"I'm not going back"

Chapter Five 

“Get out,” he barked.

She didn’t move.  

Callister’s patience snapped. “I said, get out!”  

Eileen flinched but obeyed after the second time he shouted the words. She climbed out of the trunk on unsteady legs. She was trembling, and her arms wrapped around herself in a poor attempt to stay warm after she was out for so long.

Callister barely spared her a glance. 'Not my problem.' he told his wolf when he noticed he wanted to say something. They were in this situation because of him. 

He didn't understand why his wolf had forced them to mate with her. That was so unlike him where women were concerned so why and how was she any special?

He slammed the trunk shut and stalked the door to the driver’s seat. He didn’t care where she went. She could wander these roads until dawn for all he cared. She deserved worse.  

But just as he reached for the door, the deep rumble of engines filled the air.  

His grip on the door handle tightened.  

"Shit."

He closed his eyes to count the number by the sounds. 'Several vehicles and they were coming fast.' his wolf informed him.

He immediately told his wolf. 'Shift and Run.' 

'No.'

'No? Are you kidding me?'

'I am the son of the Alpha. I am the heir to the throne. I refuse to run like a thief.' 

There was the pride again. Callister couldn't believe his wolf. He created a mess and all he needed from him was to shift and run yet, he refused? 

What annoyed him the most was the 'mess' standing like she wasn't hearing the cars approaching.

'She's wolfless.' his wolf informed him and Calllister wondered why he must know that information.

He yanked the door open, but before he could even move, the cars skidded to a stop, boxing him in.  

A man stepped out of the lead vehicle. Callister wasn't familiar with his face or name but he had a familiar scent. However , Callister knew he was close to his father because he could smell his father's scent on him. He knew he was one of his father’s men.

Callister’s jaw clenched.  

“Future Alpha Callister.” The man’s voice was cautious. “Your father requests your presence.”  

Callister’s fingers flexed at his sides. “I’m not interested.”  

The man hesitated. His gaze flickered to Eileen.  

“And her.”  

Eileen stiffened beside him.  

A beat of silence.  

Callister exhaled through his mouth, his patience wearing thin. “Say what you mean.”  

"Your father wants you two to come home.” The man repeated with a little bow.

Callister angrily looked over at her, hoping to see a smile on her face since this was what she wanted and he saw us her body shook in fear. He wanted to yank that pretentious look from her. 

Was this not what she hoped for when she connived with his cousin? 

“I am not going back.” She finally announced but before Callister could yell at her to stop pretending, his father's man beat him to it.

“You have no say in this matter. You are a common sla..." The man swallowed, suddenly unsure. Because now… they knew. 

They knew exactly who she could be to the pack. After all, if the man who hated contact with werewolves finally was caught eloping with one after sleeping with her, who was he to call her a slave?

“Sorry.” He apologized, fearing any punishment that could follow. 

Callister eyed him as he scanned around. There was nowhere he could escape. His wolf had tuned him out. 

With or without his wolf, he would fight them for his freedom. He won't go back. But the moment the needle pierced his neck, Callister knew he had been played.

His muscles locked, and his vision swam as the sedative rushed through his veins. He barely had time to turn, or to snarl, before the world tilted and his body went weightless.

Then… darkness.