It seemed like Matthew's decision to get the ball rolling was what Gwen needed to spring into action. She had gagged the rogue, and despite the fact that I had believed that I had done a good job in terms of hiding the pills that I had stolen from my father, Gwen found them in a matter of moments. To my complete and utter surprise, she had removed the gag and shoved one down the rogues throat, practically causing her to choke on it before gagging her again. I didn't know what had transpired between the two of them before I had managed to regain my consciousness, but if I had to take a guess, then I would say that Gwen was getting back at her for everything that she had done. And I couldn't blame her for it. On the contrary, I encouraged it. Through it all, Matthew had started to sweep up the mess on the floor, temporarily taping it closed with bin liners. It might not have been the best solution, but he had already explained to me that it would only ensure that he would be able to
I couldn't deny the fact that I was getting quite worried about Samantha. I did not think that she realised it, but the signs that she was starting to display in terms of shifting, were practically red lights. I was waiting for a siren to start blaring in warning, but I knew that that was not going to happen. Samantha was not a concern to the pack, as everyone knew that she was bound to make the responsible decision and stay somewhere where she would not cause a disturbance. Except, right now, that was the exact opposite of what she was doing. She was galavanting around in the open, and if she started shifting now, everyone would know. It would not be an ideal situation to find yourself in, especially considering the fact that I did not know how to deal with a shifting wolf. It was something that I had never done before, and if I was being honest with myself, it was something that I did not want to do either. I knew that when I met my mate and we had children, I would have to step i
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