My Personalities and I (UNDER MAJOR CHANGES)

Chapter 8

I'm sorry that it took so long and that it's so short. My life has been utter hell this year, shit has happened that i wish i could change. I thank y'all who are still with me despite my inconsistencies and i hope y'all understand.

Silent, have to stay silent. Silence equals life. Silence equals escape. Silence equals freedom.
Have to stay silent.
The thoughts repeated through my head continuously, like a broken record. Over and over, reminding myself that if i screw this up now, my life, as i know it, is over.
My escape hadn't gone as well as i planned it, though i didn't really plan it... At all... I just sort of said fuck it and ran.
I had managed to shake them and make it to a stream, rushing into the water to get rid of my scent trail i was leaving them. I followed the water for a good mile before dragging myself into a beaver dam. It was a good hiding spot, if i do say so myself. The problem is, the longer i stay here, the more pronounced my scent gets. Which sucks to be honest. I need to get out of here but i've heard the wolves nearby several times and i don't want to risk it. I'm still injured, though my transformation had healed most of it, i would be risking my life if i tried to make a run for it now.
My only chance is to stay hidden, and stay silent, as long as they don't get to close to the dam, they shouldn't smell me, but it still makes me nervous as hell.
I don't know who these freak shows are, they chased after me last night too. They knocked me out with some type of sickly sweet smelling stuff, which, honestly, pisses me off.
Who the fuck do they think they are? Kidnapping me, i don't think so.
When i get out of here and heal, i will personally make each and every one of their lives hell. Starting with that green eyed god. I don't understand how werewolves can look so attractive, they're mutts!
My internal ranting came to a halt as i heard voices coming closer and the soft pad of paws on the shore line. My breathing came to a halt when the paws started nudging the beaver dam.
A silent string of curses ran through my head as i felt the wood shifting under the weight of the beasts as they climbed on top.
I could hear the heavy breathing as they sniffed along the cracks, soft growls following soon after. Then, a soft voice made my entire body tingle in way i didn't know was possible. I nearly purred! What the hell is wrong with me!?
"Sweet heart, it's time to come out." Those sensual words that sounded mad as hell made me give a slight shiver of both fear and something else i don't want to admit to.
Maybe if i pretend to not be here, they'll leave.
I didn't move. Still holding my breath.
"I know you're in there kitten, come out come out." He softly knocked on the wood and this time, i couldn't help but let out a low growl in response.
"I must admit, this was a pretty good hiding spot for a while there, would have never thought of looking in a beaver dam, but your scent gave you away." He continued, his soothing voice making my body tense up. There was a harsh edge behind the calm tone that made me want to curl up into a ball and cower like a big chicken, but i'm way to prideful for that. So i did something i probably shouldn't have.
I launched myself out of the wooden enclosure, knocking several wolves into the water. The surprised look on that angel of mines face was priceless.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
I gave him my best smirk in my cat form and took off as soon as my feet touched the ground. Racing towards the forest edge, only to find that we were no longer in my little North Texan town, but rather in what looked like lower Tennessee.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.