Ravanger

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GLAYDE WAS in a nasty mood, Evelyn could tell that much. He had pounded on her bedroom door early in the morning—before the sun even rose—demanding that she got ready to go see Crane in prison. She should have known then that something was off about him; he never personally came to her bedroom door and often made Ronan do it.

Yet, her mind was fixated on the fact that she had clothes of her own now, and she could finally wear something that hadn't been worn by someone else first. She had spent half an hour debating on which jeans to wear and what shirt to match it with. A part of her knew that she was probably stalling. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as a wave of anxiety went through her. Even though it was her request to see Crane it was still so surreal. In just a few hours, she would be face to face with the man who turned her life to hell.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Evelyn dropped the shirt she was holding and glared at the bathroom door. "Get away from the door Glayde," she called out in an irritated tone. She hated feeling rushed, and she still had to fix her hair. She had decided on what pants to wear, already having the dark denims on, but she was still at a loss for what shirt to wear. "Stop rushing me!"

"Then hurry up!" He hissed, his voice sounding muffled with the door separating them. "We need to be in the car and gone by the time anyone can wake up and see me taking you anywhere."

He was so paranoid, Evelyn couldn't help but to think. He was obsessed with what the townspeople would think if they found out that he was taking her to see Crane. She picked up her shirt and placed it on the counter, deciding to put it on after her hair was combed—Shifters shedded a lot and she didn't want all the hair on her new shirt.

"If you were a more assertive Alpha, this wouldn't be an issue—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Glayde had barged into the bathroom. The hinges broke apart and splintered wood flew in every direction. Evelyn, wide-eyed, stared from the completely broken door, to Glayde's angry beet red face, and then to her exposed chest and torso. Her mouth fell open as he started to walk towards her. She used her hands to slap against his own, but he easily maneuvered himself where he could grab her and toss her over his shoulder.

Blinking rapidly, she thrashed against him and slammed her fists against his back. "What do you think you're doing asshole?" she hissed, her fists throbbing with how hard his back was. "I'm not even dressed."

Glayde tightened his arm around her legs and used his free arm to grab the shirt on the counter. "I don't have time for your crap today," he said in a low tone. "Allowing you to see Crane goes against every rule I know, and I will not risk being caught because you couldn't figure out what shirt to wear."

Evelyn sighed, her hands falling limp as she stopped trying to attack him. Even though he was mocking her, he was right. She wasn't the type of girl to get caught up in fashion or material things. She was just using that as a distraction. The nerves creeping up her spine and pressing at her lungs was proof enough that she was nervous.

Glayde's strides were quick and sharp, making gusts of wind slap Evelyn's face and everything they passed a blur. When they finally emerged outside, she could hear a motor running and she wondered how on earth a car managed to come inside The Borough. When Shifters traveled, they tended to do so in their wolf form and if they needed a car, they had to travel as their wolf for hundreds of miles before they reached a road.