Wolfsbane

15. Chivalry ISN'T dead

I threw the last sweater into my bag and sat on my bed in a huff. Luca had spent the last week barely talking to me, prepping some house. I spent my time training, arguing and worrying. For the past week I'd been completely alone.
I didn't actually mind it that much.
However what I did mind was Luca strolling through and informing me that I had to pick up all of my stuff as we would be spending the month at his old family home.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Immediately I fell backwards due to the recoil. Great. I wasn't the strongest but this was ridiculous. I pulled myself to my feet and tried again, leaning forward. I placed he bag over my shoulder, the strap felt hard against my shoulder, right next to my mate mark.
That made me scowl. I was still upset about that, and I didn't even have the chance to yell at Luca for hit had he'd been so busy lately. I tried to contact him but he was to far out of range.Plus, I didn't really want to use our mind link. It wasn't necessary, I waned my privacy.

I threw the door open to see Luca standing right in front of me. He immediately reached for my bag, chivalry. I brushed him off quickly and grunted at him in response. He scowled, his mouth confined to a hard line.

After a few paces it was incredibly clear that my bag was far too heavy. Nevertheless I persisted. Luca stalked ahead of me, leading me through the camp. The snow crunched beneath my feet. It was freezing cold. Every once in a while Luca would shoot a look back at me, checking to see if I was following him. I guess he thought I was stupid.

We trudged through the woods. Passing by oak trees. The whole landscape was covered in white. The forest looked like a winter paradise. Whilst I was busy musing over the beauty of the woods, I failed to notice the rock right in front of me.

My whole body slipped, throwing me onto the ground. Except I hadn't fallen face first. I was stuck in an awkward position with my ankle stuck underneath my thigh. I groaned. A sharp, shooting pain bolted up my right leg.

Luca turned. He locked eyes with me. It was as if he was about to lecture me. I grit my teeth, preparing myself for an earful about how I needed to be more careful.

To my surprise he didn't yell, or laugh. He strode over, kneeling next to me. His gloved hands found their way to my ankle. He pulled down my sock.

"Move it for me" he said, his eyes focused on my ankle.

I shifted it upwards. Pain. I swore underneath my breath.

"You've sprained it" he said

I was beginning to shiver. I wasn't wearing the thickest jeans and I could feel the snow melting from my body heat. The frigid air wasn't helping either.

"Pass me your bag" he said

I obliged. Sliding it off my back. He threw it over his shoulder with ease.

Before I could tell what was going on I could feel a hand underneath my knees. The other hand travelled up my back. I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. Luca was carrying me bridal style.

I struggled against his grip.

"Hey!" I yelled "let me go! I can walk by myself!"

"No you can't" he began "you're horribly slow, even without the sprained ankle"

I let out a huff. Who did this guy think that he was?