A Wolf's Tale

11

Fair warning guys, this is a long one only for the sole purpose that I don't want to break this particular part up given that it can't overlap the next chapter which is set a few weeks after this.

"Ah, thank God, you're awake!" Keith exclaims. He smiles and pats me on the shoulder.

Pain twitches in my jawbone and throat. I look down at chains cuffed to my wrists and ankles. A shallow knife wound stamped into my heart and my shirt is slightly torn. My aching back slumped against a concrete wall.

Wait a second, how am I alive? Someone slashed my throat, how am I alive?

Keith did it. While you were out I heard him on the phone. He said that he didn't cut deep enough to kill you, it was deep enough to knock you out and damage your vocal chords.

What is going on?

Keith did this to you, Jake.

Keith wouldn't have done this, he's a good guy!

Bull. Shit. He did this to you.

"Why... why am I chained up? Why are you here?" I ask. I need to get out of here... wherever here is.

He smiles once more and unlocks the chains.

"Someone did this to you... they looked suspicious so I followed them and found you chained up." He explains as he finishes unlocking them.

I stand, gently rubbing my raw wrists. Keith backs up allowing me to walk around and stretch my aching muscles.

"Where are... where are we?" I curiously ask. I don't recognize this place.

"We don't have time to discuss this. The person might come back. Come on, let's get out of here." Keith explains.

We start walking out of the room, cautiously watching for the person who abducted me. Surely The Pack will be happy to see me. Distant whimpers echo down the hall. Keith taps on a pipe, as soon as he taps on it, the whimpers stop.

"Leaky pipe, I'm assuming." He guesses.

Leaky pipe, my ass. Shush, Keith saved us. If that's what you want to believe, go for it. I'm waiting for you to realize he did this. Just you wait.

After Keith drives me home, we get out of his Rolls Royce and walk up to the mansion.

I open the door to reveal a quiet mud room. Megan walks into the room frantically pacing and breathing heavy. Her heels knock! rapidly against the hardwood floors.

"We've been looking everywhere for you, where have you been?! What happened to your throat? Why do you have a black eye?! You look like hell!" Megan scrambles eyeing my rather ragged appearance. She eyes a fresh stab wound splattered on my chest and quickly speed walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my chest like a cobra. She carefully lets go. "Wait... have you seen Sierra? She's missing too!" She exclaims, crossing her arms across her chest. "We were supposed to go to the mall today but she hasn't been home all day! I figured she was with you but..." she raises her arm to the air and slams it back down to her side.

"I have no idea, Keith helped... Keith helped me. Sierra is missing?" I reply. My throat burns with each word that escapes.

I look back at Keith, furrowing my brows. He rubs his chin and looks up at me, raising his brow as he snaps back to reality.

"I don't know what happened, I found him in a run down building, maybe the person took her too?" Keith wonders.

Megan scoffs and rolls her eyes. Even in an emergency, Megan still acts like a bitch. She grabs ahold of my hand, firmly holding the middles of my fingers beneath her thumb. She looks up at me and smiles.