My Mate ~ My Tangled Tales 2

Chapter Thirty

*Copyright By NSTinsley*

This chapter is dedicated to MissPiggy88 and everyone else that stuck with me through My Maker and now My Mate......Now hurry and read theres something at the end for you guys:)

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Chapter Thirty

I was in a peaceful sleep. Everything was perfect and everything was finally getting back to the way they were supposed to be. I was back in the arms of my mate and we were back as one. The security, warmth and love I felt being held in his arms made my sleep relaxing and deep. That was until I heard crying. It was a dream I knew that much but it hurt me. Those cries for help pained me deep inside. I wondered around the forest looking for the person behind the saddening cries. My body froze when I heard him cry out my name but a name he would only call me, "help me maker." He cried out. My heart crippled in to a little ball.

"Tristan?" I called out.

No answer.

"My maker," he cried in defeat, "I need you." Tears started to fill my eyes.

I ran around the woods frantically looking and calling out for him.

And with a loud piercing cry, I shot up in bed breathing heavily. I looked over at my mate still sleeping. I shook his arm, "Ryder, Ryder."I whispered.

He groaned and peeked open an eye looking at me, "What it is?" he asked sleepily.

"Something bad happened."

He sat up and looked around and when he saw nothing he looked over at me, "Are you ok?"

I shook my head no, "Something's wrong with Tristan. Where is he?" I begged with pleading eyes.

And of course his facial expression grew pissed off, "Nothing K, just forget about him." He snapped.

"What did you do?" I accused in horror. He didn't answer but the look in his eyes sent chills down my spine, I crawled out of bed and backed away from him, "What did you do?" I asked in pain.

He got out of bed and came to me grabbing my shoulders, "I didn't do anything."

"Ryder." I said dangerously.

"I got word that he is a danger to you, so he is being taken care of."

I gasped in horror, "Taken care of?" I questioned, "Wait word from who?" He just looked at me again not wanting to answer that. I shook my head, "I swear Ryder if you say you got word from Bret I am going to kick your ass."

"No," he shook his head, "Not Bret. Charity called and said she overheard him planning to kill you."

My mouth dropped. I was speechless . . . for a moment, "You trust Charity, the girl who betrayed her pack and the girl I have been making her life hell," I slapped my forehead, "the girl that shot me with a silver damn bullet. You trust her?" I could not believe this was happening.

"Your judgment wouldn't be right because he is your made." He defended himself.

I tore myself from his grip, "I can't believe you, where is he?" I demanded.

"K"

"No, Ryder tell me now." I roared.

"No." He moved me and stood in front of the door.

I growled angrily at him, my hands shaking trying to control my wolf, "Ryder move." I sneered at him dangerously.

He stood up straighter and stood his ground. "He will die for threatening you."