Anthony's P.O.V.
I looked over at Alpha Winters, waiting for her signal. With a swish of her tail we dove down the hill towards the forest, following Blayre's faint trace.
I whimpered and pounded through the forest, my wolf desperate to find his mate, his soul, his everything.
"Stop being so sappy!" I snapped at my wolf. "NO! I AM NOT BEING SAPPY! YOU JUST DONT CARE ENOUGH ABOUT HER!" Monroe growled making me start to argue with him, forgetting my surroundings. "I do care about her you jerk." "Oh really? Then why THE FUCK WAS SHE KIDNAPPED?" He retorted harshly.
I pushed him out of my head as regret, and guilt filling me up like water in a glass. "Anthony! Snap out of it and help us find her, if you're the reason that she's kidnapped, then at least help us find her!" Alpha Winters snapped at me through our mindlink. I just huffed in agreement and pushed myself forward.
Blayre's P.O.V.
It's been a few days since Matthew had beaten me. I was slowly gaining my strength back even though he must not have known that. He's so stupid.
I was sitting in the corner of the bright room, the chains gone. He thought I had succumbed to him, but he couldnt be more wrong.
Matthew suddenly barged into the room, his eyes wild. He must be in another rage fit I mused. He glared at me before withdrawing a long knife and swinging it into my abdomen. I winced and pretended to be too weak to pull it out.
He smiled malisciously and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I grinned to myself and grasped the hilt of the knife. Tugging it out I began to get naseous and vomited beside myself.
I sat still in the corner for another 30 minutes, slowly letting my body repair itself. When I felt my body repaired, I slowly eased up the wall, leaning on it for balance. I slowly limped over to the door, hoping and praying that the door remained unlocked.
As I reached the door I grapsed the handle. Before yanking it open, I stopped and listened through the door as hard as I could. Hearing no approaching footsteps I pulled the door open slowly, keeping the door from squeaky on its rusty hinges.
I stepped out into the hallway, breathing in short shallow gasps, to not bring attention to myself.
Escape From Matthew. Escape From Matthew. Escape From Matthew.
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