What goes bump in the night

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter thirteen

 

Remy paced the room and tried to use his enhanced hearing to hear what was going on upstairs. Mara and he had been left in the room for hours now, and his mood was pushing past agitation. The door was locked from the outside, and he had debated many times to shift and just break the door down. But his wolf was still slightly sedated from the wolfsbane that was injected into him. He growled as the thought went through his mind again.

 

Mara tensed and lowered her head in sadness as he growled once again. She knew he felt powerless in the situation they were in, she couldn't blame him. Her wolf was begging her to go wrap her arms around him but he wouldn't stay in one spot for long enough. She wasn't sure what he would do. She watched him clench his hands into fists and let go, his back tense. She followed instinct then, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back.

 

Remy tensed and then relaxed into the gesture. He knew Mara only wanted to comfort him. He sighed and slid out of her arms. He turned around to face her. Her eyes were full of worry for him. Remy smiled lightly down to her. He rubbed her arms and brought her into his chest for another hug. He rested his head on top of hers. He kissed her head and rubbed her back, "I'm sorry we're in this..." he whispered.

 

Mara shrugged her shoulders, "It's my fault though...." she pulled away and looked up into his face.

 

Remy shook his head and moved them over to the bed in the room. He knew she was tired and he figured he could actually relax that way. Mara laid down and he cuddled up next to her, holding her close to his chest.

 

*****

 

Bruce stood outside the gates to the compound. He brushed his shirt off and took a step forward. Buzzing himself in, the gates opened and he continued to walk in; straight to the house of the man who he knew took over.

 

It was early morning and the people patrolling just moved aside for Bruce. Everyone knew who he was and what he was known for. No one dared to cross the man. He recognized Remy's motorcycle outside the house and bristled. Maybe his Gracey was right.

 

He knocked on the door in set of three. After the third set, the disheveled man Bruce remembered opened the door. He gasped and took a step back. "Bruce..." his voice was almost a whisper.

 

"Hello Greg..." Bruce's low baritone voice sounded. He took a step closer to the open door.

 

Greg couldn't believe how much Remy looked like his father. Other than hair and eye color, they could almost be twins. He shook his head as Bruce attempted to walk through the door. "What are you doing?" He saw Bruce tense and instantly regretted it.

 

"You have my son and his mate, don't try to play games with me Mr. Steele." Bruce growled. This man, more than anyone else in this compound, should know not to mess with Bruce Lux. He could see Greg contemplate what to do. Bruce sighed, "Let me have my son and nothing will happen to anyone."