Rogues Wolf End~(McKayla Series Book 2)

Chapter 17~Innocence

McKayla
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   I awoke with bad cramping in my stomach, feeling full but still hungry. I had eaten a big meal last night and I still felt lethargic. I turned on the floor, groaning to the unmistakable hunger. The door opened to my room, the cold wind blowing on my naked body. I shivered, not from the cold but from the chills of a forgotten night. I had no memory of what happened or how I even got back into this room.

   "How is my Kayla this morning?" Sal stood at the doorway, cheery about something I wasn't to sure of. I grimaced at him calling me his. I belonged to no one and I wish he and every fucker could realize that by now.

   "Wh-" I cleared my throat trying to wake some part of me that was still restless. "What...happened last night?"

   Sal looked at me with a curious glance, as if he knew something I hadn't. From the absence of my memory, I'm sure he did. "You don't remember?" Sal asked with a slight humor in his tone.

   My heart sped from the thoughts that ran through my mind. "No games." I slid to my knees wobbly, taking a seat on the bed. "What did you do?"

   Sal laughed with such a throaty tone, it sent shivers down every part of me as my stomach turned with fear of what could have transpired. Sal shook his head walking inside the room, not too concerned with what I might do. He sat on the bed beside me as I wanted to attack him but felt too weak to even try. He brushed his hand over my cheek and I tilted my head away, grimacing. "It's not what I did," Sal said knowingly. "Its what you did."

   I shook my head. "I didn't--"

   "Do you remember last night?"

   I was about to speak but closed my mouth. The last thing I remember was Roman trying to assault me. After that, everything seemed to be so clouded. I knew my wolf had risen but I had no recollection of what happened. It had been so long since I felt like this. Confused about the night before when my wolf would take over. It had been years since I had blacked out from my wolf's control. I stared blankly to the ground begging my wolf to show me last night.

   "Would you like to see what you did?"

   I looked up at Sal, eyes widen to the idea of him using me against my pack. I struggled to take a few breaths, knowing my wolf had done something wrong. What if Sal sent me to my pack and my wolf couldn't recognize anyone, attacking them. I shuddered to the thought.

   Sal stood and I followed out of the room. I had enough energy to walk but I knew I was still pushing it. My knees buckled a few times almost giving out. I slid my hands along the walls, helping guide me along. This was the first time Sal allowed me to move about without being dragged around by his rogues.   

   We made it toward a door that was closed, separating me from whatever repercussions I was about to endure.

   Giving me a complacent grin, Sal put his hand over the door knob. He was about to speak when I heard an boisterous outcry, that sounded like a young girls voice. Sal eyes widen, his lips curling into an O shape. "She's up quite early."

   I thought of every voice that tone could belong to in my pack; young and old, not placing that tone with anyone I knew. I sighed a relief knowing my pack didn't experience for themselves the worst part of me.

   Sal opened the door and when my eyes peeled in I had to process a moment, keeping my eyes on the young girl. She was no more than seventeen. Her blond hair hovered over her face as she continued her cries. I looked baffled and confused to why he was showing me her. The girls skin soaked to her clothes as I felt the heat from her fever radiate to me. I felt momentarily compelled to go over and hold her but kept still. "Wh-what's wrong with her?"