Blood Wolf

23: Defining moment

*yes I know there are ' marks on the cuss words, there are there to keep this ch from being private*

Everything smelled like mold and shít. The damp room Brody kept me in was littered with rubbish and the make shift bed – that was just a dirty mattress covered with card board- was sure to be housing some form of disease.

Once we had made it back to the small abandoned cottage just a few miles out of the pack territory, Brody carried me up to the filth ridden room, and left me. Making sure to lock the door from the outside. I noted the lack of windows right away.

It was dark and creepy but what scared me more than the fact that Brody had yet to come in the room. I’m pretty sure I was in here for over an hour. What the hell could he be doing?

Not that I was going to complain much, shít, if anything I hoped he would forget about me and let me find my own way out of here. Though I knew the chances of that were slim. He waited nineteen years for me, a few more hours wasn’t such a big deal to him.

I just had to suck it up and think of a way to get out of here. I knew if it came to a straight on fight, he would have the advantage, but that didn’t mean I would give in so easy. I just hoped that my wolf and I would be enough to stop him…and that the fúcker didn’t drug me anymore.

I was useless in my current condition. Even walking around the room to find another door or blocked window had made me sick to my stomach and woozy. I had to fight back the urge to ‘toss my cookie’s all over the –already dirtied- floor. Mainly for the fact that I really didn’t want to smell the beef tacos Ryker had made me eat the night before.

The night before.

I let those amazing images re-play in my mind, over and over, just to find a bit of comfort in the situation. Ryker had been so gentle and loving during our mating. He once promised me that he would show me the proper way for a man to love a woman, and last night….that is exactly what he did.

 He made me feel like it really was my first time and that nothing would ever compare to it –which nothing would- he was the only man in the world that could make me feel like that.

Just as I thought about it, I realized there was something I could do to get out of this mess. I could call Ryker. We were marked and mated, the link would be stronger than that of Johns and the packs.

That was another thing I was kicking myself for, not completing the bond with John. I would have had twice the chance of getting out of here. But because I was the only one to mark him, I could only hear his thoughts clearly. He would be able to feel my emotions and there was the pack link, but he wouldn’t be able to track me like he would have been able to do if I had let him mark me back.

Ok let’s self-loath later, right now we don’t have time to count your faults!

Wow…my wolf really was a bitch. My faults, not ours, oh no she had no hand in any wrong doing here. Ok, maybe she didn’t. I had only just gotten her but it wasn’t like I had a fúcking handbook for this shít. She could cut me a little slack and not add to my already steaming shít pile.

I’m sorry, but you’re letting your thoughts get away from you. Right now we need to try and talk to our mate and here you are listing off the stupid shít you did or didn’t do. We would not have this problem if you wouldn’t have waited so long for Ryker to mark and mate you! I’m not trying to put you down, but you need to understand that just because you aren’t a weakling, you still have weak spots and Brody will use that to his advantage.

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. So clearing my head and trying to muzzle her –not that it worked- I opened the link to the pack. Only then did I realize I hadn’t had my wall up. It crumbled when Brody shot me with that tranquilizer.