I was dragged out of my house before I had chance to react, my feet scratching against the floor, probably ruining my shoes I dimly thought. The man's hand was pressing harder into my face now, almost cutting off my air suply and his other arm; a thick band of muscle, was crushing my ribs as he half carried me away. I tried to open my mouth to bite the intrusive object but a sharp sting scraped my arm and I felt my mind being blocked off from the pack, and most imporatantly Blake. A fresh wave of panic consumed me and I kicked him in the shin, no response, not even a mere grunt to make me feel better.
I sighed as a warm fire spread down my body and I fell slightly slack in his arms my head lolling backwards, we got to a white plateless van; oh the irony, and he removed the hand from my face and yanked the double doors open.
The lovely sight of cables and ropes should have thrown me into a fit of panic but i barely registered it as he lifted up my feet and shoved me in, watching my limp form curl up, hugging myself with a dazed smile plastered on my sweaty face. He didnt even bother tying me up. Slamming the doors shut I whinned at the intrusive noise and huffed, staring at the shabbily painted ceiling and starting to count the rust spots that spanned it.
Moments later I heard running feet and male voices, hot male voices. Once husky tenor stood out in particular and I hummed, shifting my head with great effort to look at the doors, they opened.
'Sorry princess, no room in the front' , the van shifted as bodies piled in the front and the decoy hunter from before hauled himself into the back with me, packs of muscle shifting beneath his suit. I smiled and forced my heavy mouth to move, 'Oh i dont mind, just dont sit on the sheep- he is quite tempermental you know?' my eyebrows furrowed as blue orbs swirled around and I traced them with my eyes. His eyebrows rose significantly and his large hand darted towards me, grabbing my upper arm in a steel grip. My eyes followed his arm, to his rough hand, to my arm, where a pinprick of crimson blood was swelling under the pressure. His eyes widened and i giggled, he was pretty. His mask had come off at some point and I could now see his face; tawny eyes and high cheekbones, emasculted by rough stubble that lightly blanketed his jaw. I lifted my heavy arm up and went to touch his cheek but overestimated and my hand came down with a smack on the top of his head. He frose, his lips slightly parted and I ruffled his soft blonde brown hair, 'you're pretty for a moster' I slurred, my hand smacked back down.
I turned away from him and lay with my back flat against the cold metal beneath me, my body temperature hightened and I shifted uncomfortably. His head filled my vision as he leant over me, looking straight into my eyes and my breath stilled, I looked back silently. His hand touched my neck, and deft fingers brushed away the hair covering my shoulder and slipped the strap of my dress down, I shivered leaning into his touch and wriggling as my body temperature hightened in an entirely different way. His masculine eyebrows dented inwards and he frowned, looking at my exposed skin. My gut fell, was he dissapointed? I mean I know I dont have defined collar bones or whatever but a shoulders' a shoulder. Stupid media, giving everyone unobtainable shoulder goals. How are men supposed to know what a real shoulder looks like if the only ones they see are in maga- 'you're not marked...shit! We thought you were the luna.' His deep voice shattered my thoughts and my groggy eyes frowned at his scrunched up face.
'luuuunaaaaaaa' I chortled and a crazed smile streched my hot face, 'I am the luna silly!' his facial expression warped into berwilderment and I sniggered. 'I AM YOUR QUEEN' I pronouced, my face in mock seriousness,'BOW DOWN TO DA LUNA MA HOMIE' hysterical laughter bubbled up inisde me. He stared at me in shock. 'Guys?' he shouted, his eyes never leaving me, 'she's not marked, you sure this is her?' the background talking paused. 'What do you mean she's not marked?' a gruff voice yelled back, my hands slapped over my ears and I rolled over onto my side pressing my legs agaisnt the hunter's warm knees, 'shhhhh' I mumbled, 'you'll wake the sheep'.
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