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(Cole’s POV)It takes some time for me to relent to alpha’s request but it makes sense to talk, as much as I don’t want to. I take a seat at the end of the table, Jessa is on my right and alpha on my left. I’ve been in a bad place all morning and I have no idea how to clear my head as I know escaping Red Fang with my life is going to be a complex undertaking. “I know this is going to scare you but it’s the only way out.” Is the first thing that registers in my head. Alpha started talking almost as soon as I sat down but his words are lost in the jungle of my thoughts and fears. He places his hand on mine causing me to wince, whine and pull away from his touch.“I’m sorry.” I whisper as it’s a mental battle to get my body to stop overreacting to every touch I receive. “You’re having a hard time focusing.” Alpha comments gently as he starts a light rub on my hand. “I’m sorry. I keep going over different options for getting back here but the only one that would work now is to strai

“Don’t fight me.” Jessa whispers as she takes my hands in hers. “It’s okay to touch me. I want you to touch me. As nervous as I am around alpha males, I want to feel your touch.” I try to pull away as she places my hands on her waist. I can’t help the whine that comes out when she holds me there. “Cole please. I know you don’t understand but you need to connect with me. It’s the only way running from your pack will work.” I freeze my fight as her words hit me hard. This isn’t a tease. She wants me just as I want her and she’s preparing me for what may be a last resort, using our bond to link once I run. I close my eyes as I will myself to stay as she removes her hands from mine. My voice shakes as I finally try to voice the fears I have with being with her. “I don’t know you well enough to think of what you would feel but I wish alpha were here.” “Why would you want him to be here?” I knew she would ask. I just wish my past was easier to understand than it is. “I don’t want to

My voice is whiny and child-like as I beg her to hear me out. I adjust my hold so it’s not restraining as I feel her relax again. “I guess the best place to start is when I was fifteen. I ended up in the hospital for six weeks shortly after my birthday because of septicemia. When I got out dad wanted to send me to school but the doctor told him no. That I was still healing and my immune system was decimated by all the medication I was on. They encouraged him to put me in virtual school but he forced the school to fail me instead. During the time I was out of school, I ran into Allison. More accurately, she ran into me. I ended up taking her to my room which is the only way she figured out who I was. We chatted for a bit and became friends. Six months later, around my birthday I got called into my dad’s office. That’s when I found out she was eighteen. He had seen us hanging out together and he assumed that we were dating as he essentially gave me permission to….” I stop and take se

Saturday, May 26thSleep was fitful at best last night, in part because of my lack of eating. I haven’t had anything since breakfast yesterday and I know it’s going to take some time to retrain my body back to the one meal a day that I manage to steal back home. My mind is swarming even worse than yesterday and I find myself wandering over to the med wing in the hopes of catching Jessa’s scent. I know she’s not physically here as the med wing only opens for emergencies on the weekends but she spends enough time here that her scent lingers for a while. I’m hoping that her scent will help clear my head considering I never did get hit with the physical pain of rejection. I guess she’s still thinking that one over. Despite my hunger, I head out of the pack house instead of the kitchen. Once I finally fell asleep I slept past my usual wake up time and it’s too close to lunch to raid the fridge for breakfast. My past experience has taught me that leftovers are usually gone within an hour o

I remain on the bed as the shock of the event connects to my brain. It takes a huge effort to fight the effects of the shock that’s trying to claim me but I ultimately win the war. I push myself up off the bed with my left arm before jogging lightly to the door. I stop just outside, using my nose as a guide I follow the scent of three men and a lady north through the tree line.It takes me twenty minutes of picking my way through the thick, overgrown trail to stumble upon yet another set of shacks. Unfortunately, I don’t believe this is where they stopped, their scents aren’t strong enough to believe that they’ve spent any time here. I continue working my way back into the woods past this second clearing hoping to find the she-wolf before they do. As I continue along the trail I find that there are fewer trees between me and the river. After another ten minutes of walking I come across another clearing, this time it appears to be the creation of an outdoor sparring ring. About 500 s