Her Mate

Chapter Forty-three

I woke up the next morning sinking into the mattress. My entire body ached in protest with even  the slightest movement. Even opening my eyelids felt like a herculean effort.

Upon doing so I found myself once again in a room I didn't recognize. The last time this happened things went about as bad as they could.  The memory kickstarted my groggy brain into remembering what happened… I had killed Jason.

I still couldn't believe it. While I suppose I did kill several others at Ashley's they were shifted, no longer human. I wasn't killing a person but dangerous animals. Jason wasn't when I smashed his head with the bar of silver. He was the guy I'd been working with. An asshole, maybe, but I never figured it would come to that.

I remembered Nancy showing up afterwards then things went dark. Leaving and ending up here was a complete blank. She must of brought me, but why here? 

Oh for fuck sakes, Crystal. Will you get your shit together? You just killed someone and you're wondering why the girl who beat the shit out of you and locked you up isn't beside you? I couldn't help it. I mean, technically she didn't beat the shit out of me, only- STOP IT!

Focusing on the doorway helped my mind get off the rollercoaster of a mate I have and process the fact that nobody else was in the room. Maybe this meant she wasn't going to throw me back into the prison, storage room, or whatever you wanna call it.

Forcing myself out of bed I quickly realized to my horror that I was completely naked. I pulled the sheet off the bed to wrap myself up afraid someone was going to come in.

Like the police? 

My brain poked up now also awake from my heart attack. This time I had no counter to myself. It was self defense but how would I ever explain it? 

You could always try. Goddess willing, you'll convince them that you believe he was a werewolf trying to kill you and they'll put you in a nuthouse where you can be raped by the fat ugly and perverted janitors while you're so drugged you can only slobber on yourself while they have their way with you.

That didn't make me feel any better. Should I run? Where? And more importantly, how? I didn't have the money. I sure didn't see me asking JoAnn or Nancy going very well.

One thing for sure was I did have to get out of here. Maybe I could get rid of the body somewhere. There was plenty of abandoned mines.

Looking around the large bedroom that was done up in grey tones and with a very masculine feel didn't make me feel any better. Where was Nancy? After she showed up I don't remember anything. 

I made my way over to a large walk in closet that was filled with clothes. Were they Nancy's? I didn't care as I grabbed some Jean's and a blouse that looked like might fit and threw them on.

Opening the door revealed my location as I recognized the narrow hallway right away even only seeing it as Nancy carried me down to her so-called storage room. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Would she do it again? 

Before I had a chance to answer myself, voices came from downstairs. I couldn't make out what was being said but I could pick up Nancy not liking it which drew me more than I wanted to admit. 

I tried walking to the stairs quietly but the hardwood floors creaked in spots that I was sure anyone hear would hear a mile away. 

 "Ms Randall…" I heard a very frustrated Male voice say as I approached the top of the stairs 

"Nacarato." Nancy's voice cut in sounding equally annoyed. My stomach turned knowing this wasn't going to end well. 

"I'm sorry?"