"Her name is Anna, Anna Hack. She is centuries old, and very wise." David told me as we were driving down a bumpy dirt road.
"She has helped us before." David sent a loving look to Stefan who pushed out an angry breath of air.
"She is the devil herself. She will help anybody do anything, for the right price." Stefan added as he slowed down and a small hut came into view between the rocky hills. Smoke rose from a wonky chimney and the door were clearly scew and could not close properly.
I didn't respond. As time had passed in the car I felt like I had gotten more and more of my sanity back, and the fear of these two men were very much present.
The memory of Stefan throwing me firstly into a car, and after that out of the cabin were wildly playing in my mind. I could not help but feel he was not safe to be around, he seemed angry and impulsive.
David scared me too, but mostly how he had talked about his wolf and seemed to be just fine with what had happened.
The car slowly stopped and David rested me back against the seat as he exited the car. Tears were brimming my eyes in pure frustration that I could not do anything right now, I couldn't escape, I couldn't move and I couldn't even control my own emotions.
David opened the door on my side of the car as he gently cradled me in his arms. I know he saw my tears but chose not to say anything.
He slowly walked towards the hut, following Stefan who were angrily kicking the ground in front of him. He seemed to be dragging out the time.
My feet were gently swinging back and forth, and David had made sure both my arms were laying on my stomach. My head were tucked into the crook of his neck and his scent surrounded me.
Despite the effects being significantly less now, his scent still managed to make me calm down, the tears had stopped and I felt more determination take over from the fear. We will find a solution, we have to.
We had reached the hut, and Stefan were standing in front of the door looking apprehensive about knocking. David kept a firm look on him and his facial expression were changing slightly.
"Are you thinking to him?" I suddenly asked lowly. Damn this urge to ask.
David looked surprised down at me. Then he gave a small smile and nodded.
Stefan let out a shaky breath and made a little jump from foot to foot and shook his arms out. He seemed to be pumping himself up.
At last he knocked on the door and stepped back.
Loud bumping sounds could be heard and the noise from porcelain shattering erupted.
"FAN I HELVETE..." A raspy loud voice shrieked.
The door were ripped open and an angry small woman appeared. She was dressed in a dark cloak and hair spiking up in all kinds of directions. Her skin were pale and fingers long and slender. A scowl sat on her face as she looked at us.
"Vad fan vill du?" She spoke angrily in a language that somehow sounded like danish, but somehow didn't, all at the same time.
"Anna, vi har brug for hjælp. Davids mage..." Anna, we need help. David's mate...
He gestured towards me. Anna looked swiftly at me, and then back at Stefan.
"Nei, det kan inte vare..." She said as she slowly looked back at me. The words made no sense to me, but she seemed surprised. Her eyes wide and face shocked. She turned her back to us and slammed the door.
It now hung even more scew.
YOU ARE READING
AT YOUR MERCY
Werewolf"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.
