The Golden Wolf

Fire

Hey guys, it's a bit of a shorter chapter today, but I hope it gives a little insight into Abarron's life. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading this far!

and you will meet people

who are safer loved 

from a distance

and dangerous to love

up close

like the flames 

you loved as a child

like the fire

that taught you pain

-Nikita Gill

"Huh, that's...cool." I say, clearing my throat. "Do you know anything about this person?"

"I don't know a lot." He says, looking toward the window. "but I have an information network in the pack. People that are still loyal to me. They get me every piece of information they find about the Golden Wolf. I'm hoping I'll know as soon as the pack does who the Golden Wolf is, and I'll be able to get there before them."

Oh no. If that man reports back to the pack, Abarron's spies will know that I'm with them. I have no way of stopping this, unless I can escape before that happens. I'll have to double my efforts. Wait. My mask. The reason for my name. The gold metal wolf mask is currently hidden under the passenger seat of my car. That's something else I'll either have to get rid of or think up a reasonable excuse for possessing. Things just got a lot more complicated.

"I'm sorry." I look up at him and find him grimacing. "I guess that's a little morbid. I wouldn't kill him if I had a choice. I don't enjoy killing people, you know."

"Yeah." I mutter, unsure of what to say.

"I know you said I'm a monster earlier, but I'm really not. Being an alpha is hard, and if you don't command respect, it's taken from you."

"You're not a monster." I say quickly. "You're not. But you shouldn't control people with violence, especially people you call your family."

Abarron looks toward the window. "Pack is like family. Sometimes pack is more important to you than your real family. Mine certainly is." He turns and sits on the bed, hunching over so his elbows rest on his knees

Unsure what to do, I sit near him, keeping enough space between us to where I felt safe. "I want to tell you things, but I'm not sure if I should." He mumbles, his voice barely over a whisper.

My eyes wander up his body, his long lean form looking strangely defeated. His tired eyes glance up at me, and I quickly look to the floor.

"Who am I kidding?" he said. "I kidnapped you. You don't want to hear about my personal problems." He goes to stand but I grab his wrist quickly. His surprised eyes look down at me, and I quickly withdraw my hand, feeling another blush cause my cheeks to flush. I look down at my unpainted toes. "You can tell me if you want." I say, my voice tiny.

I feel him sit back down, too close to me, and when our hips touch, the warmth that spreads through me makes me yelp in surprise and embarrassment, and I jump away. I tuck my feet next to me near his pillows, and he gives a light chuckle. I look up at him, but his face turns somber, his eyes downcast. "I want to tell you about the night we were cast out. And I want to tell you about my father. I want to tell you everything. But I know I cant. If I overwhelm you, you wont want to stay."