Running Wolf

18: relapse

So I'm shit because I have updated in 3 months. What is wrong with me?! But this is for all the votes and people who put me in there reading list so. Enjoy.

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When Katya walked through the door she heard a loud sigh of relief from the many pack members that stood at the door. As if waiting to see her walk right in. This was followed by a hand gripping her shoulder. She turned to see Oliver looking ahead. "You are so dead." He whispered.

"I know. But I got my answers. Well at least most of them."

"From who? That last prisoner?" Oliver asked, surprised.

"Yeah. This guy is after me. Wants like, my blood? And my firstborn? It's creepy. And he kept calling me a witch and telling not to stare at him. I don't know if-"

She was cut off by the silence the fell over that pack members around her. She and Oliver immediately straightened up, staring at Elijah who was at the top of the staircase.

"Everyone is dismissed. You may all go to sleep. There will be early morning training. Me and the Luna have things to discussed."

Mumbles and whispers broke out as the crowd dispersed. "Katya, come with me." Elijah whispered but Katya hears him loud and clear. She grips onto Oliver's hand fiercely, nearly pulling him along.

"I said everyone is dismissed. That includes you Oliver."

"But I want-"

"I really," Elijah takes a moment to laugh, "really couldn't give a shit what you want, Katya, come. I'm getting impatient." Oliver lets go of Katya before she does, give an apologetic look before rushing away.

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It is silence in Elijah's bedroom as she sits on top of it. She keeps switching her body about as he stands in front of the dresser, back towards her. His shirt is flimsy, which makes it easy to establish that fine contours of his shoulder blades. You could also see that thick lines of his tattoos that peek from under that material.

"Why don't you listen?" His voice was soft, as if it was an innocent question. This startles Katya a lot more than just yelling. She's used to yelling.

"I- fuck. I don't. I'm sorry Elijah. But I got some answers that-"

"That doesn't answer my question, Katya. I want to know why you disobeyed me. Why you couldn't just follow-"

"I don't need to listen to you Elijah. I can take care of myself. I've been doing that since-"

"Katya. You have to understand that I can't accept that. I, I need to know your safe. I need- my wolf and I will be a peace knowing that you are alright."

"You keeping me away from something that has to do with me isn't keeping me safe Elijah! It's keeping me naive!"

"You don't have anything to do with that!" His voice drops dangerously while Katya dares to stand up from the bed.

"Yes it-"

Elijah body trembles, and he rushes towards her, grabbing both hands in his and slamming them against the wall along with the rest of her. His eyes turn into a steel grey, some of his dreads falling in front of his face.

"Stay. Out of it!" His roars as Katya gasp, choking on her ragged breath.

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Katya turns the cooking off and covers the pasta with the lid. She checks on the bread and decides to give it three minutes when the door opens then closes.