Evading the wolves book 1

Just a moment

While I sat in the tub, a sigh left my lips. I slowly pull myself up to remove my underwear whimpering in pain as my body aches, and a hiss leaves my lips as my underwear slides past my injured leg.

Discarding them to the side, I did the same with my bra, whining as my arms moved uncontrollably and the bra brushed against my sensitive skin. Discarding them to the side.

I turn the water on while still standing in the tub. The water is cold and icy as it adjusts to hot. Once it's to my liking, I grab the cloth that washed me earlier and wash my skin, avoiding the fresh stitches I had just received.

Whimpering at the bruised flesh. I sat in the tub as I watched the crimson-colored water swirl down the drain. I pulled out the leaves and twigs embedded in my hair.

Once I was done I retrieved the cup from the counter that sat beside the tub, filled it with water, and attempted to wash my hair the best I could with one hand, watching the brown-tented water flow out of my hair until it ran clear.

Whining and hissing as I repeated the same process with the shampoo and conditioner. I was happy with that. I turned off the water. Watching it start to drip into nothing. I step out of the high tub with a bit of difficulty sucking on my teeth from pain.

I reached for the towel on the counter, just slightly out of reach. I try to get up and grab the towel, but when I step on my injured leg, my knee seems to just give out, and I fall to the ground.

Moments later, Westley walks in and sighs loudly, not looking at my nakedness. "Didn't I tell you to call me if you needed anything? He says to me agitated. He grabs the towel I was reaching for and drapes it over my body, turning around. Sighing deeply. Running his fingers through his hair.

I wrap the towel tightly around my body. Not wanting to expose myself to him further.

Bending down, he picked me up, carrying me into yet another unfamiliar room with a bed and two dressers. A set of clothes sat on the bed, just waiting to be put on. He set me gently on the bed, grabbing the boxers he picked. "Thank you," I say, reaching out for the clothes in his hand.

I noticed his eyes were golden once again not his normal icy blue color. "No Mate. I gave you specific instructions to call me if you needed me. You fell on the ground and very easily could have torn your stitches.

Or hurt yourself further. I had to sit in the living room and listen to you whimper while trying to clean yourself. Why?! Because my mate is too hardheaded to call her Mate and have him do his job and care for her. All the while she is in even more pain because she is stubborn.

I am going to help you. That's final". He kneeled in front of me, sliding the boxers up my legs, doing his best to avoid touching any sensitive or intimate areas. He did the same thing with the shirt he picked out, not looking down at my intimate areas avoiding gazing at my chest, and avoiding my injured arm with his touch.

He carried me yet again to the living room, setting me on the uncomfortably soft couch. He walked away for a moment retrieving his doctor's bag, and hairbrush, along with a toothbrush and toothpaste. He sat the toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter by the sink.

He was sitting beside me with the brush and his big bag.  His eyes are still golden. Showing his frustration.

"Alight, little one. I'm going to brush your hair." He says with a tight smile

As the bristles moved roughly through my hair, I could hear him breathing heavily and inhaling air through his nose. While I was looking off into the distance, my eyes darted around the beast house, making sure I knew of all possible exits. I didn't plan on staying here.