Taken

3-Kidnapped

I felt the sparks go through my body as I body chucked the Alpha wolf off. At first, I though he was going to kill me, right then and there. Nice way to die, right? Death by mate.

But when he turned around his eyes were soft, as if he felt the sparks too. He ran off, probably to shift, but if he thought I was done fighting, he was dead wrong. I helped person after person defeat the wolves they were up against. I wasn't one for killing, I just assisted. I just couldn't do it, end someone's life. Of course, I knew they were still dying, but this pack attacked ours, not the other way around.

As I was about to jump an enemy wolf again, I felt hands grab me, holding me back. The fireworks that went off through my fur told me it was my mate. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp, but when it came to it, he was stronger. Much stronger. And that was awful.

I was one to pride myself on my strength, and now that it was failing me, I felt both sad and useless. A tad bit embarrassed too. If I couldn't get away from someone when they were in human form and I was in wolf form, was I really going to be able to lead a pack?

I was dragged into the woods where there was a van parked, and then I was shoved in the trunk, still in wolf form. My kidnapper went around the front. From the amount footsteps, I guessed there was a lot of men with my mate. I guess that I couldn't feel the other hands when my mate was holding me. Those sparks were really distracting.

As much as my wolf hates me for saying this, I'm mad at him. First, he attacks my pack. Second, he kidnaps me. Three strikes and I will be mad. Not that I'll stay long enough to find out. When this trunk opens, I'm out. My wolf is upset with me, but she understands. The pack comes before personal needs. That's rule number one for Alphas, or soon to be Alphas in my case.

Mates are important to all werewolves. It's your other half. You're supposed to be in love with them at first sight. After you meet your mate, they're all the person thinks about. Although sometimes, not all thoughts are good (i.e. me). When a person spends a lot of time with their mate, it gets hard to leave. Most mated adults don't last a year without their other half. That's why if your soulmate dies, you either die from a broken heart, or go crazy and become a rogue. Only a few werewolves make it after their mate dies.

I must have been thinking about this for a while because the van pulled over. I got ready to pounce for when the trunk door was opened. It should be soon.

"How do we know she's not going to run?" I heard a voice ask. I sensed power radiating off of him. Not Alpha, but Beta, the second in command of a pack. If the Alpha isn't there, the Beta will take over, and he or she will make all the decisions for the pack. Usually the Beta is the male, and the Beta Female is a girl for packs. My uncle was still mateless so we just had a Beta.

"She won't run, we're mates," a sexy voice said. Must be my mate. Silly guy, you should listen to your Beta more often. My dad always consults with my uncle before making decisions. The trunk door opened and before they could say "potato" I was out of there like my butt was on fire and my head was catching.

I took off through the woods, going on instinct. I had no idea where I was, or where I was going. It didn't matter though. Because before I could get far, I was tackled from behind. My mate must've shifted into wolf form because none of his pack mates would be able to take me down. My mate got off of me and his friends were all surrounding me in human form. He went behind a tree to shift. When he came back, a heavenly guy was there.

He had sandy blond hair that stuck up every which way. I got lost in his blue eyes. His body was so muscular, it was crazy. I thought about my own abs, then looked back to his six-pack. Cue a sigh. Why can't I have those muscles?

"Now, my little mate, shift." He said, his tone soft. But if he thought I would shift in front of these 20 guys, he was dead wrong. When you shift, your clothes don't exactly come with you. You're bare butt naked. I shook my head and stomped my paw, showing I was going to stand my ground.

"Shift!" He said. I realized he was trying the Alpha tone on me. I just smirked at him. Although, in my wolf form, it probably looked like a grimace. But that didn't matter, because his face showed that he got the message. Short tempered much.

''Dang it! An Alpha's daughter..." He muttered to himself. But then he smiled, probably thinking about having strong pups. I mentally rolled my eyes.

Then he smirked. His eyes glazed over and I could tell he was communicating with his men and pack. Wait- my pack. They're going to think I died! I have to get out of here. But before I could think I felt a pinch in my hind leg, and myself shifting back, against my will. I curled myself in a ball to hide my body. A shirt was thrown at me. I put it on, and it went to my knees. Advantages of being a small human and big wolf. I took a chance to run.

I broke through a hole in the defence. I bolted to the river we were by. Other than running, my greatest strength is swimming. I shot out like a bullet down the river. I just kept repeating ''Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming." over and over in my head. When all else fails, turn to Dory.

The trees were thinning, so I was by a city. Or, at least, I was getting closer to one. But I was getting tired. I just had to make it somewhere where I could call for help. The men were running beside me on the riverbank. It didn't sound like they were tiring. I wondered why they wouldn't hop into the water and get me.

I couldn't go any further. I was too tired. I stopped. I heard all the guys crash into each other to stop running. I felt a splash meaning one of them jumped in to get me. All I know is that it isn't my mate, there was no sparks. I wondered why he didn't come get me himself. I felt myself being handed off to someone else and thrown over a shoulder. I didn't care anymore. I'd escape tomorrow.

Over the shoulder of the guy, I felt my ankles and wrists being bound together with duct tape. I didn't care, I might be good at swimming, but it tires you out. Besides, I'm no Michael Phelps. I'm not secretly part mermaid, only werewolf.

I was put back in the van, still tied up. Instead of the trunk, I was put on my mate's lap. Soon I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was him playing with my hair and talking softly to his pack mates. I wanted to tell him to stop, to let me go and mind his own business, but I fell asleep too soon.

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