Battle of the Roses [Book 2]

Chapter 42

SACarter, you're going to love me forever for this chapter

Chapter Quote:
"I believe the answer that will not get me in trouble with you is: the happiest day of my life."
~Ren, Nightshade
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Chapter 42

Hunter

I woke up at eleven in the morning. Mom and dad were still there but this time in different clothes. They must've left at some point to take showers and put on clean outfits. Mom was reading a book, dad was asleep. She smiled at me when she realized I was awake.

"Morning sweetie," mom greeted, putting down her book. "How are you feeling?"

"I'd feel better if I could go start apologizing to people," I replied.

"Are you going to want to start with Josilyn?"

"No. I want to talk to her last. I have a feeling that will be the longest talk of all. Mom, I had an idea but I need dad's help because I have no idea where to start." I told my mom what I needed and she beamed.

"I think it's a great idea. I want a lot of protection around you so take Shiloh and Loren with you as well. I can hold down the fort while you four are gone. Do you feel well enough to do that today though?"

I nodded. "But I want to take a shower. I need to clean the blood off of me."

"All right. You go do that and I'll wake up your dad and tell Loren and Shiloh. You go do what you need to. You don't need to worry about Josilyn being in y'all's room. She's in the garden right now reading a book. I'll have one of the girls distract her and keep her there to make sure she doesn't go to your room."

"Thank you mom."

"Of course. Now go get ready. I'll see you soon." I rolled out of bed, shuffling to my room. I managed to shower and get dressed without too much pain. Bruises and bite marks covered my body, but none of them had been so deep that they broke any bones. The bite marks didn't even hit any major arteries. It was as if Stark had simply been trying to weaken me rather than kill me. I might have actually believed he hadn't wanted to kill me except for the faint teeth marks on my neck. Sighing, I threw on a shirt, some jeans, and a jacket, all the while wondering how on earth I was going to convince my pack to trust me again. Why had the Hunters drugged me? Of everyone in the pack, they'd gone for me. Why?"

Someone knocked on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath before opening it. To my disbelief, Dom was standing there.

"Heard you were up and normal again. Figured I should come check that out for myself," Dom said. "You are normal again, right? You're not going to shred me to pieces?"

I gave him an up-down. Besides a small cut on his head and a few scratches on his arms, he looked pretty healthy. "I'm normal. The Hunters drugged me with something that made me do what I did. I'm really sorry for attacking you. I don't even remember doing it. I have a few snippets of Elsa, Spencer, and a guy in the shadows but other than that, nothing. Are you doing better?"

"Yeah, Stark and a few of your pack mates gave me blood. Healed me up nicely. Look, do you remember what the bartender looked like that filled up your drink?"

"Uh, sort of. Why?"

"Let's say the Searchers need information about how that drug got in your drink and since interrogation is a specialty of mine, I was going to go get some answers." Dom pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Which bartender served you?"