I knew that I had only started running an hour ago, but it still felt like I had been on the run for ages, for any eternity. I knew that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but it felt like there was something drawing me back to my pack. I kept telling myself that I could ignore the feeling, but the further away I got, the less confident I became in that fact. I had a sinking suspicion that it had something to do with Samantha. After all, she was the only one who had any kind of draw towards. As much as I would’ve liked to tell myself that it was anything else, I knew that it was not. But I also knew that I couldn’t just turn around and go back for her. This was something that I had to do, regardless of how I felt while doing it.Just because I thought that Samantha was my mate, did not mean that I could just put her above my pack. There was certain things that I couldn’t couldn’t do. And for now this was one of the things that I couldn’t do. Even though I couldn’t turn around
Once the rogue was restrained, strapped into the chair which I planned to torture her, I could not keep myself from taking a moment to breathe. Everything felt like it had been happening on top of one another, leaving me with no time to process what had happened before I was forced to focus on the next thing. I hope that being you with the rogue would now give me time to calm down, and perhaps, it would also give me the opportunity to get rid of some of my frustration. I doubted that it was the ideal solution to the way that I was feeling, but it was better than nothing.“Well, I guess that the two of us are going to be spending quite a bit of time together, so I might as well take off that gag of yours.” I wanted her to feel like everything that I was doing for her, was a favour. I wanted to make sure that she knew that there was not an ounce of my being that felt sorry for her, or that wanted to be kind to her. I was doing what I had to do, not what I wanted to do. If I had a choic
When I walked into Gwen's house, I made sure that I locked the door behind me. I had been able to pick up on the fact that there had been no one else in the house since she had last been here, because her scent still covered every inch of the place. I knew, without a doubt, that if there had been someone else here, then I wouldn't have been able to pick up on her scent as clearly as I could. It would have been mixed in with the other scent, and that would have been a tell-tale sign to me as well. I did not know what I was going to do while I was here, but I also told myself that it was not going to be likely that I ended up doing things, because I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I ended up shifting. I could feel that it was going to happen soon, feel the edge that I was on. If I had any hopes of just sitting quietly and allowing the time to pass, then I was going to be in for a big surprise - or rather, a big disappointment. I wasn't going to be able to do anything
I unwrapped the cloth that I had around my hand, doing my very best to make sure that I did not touch the blood that had seeped into it when I had used it to punch the rogue in the face. It had helped me to get majority of my frustrations out, but I had to admit that it might not have helped my cause in terms of getting her to share information with me. On the contrary, it seemed like she was more than determined to keep that information from me now. The possibility stuck in the back of my mind, but even so, I knew that I would deal with it if that was the case. "This would be a lot easier - for the both of us - if you just tell me what I want to know. As much as I enjoy getting back at you, it still tires me out to do it." She looked at me with her blue eyes blazing, seeming to stand out against the redness of her skin. The fact that her eyes were not swollen shut, was a miracle in itself, especially since she had a cut on her cheek, and a busted lip. I knew that it would be no mor
Every second that passed was pure agony, liquid fire feeling like it was running through my veins. I knew, without a doubt, that I was not supposed to be feeling like this. And if I was, and this was normal, then why hadn’t anyone bothered to warn me about it? After all, what would it have cost them to tell me that I would feel like I was dying? It would have cost nothing more than a moment of their time. But there was no point in harbouring resentment towards everyone who had the chance to tell me what to expect and they hadn’t. After all, what would the point of it all be? I would just end up forgetting about it, or even worse, I would remember it, and not do anything about it. And if I had to make an assumption, I had a feeling that it was going to be the latter of the two. There was a light layer of fur covering my skin, and I had to admit that it looked horrible. I was still incapable of moving without causing myself immense pain, but I could see the back of my hand and I consi
The delta whom I had brought with me to repair the window at Alpha Elijah’s house, nearly dropped the side of the glass pane that he was carrying, and it was safe for me to say that I almost lost my shit. It is not everyday that we need to replace a window of this magnitude, and the fact that we had even had a glass of this size was a miracle in itself. I also knew for a fact that this was the only one that there was, and if something were to happen to it, then we would not be able to repair the window. “Sorry. It slipped.” I decided that I was not going to respond to the delta, believing that it would be better for both of us if I kept quiet. I did not want to say something that would make him purposely break the window, because that would defeat the object. As much as I would have liked to give him a peace of my mind, I knew that it was not worth it. It was not worth it at all. We were almost at Alpha Elijah’s house, and I had to admit that it was something that I was thankful fo
I could pick up on Celia’s scent in the air, and even though I did my best to track it, it seemed that I could not. Regardless of how many times I circled the perimeter, it did not lead anywhere, and that was something that worried me. Celia was responsible - she would never have done anything to compromise her safety. She would have gone in, gotten the girl, and that would have been the end of it. She would have been back at the base ages ago, and yet, no one had seen her. And now that I wasn’t finding her, I was starting to worry just as the rest of our family was. I had tracked her scent as far into the pack as I could, and it led me right to the Alphas house - which was exactly where she should have been. But that wasn’t what the problem was. No. On the contrary, the problem was that I knew for a fact that she was no longer in the house because her scent was not as strong as it should have been. But her scent didn’t lead away from the house in any direction either. I didn’t know
“Let’s start off with an easier question. Maybe then, you’ll be willing to answer me. What is your name?” I didn’t know whether or not the approach that I was taking now, was going to be the right one to take, but I was hoping for the best. Up until now, I had been receiving nothing more than cocky responses, and it was safe for me to say that I was not happy with it. Not even in the slightest. “Celia.” Even though her answer was rather blunt, I could not help but send a silent prayer of thanks to the moon goddess for this small mercy. I knew that it was important for me not to jump the gun, but it was something that I couldn’t help. I considered this to be a sign of hope. And even if I just kept her talking about the insignificant things, hopefully it would build up her trust in me and enable me to figure out what was going on outside of our pack borders. “Celia. That is a nice name, although you don’t look like a Celia to me.” “I get that a lot.” I had to admit that that was n