Devoted To You

five

 "When You Say Nothing at All" -The Hound + The Fox

adam

     Adam soaked in the tub for about an hour after his mate had left him. The television was heard, although a different show was playing that time around. Adam spent his time alone to think, to plan what he should do after he was to fully recover.

      He couldn't leave his mate, not when she was alone without any protection. Even if she did live with those men, he no longer trusted them with his mate. If Adam was, to be honest, he didn't trust anyone but himself with his Wendy darling.

      The thought of those men wouldn't leave his mind. A cloud of jealousy was still in the air, surrounding Adam like a fog, but it only simmered, no longer at a boil. Both men had left her defenseless and alone. It didn't take a genius to see that Wendy was terrified of the outside and anything to come in. 

     So, what happened to them?

      Adam unplugged the tub once he was fully pruned and the water was no longer warm. The bubbles popped and gone, Adam watched as the water drained, grabbing the towel she had left, drying himself quickly.

       The werewolf winced when he moved his shoulder a little too quickly. Although it had healed and scabbed over, the ache was still there, the muscle was still damaged and would be that way for at least a few more days. 

     That's what Adam told himself, at least.

     As he dressed, Adam thought of how long he had already stayed. He was on a job, following a rogue wolf that had come from the area, dragged Adam throughout the bordered states, and then followed the rogue back to Colorado. Adam had got close to him in Utah, almost catching him, that's where he got the consolation prize on his shoulder.

      The rogue had been trading stolen goods between rogue packs that came from pack citizens. He even stole from human towns. Adam stepped into the new boxers, jeans that fit him better than the ones he stole, and a plain gray t-shirt. His mate had also given him a thick flannel, but with the fire warming up the small cabin, Adam didn't see the need for it unless he was to go out into the snow.

     Adam walked out with the wet towel in hand. He peeked out into the hallway, looking both ways before continuing to the living room. Wendy lied on the floor on her stomach, her chin resting on her fisted hands as her knees were bent, sock-covered feet in the air, swinging about as she stared at the television.

     Adam took his time walking into the room, looking at his mate and the large dog sleeping on the floor in front of her. He looked around to see if she had done anything while he was in the bath, but all he found was her watching a cartoon and a tone of snowglobes littering the room.

      He had noticed them the night before and that morning but didn't want to gape at the obscene amount that she had owned. Where she got them, how many she had...these answers he may never receive, but all he knew was that she had an unhealthy obsession with the globes.

     When Adam took his next step, a creak in the floorboard was heard, both the dog and his mate's head snapped toward him, Adam sent them a sheepish smile. The dog didn't seem to care but the glare on his mate's chubby face made his smile fade.

     Normally, when seeing a face of pure disgust across a beautiful woman's face, let alone anyone's face, the other person would tend to keep their distance. But not Adam, he walked straight up to Wendy, bent down to grab her hand, and yanked her up off the floor.

     Adam had the smart idea that he was done with her pouts, glares, and huffing and puffing. He was tired of her shit so he decided to do the one thing that would snap her out of her silent treatment.