A/N This is a long one, hope people don't mind. :)
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"I'm sorry." I blurted out, as Jeremy finally came up, "I shouldn't have gone. At all."
Jeremy blinked at me and stared at the blood crusted hand. He took my other hand, leading me into the bathroom, and washed it as I stood there, his face full of regret. "I have to tell you something, Anne. The capture wasn't how it seemed."
"How do you mean?"
"We had decided that we'd try and lure them out and follow them by letting you go into a public area."
"Wait-" I had to think about this. Lure them out? Using me? "Like bait?"
"You and Elena as bait, yes. Nick wasn't supposed to be there, that wasn't part of the plan." He scowled somewhat.
"Did she know?"
"Yes. She helped come up with the idea."
Anger bubbled up inside me. Jeremy seemed regretful, very much so, but that didn't stop me from blurting, "What about me? Why didn't you tell me?"
"We didn't think it would go the way it would. Didn't think they'd try and grab you in public, or if they did, they'd keep the two of you together."
Something else dawned on me then. Clayton and Nick. Following us around. "Clayton and Nick weren't there to take us home, were they?"
"Nick was- he had no clue, Nick refused to hear anything that he couldn't tell you. But Clayton knew. He didn't like it, but he knew." Jeremy sighed. "We didn't think they'd seperate you two, we assumed she was in the truck with you. It went badly."
"Damn right it did! You should have told me!"
"If you knew that he was hovering around you, waiting to grab you, would you laugh? Joke? Try on clothing?"
"Of course not, I'd be waiting to claw his eyes out. But if I knew that I was to act like bait, I would have giggled, and pranced, and ate cupcakes alone on the street, even worn pink, if you wanted that vulnerable look. I would have tried to stay with Elena. I might have tried to protect Nick better..."
I had to stop then. I felt sick, sick to my stomach, and threw up. What a nice way to end my anger. Jeremy watched, lifting hair out of my way, and I had to again be stunned at how different an Alpha he was to the one who'd bitten me. How many Alphas treated wounds, washed your hand, and held your hair back while you vomited?
"We didn't tell you because we wanted it to go smoothly. But I ...should have. You showed you could handle yourself and I'm sorry."
"So now what? Where is Nick?" I cringed and tried to wash my mouth out. Ew. Was that from hitting my head?
"He's fine. The bullet is out, safely, wound cauterised, and Pav is cleaning him up. We have an address for where Elena is and you're staying here..."
"So I stay safe? I can't just let them do this to-"
"You're staying here to make sure the wedding happens and you don't get thrown out of America on the next plane."
"Can't we delay that?" I deflated. I had forgotten about that part. If anything was worse than being stuck here it was being sent to Australia. Okay. I loved Australia. I loved it, and sometimes America freaked me out a bit, seriously. Any Australian just had to watch ten minutes of American news and suddenly would be inching towards the 'buy a ticket home' website. But ... this was where my home was now. Matthew was here. Nick. This Pack which, however afraid I still was, my wolf instincts were starting to accept.
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