My Mate ~ My Tangled Tales 2

Chapter Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

"I swear Bret if you do not shut her up I will." I warned dangerously. It has been twenty nine hours of straight running and miss blonde behind me hasn't stopped complaining for the last twenty five of them. The girl was getting under my skin more then usual and if I knew we weren't running from something I would have personally shut her up twenty six hours ago. I wasn't stupid. I knew Bret better than anyone and he was running. And whatever he was running from must be bad because even he, big bad Bret, never ran this long straight.

"Charity I'll send you to my grandfather if you say another word."

Charity wanting to please him and make him want her, she did what he asked but not before she mentally sneered the word bitch to me. I didn't do anything about it now. No, she will get whats coming to her for calling me that when we stop.

"Were only half a day away then we can stop for a night. But only a night." Bret told us through the mind link. I only let down my walls so he could secretly tell my what's after us,him, which ever.

"Can we eat?" Big guy asked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm starving." spider monkey chirped in. I swear. And I thought Chad was off. Spider monkey was exactly that just always energized, it was like he was always on red-bulls or some illegal drug.

Scratches was the silent one. Always standing in the back like he was Billy bad butt or something. He was the only one that got mad a girl could beat him in a fight. "K." he called out to my mind and I could tell that he was blocking the others.

"Huh?"

"I am Billy bad butt." he smirk. Rolling my eyes I shook my head, I always forget to block him out. He could read what we were thinking but only in wolf form and only if the walls were down. He was special like Bret with the memory and me with the hearing.

"So bad you get beat by a girl." I retorted. He growled lowly at that. Now I was the one smirking.

A few minutes went by why he thought about a comeback. "What is he running from?" He asked catching me off guard.

"I don't know, I'm still waiting for him to tell me."

"It must be a bad pack if it's making Bret run."

I huffed thinking these guys always gave way to much credit to Bret. But then there is a pack that knew how to fight like us, that had four, now, three mades from Bret. Could it be Bret was running from my ma-, from Ryder's pack? Was he scared of Max, Paul, Chad and . . . Ryder?

My walls were up blocking everyone from my mind as I let it wonder off to Ryder, Max and everyone else. I felt a small sting in my heart thinking about them but I didn't know why. I didn't want to go back to them, I didn't want to worry about Bret hurting one of them. This was easier and safer for them. Well, safer for them and much easier for me. It was easier to forget about everyone and everything and let myself go.

My mind kind of shut down shortly after. I just looked ahead of me and ran. A low growl brought my attention to Bret at first I was going to growl back but then I knew he was just doing that for me to bring my walls back down.

"What?"

"Were almost there. Let's get a bite to eat."

There were oh yeah from the guys and a finally from Charity. We each fed on our own terms. Not long after we followed Bret to a small small cabin hidden behind trees. The place only had two rooms. Of course Charity had to clam one with Bret.

"You three take it." I told the guys.

"But there's a extra bed." big guy pointed out showing me the sets of bunk beds.

I shook my head, "No way. I like my sleep."

They looked shocked, "So do we."

"Yeah but you guys can sleep through the snores and farts. Me on the other hand can't." I pointed at my ear as my way of explaining.

"Oh." they all said then quickly disappeared in the room closing the door behind them.

Bret and Charity were already locked away in their room. Feeling a little dirty I took a quick shower and made my bed on the couch. I was barley asleep. You know the sleep when your body just relaxed and your off to your deep sleep? Yeah that when I heard sickening noses from the room. Putting the pillow over my head just wasn't working and hearing Charity for ten minutes was my breaking point.

I flung the covers off me as if there was no tomorrow and stormed into the room walking in on . . . . Nothing?

Bret wasn't even in the room. But Charity was.

"Mmmmm."

"Your kidding me right?" I snapped taking a step towards her. She simply smiled. "Your going to mess with me . . . Now?" The smile on her face only grew. "Girl you must have a death wish."

"Oh I have a wish alright and it involves death," her smile dropped as a glare of hatred appeared, "yours." she raised her eyebrows and dropped them just as quick. But then what stunned me the most.

Was the gun she pulled out and the trigger she pull and the sound it made and the pain I felt.

"Silvers a bitch."