets the distinct impression that he finds her to be lacking in some way. He seems like he is considering saying something, but thinks better of it, which is why Bella is shocked when he speaks. But she is most shocked by his words. “You and Lumi seem really comfortable together. I almost thought that I had interrupted a moment between the two of you.” “Um, you did,” Bella tells him, lifting
Why am I still standing here? Adam Prince wonders as he stands inside the door watching the girl before him. Isabella Janette French. Bella. The idiot girl who gave up her life in exchange for her father's life. She is his prisoner, his captive. She belongs to Adam now. Her life is meant to be one of punishment and torment. He wanted to cause her pain and make her life a living hell for daring to trespass on his land. For defying his wishes and bothering him.
Bella refused to eat the lunch that was sent up to her for two reasons. First, she was not sure about it after the threats that Adam had made earlier. For the second reason, her stomach was still cramping from the breakfast she had eaten. Where she had not eaten for what could possibly have been days, her stomach had not handled the heavy breakfast that she had gobbled down. Adam had left just in time because mere seconds after the door had slammed in his wake, her stomach had knotted up and she had rushed to the bathroom, where she had spent most of the morning with the agonizing pains. She had a coughing spell that had left h
Bella wakes up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the partially parted curtains to fall on her face and warm her skin. She lies there for a moment just enjoying the feel of it and loving the feeling on her face. It is like the sun is caressing her face. This is her favorite time of the morning usually, when the warmth hits her. Since she has been in this room, she stays so cold. The room is nice, but the window is old and allows in just the smallest draft that freezes her. The thin old wool blanket spread across the full bed just is not enough to keep her warm. But this morning she fin
Throughout the rest of the day, Adam and Lumi bring things into the room, such as a mini-fridge full of juices and sodas, a small love seat that is a pretty shade of pink that matches her bedspread, and some other things that she has not gotten to look at yet. Bella unpacks her bags of clothes as Lumi hangs mint green curtains from the windows. Adam sits on the floor, hooking up her Xbox one to her tv. Chad had been in the room talking a mile a minute for a while but his mother kept calling for him and finally, Adam made him go. Not without grumbles though. “Okay, the curtains are up,” Lumi announces.
Adam hears her words and feels them as they pierce his heart. This girl, she can get to him like no other. He feels this draw to her like he has never felt with anyone else. Inside of him, he feels this need to please her. But he also feels this need to keep her. He is at war deep within himself. A part of him wants to let her go. Let her go home to her father and to her life. Let her travel the world and absolve the guilt that she feels over losing her mother. He wants to give her for her dreams and her freedom.
Greer sits up in bed, gasping for breath. Liam is beside her whispering, “Shh... shh.. it's okay, baby, it was just a nightmare.” Greer looks around, seeing the children safe beside her, before she looks at Liam, beside her in nothing but his boxers. Lyle isn't here and neither is Shera. It was just a dream. She is breathing heavy from fear but she is trying to calm herself down. Liam wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his warm, bare chest. Hunter is against the wall like always and Gemma is in the middle between them. Greer picks the baby up into her arms and moves her over so that she and Liam can lay down. She looked at him, “Lie with me, please.” He nods his head and adjusts himself on the bed, so that he is laying down beside of her. She lays back in his arms with her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her breath fans his chest. Gemma is beside Hunter, sleeping peacefully, so Greer turns over to face Liam. Her hand is resting on his flat stomach, her legs tangle
“What?” “You heard me. Do you want to stay here with me forever?” Liam asks her needing to know if that is something she can even imagine before he tells her everything. “I, um-” “Yes or no, baby. There is no right or wrong answer here.” Liam says. “If you want us to-” Greer knows the exact answer that she wants to give him she just does not think that she is brave enough. She has never been one that can just put herself out there. She always has to hold a little of herself back so that if she gets hurt, at least it isn't every part of her that gets damaged. She still has something to go on. But Liam is asking her for everything. If she answers him truthfully then she will be handing him her whole heart. And that terrifies her. “This is not about what I want, Greer. This is about what you want. You are the only one that gets to make decisions for you and the children. I will not try to pressure you into anything you don't want. If you don't want to stay forever, that does not
Time flies by as they sat there, playing together as, well, a family. They weren't a family though, he has to keep telling himself. He glances at his watch, “It's time for us to get ready. I'll watch the kids while you take a shower.” Greer nods and leaves the room. He looks at Hunter playing with the toys and the little boy looks back at him with a smile. Liam smiles back at the kid. The boy just needs positive male attention. Somebody with a Y chromosome to love him instead of scare him. Greer had done her best, but how could a teenager be expected to raise a child in a small bedroom, without any form of help? He looks at Hunter, then at Gemma in his lap and was, not for the first time, totally in awe of Greer. Greer was a survivor, there was no doubting that. She could handle anything life threw at her and clearly come out on top. He knows that she is scared of Lyle. She is worried about him and Shera showing up, but Brody wants her to have faith in him. Could she trust him t
Greer wakes up a few hours later when it is still very early morning. Now is the perfect time to go while the baby is still asleep. She was beginning to sleep through the night, not wanting bottles at all hours. Greer figures that the routine and stability that they found in this pack house contributed greatly to that but she pushes that thought away. Yeah, life is good here but they will just have to make a better life somewhere else, she tells herself. Greer rolls out of the bed, trying not to disturb the children. She doesn't want to wake them until they are leaving. She goes to the armoire, pulling out the bags she had carried her stuff in before. She opens it and begins stuffing clothes in it. She pulls out the stroller and props it against the bed. She stuffs all the baby's sleepers in there and Hunter's clothes as well before she grabs her warm shirts. She looks at the dresses Liam had bought; he had given them to her as a surprise a few days ago. Greer feels like crying.
They about their day and she tries her best to act normally. Tomorrow afternoon is when Belinda was due to return and Greer has made up her mind that she is leaving in the morning. Maybe with her gone, they will choose to let Belinda keep thinking that she was dead. If she has finally made her peace with it, then there is no use upsetting the apple cart now. She knows that Hunter will be so upset. He loves Liam and the house; loves what seemed like a real home and family. Yet, it isn't their home and they aren't a part of Liam's family. It will be horrible leaving, especially since she is pretty sure that she had fallen in love with Liam. But she has to go. She kept to herself as Liam's family was there. She talked and was polite, but any chance she got to excuse herself for a moment, she took it. She went to the bathroom five times while they were there, just because she needed to take a breath and to tell herself that she was not part of them. Even if they made her feel like s
It does not take them long to go through the store and get everything on Adam's list. Within twenty minutes they are finished and back in his truck. Ten minutes of shopping and ten minutes of him talking to the beautiful girl that stopped him at the door. Greer figures that she was a girlfriend before and wants to be again, judging by all the possessive 'hands off, he belongs to me' looks that the girl was giving her. Greer has questions about her but she does not ask them. She has no right to. After Liam says goodbye to the girl, they go to the truck. Greer feels good because the whole time they were talking to the obviously interested girl, Liam never left her out. He kept his hand on her back the whole time, he included her in the conversation by asking her questions about whatever subject they were discussing. But her favorite part was when he had slung his arm around her shoulders and said, “Come on, honey. We have to get back to the kids. Dad and Hunter will be driving Mom
Greer watches Liam as he cuddles Gemma close and kisses her hair. He carries her to his mom, handing her over when Bella holds out her arms. Adam comes over to inform Liam that the whole family is coming over for supper and that he needs them to run to the store in town and pick up a few things. Adam turns to Greer, “I need you to ride with him and make sure he gets everything. Don't worry about to kiddos, they are fine here. We will take good care of them. Becca should be home in a few minutes, she just went to visit some friends that she missed while we were gone but when she gets back, she will drag out all kinds of toys for him. She goes crazy over kids.” Greer smiles at the alpha, but inside she is very aprehensive about leaving the children with anyone but especially people they don't know. Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam
Greer improves substantially over the next week and a half. Liam makes her take her medicines on time and keeps a drink constantly in front of her, forcing her to drink. Eventually her werewolf healing must have been slighly activated by being in a pack and with his burgeoning alpha aura, because she is healed completely and she has more strength than she ever has before. Besides all that, her senses are sharper. Each day she can see and hear better than before. Ebony had filed the petition with the human courtsand they were suppose to hear something today. Ebony was confident in the ruling though. Greer not so much. If she wasn't granted guardianship then Shera could come and get the kids whenever she wanted. Greer knows herself well enough to know that she'd do something desperately crazy before she let Lyle and Shera get the kids. Not wanting to dwell on it, she had tried to keep her mind off the ruling for the last few days. It only worked about thirty-seven point two percent
The boy had heard the man's steps on the landing, so he invited him into the room. Liam enters the room, clearly about to say something, but just then he sees her and he just stops in the doorway where he proceeds to stare at her with his mouth ajar. Once he seems to realize that he is standing their like an imbecile with his mouth hanging open, he shakes himself, “I'm sorry. I didn't know you were, um, not dressed.” “It's quite alright. You were invited into the room,” Greer shoots Hunter a mock glare, then smiles at him as the little boy grins at her, unabashed. Liam watches the by-play between the siblings but he can not focus on the exchange. The only thing on his mind is how the sigh of her has caught his attention. Greer stands beside the shower with only a damp towel covering her. Liam watches as drops of water cut paths across her skin and he wishes that he could replace that drop of liquid with his finger tips. That the soft pads of his fingers could brush her skin in