I could not deny the fact that my mind was running at a mile a minute, trying to figure out what I was going to say to Samantha, and how exactly I was going to deal with what was going on. I knew that I needed to handle the situation carefully, even though I didn't feel the need to be cautious around her. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have taken her with me. But I knew that doing something like that would only make my trip to her previous pack harder than it was already going to be. For starters, she would slow me down considerably. As I approached my house, I could not help but wonder how Samantha would react to the news that I was going to be leaving. Would she be happy that I was going to be gone for a few days? Or would she feel the same ache in her chest at the prospect of being seperated from me, just as I felt for her? I hoped that it would be the latter of the two options, for I did not think that I would be able to deal well with the fact that she did not even fee
Watching Elijah leave was something that I found incredibly difficult to do, but I didn't have a choice. Even if I had stayed in bed the entire time, I would have still known that he had left, and that his goodbye was going to be for quite some time, and not merely just for a run to the border, or someplace else. There had been a part of me that had considered suggesting that I go with him, but I knew that that would cause more trouble than anything else, because it would make him more of a target than anything else. I did not know much about travelling in your wolf form, but I did know that it was risky. It was something that my father rarely did, unless he was accompanied by other wolves. Your scent became more prominent, and you became more visible to the world around you. But as much as we could be considered as apex predators, we were prey to our own kind. Elijah would be travelling with a target on his back, bright, red and precise. All that it would take, would be one highly s
Even though I was now home alone, it did not feel right for me to be sitting downstairs, to actively be moving up and down, through the house. It still felt like I was a guest here, and even though I did not have as much energy and strength as I would have liked to have. I started making my way up the staircase. I knew that I would need to go back to my room, regardless of how much I would have enjoyed being in Elijah's bed. It was something that I could not do anything about, since I did not want anyone else to come in here and see me somewhere where I was not supposed to be. It would be quite simple to have Elijah explain everything to them, but having to do that myself when he was not here, seemed like quite a daunting task. I did not think that I would be able to do it, despite the fact that I knew that Gwen would be the only person who would have any reason to come here. I just did not want to take any chances, because I knew just as well as anyone that anything could happen. I
'Gwen... I would appreciate it if you could come here now...' I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Samantha's voice echo through my head, for I had been nearly convinced that she had spoken right here next to me. But that was not the case. There had been something about the tone of her voice that warned me about the fact that there was something wrong. I didn't know how I knew, but I was willing to call it a gut feeling. I had been sitting on my sofa up until that moment, waiting for an acceptable time to start making my way there, but now I was starting to wonder if it was possible that I had taken to long. Was she shifting? 'I am on my way. Are you shifting?' I felt like I needed to know what was going on, what it was that I was going to walk into when I got there, because as much as I wanted to say that I was prepared for it, I knew that I was not. On the contrary, I was the furthest thing from fine that you could possibly be, my own heart rate spiking through the roof. I
When I walked into the house, I felt like it was safe for me to say that I was far from prepared for the stench that hit my nostrils. I did not know what it was, but I did know that it had no business being in a house. And what made me feel somewhat strange, was the fact that I knew Alpha Elijah would have been able to pick up on this smell if he had been here. Which made me question just when the stench had arrived. It was nauseating, and in all honesty, I was convinced that I would be running to the bathroom at any moment now, vomiting up anything that had been in my stomach. "Samantha?" I decided that finding out where she was, would be my first order of business. Once I knew that she was safe, and that her life was not at risk, then I would be able to make informed decisions about everything else. It would also give me some time to recover from my run here, and hopefully, it would be enough and I would feel better. Regardless of how I felt, if Samantha needed to be protected, th
I opened Samantha's closet, finding that there was no one in it - and it seemed like there was barely any clothes in it as well. It was something that I found slightly confusing, since I had been through the entirety of the house already, and there was no one anywhere. And yet, the stench was here. It was most prominent in her bedroom, and yet, there were barely any hiding places here. After all, the only place that was left, was the cabinet. Was it possible that I was missing something, that there was somethign that I hadn't thought of? If that was the case, then I was going to be in a lot more trouble than I knew us to be. It was easy to pick up on the fact that there was someone here, but finding them proved to be tricker than I would have imagined. I had been under the impression that I would open a cabinet and they would jump out at me, but it was not that simple. On the contrary, it seemed like things were far from being that simple. I was not going to be lucky enough to get ou
I must have fallen asleep sometime during the time that Gwen had left, but when I came to, I definitely was not in the bed that I had fallen asleep in. I hadn't even woken up in Elijah's bed. I woke up, tied to one of the chairs in the dining room. I had no recollection of how I had gotten there, but when I saw the rogue that we had caught underneath my bed sitting in front of us, swirling a knife in her hand, I could make some assumptions. "Nice of you to join us." I turned towards the voice that spoke, and found no one other than Gwen, tied up in the exact same way as I was. And I dared to say, she looked like she had gotten a punch or two to the face, quite recently, since the bruising had not yet healed by itself. But even as I looked at her, the color started to change from blue to yellow. I turned back to the rogue, feeling a strange heaviness in my eyes, a heaviness that did not feel entirely right. I had been sleeping the whole day, but I also knew that I hadn't felt like t
As much as I would have liked to pretend that the statement that the rogue had made, was just another statement, I knew that my true emotions were bound to be showing on my face. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone made a statement like that. To be so easily able to sum someone up, seemed like a dangerous perk to have in your favour. But then again, when you've been a rogue for goodness knows how long, you should be more than capable of judging people. "So, are you going going to make this easy for me, or are you going to make me guess? Because I already have a good idea on which one of you it is." Once again, Gwen and I turned to look at one another, both of us knowing that this was going to be a tough thing to get ourselves out of. I didn't know what to do. The obvious answer would be to mind-link someone else to come and see us, but that was something that was easier said than done. If we involved someone else in this, it meant that it would only be a matter of time until