The Pack Rebel

27. Hostage

Cleo's P.O.V.

It all happened so fast. One minute we're behind the car Jett, Serenity, and Parker are in. And the next, our car begins to lose control. It went airborne, Declan tried to grab hold of me to protect me, but he wasn't fast enough. Once the car started flipping, my head bashed against the window, before I fully went unconscious, I remember Zane, reaching into the car and grabbing me.

Someone lightly brushes their fingers across my forehead, then I become aware of the grass I lay on. Slowly, I open my eyes and see the big tree that sits outside the manor. I look where the fingers that brushed against my forehead came from and see Claire, sitting close, looking absolutely terrified. I sit up, and rub my head as it begins to hurt.

"Momma!" Claire cries, I immediately take her in my arms and hold her to me. I start looking Claire over for injuries, when I remember this is only in my head. I look at her as tears begin to fall down her face.

"Are you okay, Sweetie?" Claire being as shaken up as she is, manages to shrug her shoulders.

"What happened?" Claire asks in a tiny voice, I lightly rub the back of her head and run my fingers through her hair, to get her to calm down.

"It was the rogues, they've taken me away from your Dad and the others. I don't know what they plan on doing, but I have to get away from them." I tell her, she wraps her little arms around my neck and whines in my ear.

"It's going to be alright. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. They can't know about you, otherwise, they could harm us both." I explain, Claire whimpers and nuzzles her head closer into my neck.

"I need you to listen to me, in order for you to be kept safe, you cannot make any type of movement in the real world. You need to stay still, and I know it's a way to make you feel safe, but you cannot pull me in here, not until I figure out a way to get us back to safety. If you absolutely need to move, or kick, then do it at night, that's when Momma should be the most still." Claire tightens her grip around my neck, then she nods against my shoulder.

"Where's Daddy?" I look up to stop the tears from falling down my face as Claire sounds heartbroken asking her question.

"With any luck, he's either out looking for us, or he's gathering a team to start investigating, and see how we missed this. No one thought the rogues were going to go to such lengths to get ahold of me." I feel Claire begin to shake, I readjust her, and cradle her against my chest. Lightly I lean down, then kiss her forehead. I look up, as an uneasy feeling comes over me. Claire can sense my emotions change.

"What's wrong, Momma?" Claire asks, I look down to her and see she's staring at me.

"I'm going to have to go soon, and face whatever is waiting for us in the real world." I explain, Claire's eyes fill with more tears, she turns in my lap, then hugs herself to my stomach.

"I know you don't want me to go. But, we can't stay here. Facing whatever is out there is the only way to ensure we both make it back to your Dad and the others safely." I explain to Claire, she lightly nods, then sits up.

"When it's safe to do so, I'll come back. But, until then, this will be the last time we see each other for a while. Just know, that everything that happens from this point forward, is not only for your safety, but mine as well." I brush a few strands of hair behind Claire's ear.

"I understand, Momma." Claire straddles my lap, then hugs me around the waist. I wrap my left arm around her back, then push her head back with my right hand and kiss her forehead.

"Time to go, sweet girl. I'll see you sometime, hopefully soon. I love you." I say, as I press my forehead to hers. The gold light forms around Claire, then she disappears into it. The light floats down and into my stomach. I close my eyes and feel a mattress under me.

I slowly open my eyes and look around. An unfamiliar room sits before me. I slowly sit up, propping myself up with my right hand. Pain radiates in my stomach, and I try not to pay attention to it. As my eyes adjust to the low light in the room, I hear all too familiar footsteps stomping down the hall. The door to the room pushes open and Zane stands in the doorway, with an evil looking smirk across his face.

"Shit." I exclaim, as Zane walks into the room, and advances toward me.