He is without a pack,
He is without a mate,
And he is without a wolf,
He is the sanctuary of brutality, a slaughter that waits for its turn.
He is Killian, the beast built with strength, power, and chaos that yearns for a reign, not of an Alpha, but...
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I stared at the old, run down cabin in front of me as I dropped my duffel bags onto the ground with a sigh.
"You call me when you need something," Heath said firmly as he casually leaned against the truck, as if my choice to stay in a place alone didn't exactly appeal to him.
"I'll keep that in mind," I grinned at him reassuringly and picked up my bags, "You should go."
"Well, if you're so damn eager to get rid of me," Heath grumbled and turned around to open the car door.
"Thank you, Heath. I appreciate you driving me here and I hope nothing goes wrong while I'm gone."
He smiled, avoiding my gaze as he hopped inside the vehicle and started the engine, and I couldn't help but notice the slight unease hidden beneath his forced nonchalance.
He seemed more guarded than usual.
Heath was awfully quiet throughout our drive over to the cabin as well, and he refused to roll up the windows the entire time after claiming that it was suffocating for him to be 'isolated' with me.
"You made a wise choice leaving for a while, I don't think you'd be safe back there considering your circumstances," Heath said and cleared his throat before taking in a deep breath, "You're actually starting to bother me a little too."
I laughed and stepped away from his vehicle, "Well, I guess I'm perfectly fine staying here for a while then."
"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed, "Killian made me run through the East three times just to make sure you're perfectly safe to stay."
"Then I won't have any trouble sleeping at night, don't you think?" I grinned, "Now get out of here and thank him for me, will you?"
"Sure thing," Heath said.
After one last proper goodbye, I watched Heath drive off and make his leave before I proceeded my way over to the cabin.
As soon as I stepped inside my temporary home, I was greeted by the faded scents of different werewolves who have once taken refuge in the same place during their heat.
The room was furnished plainly and without much thought, with a small couch settled in front of a small fireplace, and a small bed meant to be occupied by a small person.
The interiors were rustic and the floorboards were weak and creaking beneath my weight due to its old age, and I figured that it wasn't long before it finally collapsed.
I threw my bags onto the bed and grimaced at the dust that immediately managed to suspend into the air.
Walking over to the fireplace, I crouched down and frowned after noticing that there were no woods prepared for use, and I had to go outside to collect them just for the sake of keeping myself warm.
