Tamer Of Wolves

~Fly Marina Fly~

I'm shocked. Escape...?

My mind has thought about it so many times before, but Ian's constant supervision had put it to rest. I'd lost all hope of ever getting out of this place. But now Forrest, our Gamma, the most loyal member of the Blood Rose Pack, is asking me if I want to escape?

I'm at a loss for words. He sighs and leads me to the spiral stairs and up to my bedroom. Lucy and Meredith await at the door and bow their heads in respect. I'm still pissed that they left me in the woods with Ian, so I only acknowledge them with a curt nod. I enter the room with Forrest and we sit on my bed.

He holds my hands in his and sighs. He looks at them with extreme longing. He then chuckles lightly and smiles his heart-warming smile I've come to know and love. "Marina, you're not safe here. I know you hate it here. Hell I would too if I was in your position," he said.

"Forrest, please-"

"No Marina, listen to me. You have to leave." He looks down at his feet. Forrest lets go of my hands and rubs his face with his hands. "Since you came here when you were 12, I've looked after you. I took care of you. I've come to look at you as my daughter," Forrest confessed. "I can't bear to see you hurt, especially by that sloppy bastard who calls himself Alpha!"

I stand up and walk over to my vanity. What is so wrong with this scar? I wonder, irritated. When I see my reflection, I'm horrified. The woman before me still has the three lashes across her cheek. I gasp and gently rub my fingers over the scars.

"They haven't healed," I murmur slightly to myself. The silver...! I suddenly remember that Ian had silver on his paws when he scratched me.

Forrest gets up and stands next to me. He looks at my reflection in the mirror, a mixture of guilt and grief in his eyes.

Quietly, I ask, "Will it ever heal?"

Forrest shuts his eyes and shakes his head. "No. It's the damn silver that's keeping it from healing," he says solemnly. He turns me towards him and places his hands on my shoulders.

A tear rolls down his cheek. No, don't you cry, too, I beg to myself. I'm on the verge of losing my composure, but if Forrest cries, the big strong hero that is like my second father, I'll lose it.

"Please. Don't put yourself through anymore of this pain. I beg of you. Leave. Escape," he begs me. He shows no signs of despair, but I've learned to look for his emotions through his eyes. And his eyes say the exact opposite of his mouth.

"Forrest, please. I'll leave, but only if you come with me," I try to reason with him. "If they find out you helped me to escape, they'll kill you and I can't let that happen."

Forrest chuckles. Another tear falls.

Keep it together, Marina.

"That's why I can't go. I can lead them off your trail. I can give you time to fly, Maria, but only you can flap your wings," Forrest tells me. And I know  that's the end of the argument.

I throw myself into his arms. I long for his hug because I'm so afraid I'll never feel it again. "Okay. I'll go. Please. Please be safe," I whisper in his ear.

He chuckles. "I've stayed alive this long. I think I can stay alive a little longer," he jokes.

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That night, I'm all packed. I have my backpack all packed and everything. All my clothes, and shoes and essentials I'll need. I hear a slight tap on my window. I open it and Forrest throws me up a rope. I tie it to my bed post and start to climb down the side of the pack house. Once I hit the ground, Forrest and I share a look for a few seconds. Oh, how I'll miss this man.