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

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

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

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

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