The Defiant Ones

Chapter 3

I awoke to a sound of water rushing down what I supposed was a shower head. I groaned, feeling every muscle tense. A mild ache pressed my limbs to the bed. I groaned.

I blinked opened my eyes, the familiar glares of light forced my eyelids to flutter into submission. I rolled onto my other side and stared at the wooden cabinet for the longest time. I examined the masterfully carved edges yet at the same time my eyes struggled to focus.

I was lost in whatever pain I've succumbed to.

I vaguely remembered the day before. Or a few hours ago. I didn't care to figure out. There was shouting and plenty of cursing but to no avail and no escape. That bastard, he stayed trapped in the room with me but he voiced no complaint.

I must have lost consciousness from my hunger which still plagued me at the moment with sharp contractions and grumbles. I sighed and pushed my hair back from my face. I propped myself up and rubbed the sore spot on my stomach.

"So the little bird has woken up." A silky voice echoed into the bedroom.

His voice. It dug under my skin and made my stomach do all sorts of flips. I pushed my palms into my face. Get it together.

"Let me out." I croaked once I felt my confidence rise.

My hand shot to my throat where a dull pain had emerged and throbbed. I clutched my throat tight in shock.

Shit.

I quickly hopped out of bed and ran to the door. I was just a few feet away when a hand grasped my wrist and pulled me and I crashed into a hard chest. And wet. His other hand snaked across my waist and pulled me into him.

I could feel the heat of the hot shower emanating from skin and the drops of water soaking my shirt. A blush rushed to my cheeks as I fought to pull away from him.

Fucking! Inhuman! Strength!

His thumb and index finger gripped my chin and pulled it up so I was forced to make eye contact. His eyes did something to me and rendered me imbalanced between the scale of relinquishing to him or casting him off into ocean. I was shaking, but not from the cold.

Seeing my eyes also shifted something in him. The rigidness of his glare softened and his grip loosened. I wasn't the only vulnerable one. He must have forgotten I was not here to stay in that one second of weakness.

I jerked from his body with all my strength and raced to the door. This time, the door obeyed and made a sickening boom. If I were to stayed, I was positive to see a huge crater in the wall. But I wasn't going to.

I ran through the hall of doors. It must have been late. No one erupted from their room to curse at the noise. When I bolted down the winding stairs, I stopped suddenly. I lifted my head up and saw the wolves wearing stunned expressions and wide gapes. It was breakfast and wonderful aroma of pancakes and sausages floated into my nose. My stomach roared.

I shared a gape of my own although mine couldn't compare to the size of theirs. I examined each one, tracking their appearances when I heard a faint thunder of footsteps approaching. I didn't have much time.

I looked back at the ominous hallway then back at the woman I was studying. She had caught me looking over and she place her coffee mug on the white marble island slowly. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I jumped over the railing which hovered about 11 feet from the ground. I landed on my toes and rolled to break my fall. A sting of pain shot through my legs.

The air stilled as I peered up and saw all the wolves prepared in their stances, ready to catch the stray. They were all gathered near the kitchen, leaving me only one exit. The patio door. I sighed.