Don't Tell A Soul

Ran Off In The Night (Part 1.)

 “Is there a back way out of here?” I asked sliding down into my chair and hiding my scent.

“Nope. Why do I get the feeling that you are trying to hide from your mate.” He asked. I could tell he was amused even if his face didn’t show it.

“I’m not hiding just, blending in.” I whispered. He scent got strong and then it stopped. I looked up and he was standing there with his arms crossed. Like he’s a parent and I’m the kid that got caught sneaking out.

“Well Amir nice talking to you I have to go get a tracker removed from my ass now.” I said as I stood and put some money on the table and walked out as everyone starred again and Clayton followed right behind me.

I went to get into my truck and Clayton snatched my keys out of my hand and through them to Alex.

“I’ll give you a ride home. Alex will bring your truck to your house.” He said not leaving any room for argument but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to argue.

“I can drive myself home thank you.” I said standing in my place. He continued to walk over to his truck.

“Get in the car Avery.” He said and got in and closed the door as Alex went to walk past me I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to my level.

“If you think rattling my cage is the best way to make me like you I will be glad to knock some sense into you.” I told him looking him in the eye.

“With the amount of injuries you sustained today you shouldn’t be in the bar throwing back drinks like you just won a battle. You need time to heal and rest. Not shots of whiskey and beers with a man that tried to kill you earlier. You should be thanking me.” He said. The audacity!

“Thanking you for WHAT? Bringing Clayton here? If you haven’t realized I can take care of myself. I get it you and Clayton don’t like Amir fine but I’m not gonna hate a guy who had orders from your father to bring me as close to death that his wolf could because everyone in this pack is driven off of fear for no fucking reason. Next time mind your own fucking business.” I said releasing his shirt locking eyes with him and then pulling my fist back and punching him on the other side of his face knocking him into the side of my truck. That’s gonna leave a dent. I walked off and got into Clayton’s truck and slammed the door. He just chuckled.

I knew once he turned off the main road he was going to take the extremely long way to my house which is great because that’s exactly what I wanted right now.

“Wanna talk about what happen earlier?” He asked my eyes never leaving the window.

“Nope.” I replied.

“Okay, wanna tell me about what happen the other day with Jackson?” He tried again.

“Nuh uh.” I replied in a bored tone.

“Okay, you want to try and have a conversation like two adults?” He asked. And that pissed me off.

“I’m sorry but your actions suggest that I’m a child that needs to be told when enough is enough.” I replied.

“Well I can see you’re actually really coherent.” He said

“Want me to perform a sobriety test?” I replied sarcastically.

“What I want is a mate that’s gonna actually talk to me. Who isn’t so defensive about everything.” He replied. You don’t get to insult me and then play the victim.

“Well I’m sorry you have the wrong one.” I said and sat back in my seat. That actually hurt. Like really bad. I had been through so much shit today I didn’t really want to talk to anyone I wanted to be left alone. We finally made it to my house and I got out of the car.