Kidnapped by Werewolves

Chapter 9: Betrayed

Adison's "buyers" ^
Adison's POV*
I lay in almost complete darkness, the only light coming in from the two windows on either side of my balcony doors from a beautiful half moon. I walk towards the double doors that lead to my balcony, I open them and allow the warm night air to brush up against my exposed skin. I'm wearing a short sleeve, light blue, Ivory Ella shirt and deep grey Victoria's Secret Anytime Leggings. My light pink nails tap against the metal railing that keeps me from falling 3 stories. My eyes look down to see my dark blue turtle anklet matches my light pink painted toenails. I place my chin into the palm of my hand and rest my elbow upon the railing. I release a sigh out into the dead of the night, my eyes stare at the stars until they see something brighter, a fire; it is only about 100 feet into the woods. My eyes widen a little and my head has been long removed from my hand, I'm curious, who's out there? Why? And what made them go at this time of night? I lightly run back inside and across my room, trying not to wake the others, knowing full well I probably have as soon as I had opened the balcony doors, wolves aren't light sleepers. I go into my closet, find the shoes I'm looking for, and quickly tie the laces up. I hear someone clear their throat and me being Mrs. Dramatic; I jump up with a scream! Tate meets my eyes, I look at the ground in shame, he probably heard about what had happened only a few hours ago.
"Where are you going at 1 am?"
"None of your business, I am 22, I don't need permission to leave"
"Well as a friend, I just wanted to look out for you"
"Sorry it's been a long day"
"Understandable, wanna take a walk"
"Actually, that's all I want right now, thanks"
We made our way down the steps, quietly. He continued to talk to me all the way down the stairs, it did bother me that none of the guys poked their heads out. I mean how'd they not hear him, because he was most definitely not whispering. I shook the feeling off and allowed myself to have fun, but I did follow the scent of the fire. He smelt it too, I just knew it. Maybe he was planning a date or my death, hahha, hopefully it was the first one. I watch him tilt his head sideways slightly, like he was confused by my facial expression or my sudden change in mood as my body went rigid, because I really don't know Tate that well, heck I don't know any of them, do I? We were close, the glow was up a slight incline, in a clearing. Nothing was around it, all it was; was just a simple fire. I hear a twig snap and look back, Tate was blushing. Awe he's no big bad wolf. I turn around and begin walking closer and closer to the fire. I'm so close, the warmth is radiating from it onto my body. I sit on one of the logs by the fire, Tate doesn't sit down. He stands by a tree across from me. I watch his lips mouth sorry, but before I can react I hear a shot and fall back onto the ground. I cannot move my body at all, but I can still speak. I use my lungs for something other than breathing, I begin screaming these god awful sounds. I watch Tate walk my way followed by two guys who I have never smelt, seen, or heard of. I close my eyes as Tate moves a piece of hair out of my face and leans my back up against a tree; close to where I was shot down by some tranquilizing dart. He sits on the log, three feet in front of me.
"Adison, this is simple. I needed money and they wanted you, I thought it was a fair trade, so I agreed"
A tear slides down my cold cheek and falls from my chin. I look up at him, I guess it was his turn to betray me.

Jake's POV*
I heard it, faintly, but her screams began to ring in my head, and they were getting louder by the minute. I sat up in my bed and flung the sheets off of my body, only black briefs kept me from being completely exposed. The dark jeans, a Pio Cesare botton-up in light grey, and my Mens Zerøgrand Stitchlite Wingtip Oxford sneakers are on my body in less than 2 minutes. I walked quickly to her room, pushing her slightly jarred open door, the closet light and wide open doors catch my eyes first, but before I enter; a cold blast of air hits me and my eyes widen as I see her bed is empty. Her balcony doors are wide open and continue to rattle against the wall. I race out to the balcony and allow the railing to stop me, her scent and a familiar smell of pine and fire swirl around in the air. I see a dim flickering light in the forest and I fling my body over the railing, when I land; I take off, following her scent and his. What has Tate done?

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