They Fell Into Bed [Editing]

XVII. A

Adam pelted through the woods, the rain melting into the dirt and washing away a majority of the scent he was so desperately searching for. Not soon enough, he located the source of the scent. Around a small bend in the trees was a rough clearing, which looked as if a bomb had been dropped onto it. Mud was caked onto every surrounding, and the trees were marred with gouges. As Adam stepped closer and took large whiffs of air, he realized that some of the mud splatters weren't mud.

They were blood stains. He ran up to a close by tree, and put his hand up to the stained bark. He could smell it - her. His mate. He knew it was her blood.

But he could also scent someone else's blood here, so he knew that there was definitely a more fair fight. He felt a surge of pride in knowing that his mate had fought back against her attacker. He scented the air again and froze when he finally recognized the unknown attacker's scent.

"Bryson?" he linked. 

"What," came the gruff reply. 

"I'm on Jason's trail."

"I'm on my way. Don't move."

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Bryson raced through the woods, intent on reaching Adam as fast as possible. He had known all along that Jason had taken his mate - why wouldn't he? He was a pissed off male that hadn't gotten a pup with a fertile, and he was also one-hundred percent crazy. Bryson growled just thinking of Jason touching Harper. He knew he had to get to her, and soon. There was no telling what Jason would to do her.

'Yes there is,' he thought to himself, 'I know exactly what he wants to do. The question is, is he crazy enough to try it when he knows I'm after him.'

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It hurt.

So much.

Everything was on fire.

Harper didn't move. She felt herself slowly regaining sense of her body, but she almost wished she hadn't. The fire was just underneath her skin, igniting every cell in her body to the point that she wanted to fall back into unconsciousness. It tingled, almost like a mate's touch, but not in a pleasant way. Besides the sensations racking her frame, her ears were ringing. Harper groaned quietly, seriously wishing for sleep to come over her.

No.

Harper's mind rolled, her wolf pushing her to get through the pain. 

We have to get out of here. 

"Well, obviously," she replied sharply, the ringing receding to a dull noise in her brain. She still felt scrambled, but at least she had some senses on her side. 

She moved her fingers minutely, breathing out a sigh when she felt the scratch of the carpeted floor below her. Her fingers moved discreetly to her side, relieved to feel all of her clothes intact, though rumpled. 

"Do you remember anything that happened recently?" Harper whispered internally, confused beyond reason when she couldn't recall most of the past couple, what - minutes? Hours? The fact that she didn't know scared her to her core.

No... That's the strange thing. Whatever Jason drugged us with put me out as well, it had to have been extremely strong, her wolf replied, equally confused. Something clicked in Harper's mind, and she forgot completely about the issue of the drugs.

"He's going to try to get me pregnant... isn't he?" she murmured, dejected. 

She got no reply.