Running Wolf

17: answers

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"The last time I checked, you weren't mauled by a wolf and you weren't being targeted. Am I right or right? I'm right." Katya crossed her arms over her chest and smirk triumphantly when she finished her sentence as Elijah looked down at the many papers on his desk. Elijah looked up and pushed up his glasses (which Katya found extremely sexy) and held a smile of his own.

"You're right. But you're still not going."

Katya stomped her foot. She couldn't understand why she wasn't allowed to the interrogation with the intruders if they were coming after her in the first place.

"Really, Elijah? If we're suppose to be some...team or couple or whatever you can't keep things from me!" She nearly bit her tongue right after and wished the ground could swallow her whole when he threw her a look.

He began to stand, eyes never falling from her as they turned a dull grey. They were sharp and ruthless. He stood in front of his desk, leaning with his arms crossed. Her eyes fell down, which didn't help because of how much muscle he had ready to bust out of his shirt, the lining of his chest pushing through the material.

"Listen her, fille. You will not preach about keeping secrets to me because you didn't come to a quiet place like this for alone time. A girl like you doesn't move in a home by herself just for fun. You have you secrets too and I haven't pushed. You are just a human that doesn't know anything about this way of life and you sure don't need to know about the interrogations either."

"But-"

"I'm leaving. Stay inside." He advances towards her, wanting to grip her face but she takes a step back, staring at him like 'motherfucker, I dare you touch me.'

He sighs, closes the door, behinds him.

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"He's an idiot if he thinks I'm going stay put. You'd think he'd know me by now." She hissed to herself as she treads through the snow. It's about ten o'clock she's been watching for where all the guards have been coming out of. It seems like Elijah got the word out that no one should tell Katya were the fucking dungeons or whatever they have is because no one would even listen to her. No even after slamming her fist and making a crack down the table. They must have some creepy as eye-communication or some shit.

However, she notice the smallest house that was more like a hut, and how both Tyler, Kai and some other man came out of it multiple times. She took her chance with it.

As she neared the door she could hear rustling on the other side, make her freeze.

"That last one isn't saying shit." A voice, Tyler hissed. The rustling gets closer and Katya looked around. There was a ladder, with a small platform of the roof beside it. The roof was too high for her to climb on without making any noise so she hung onto the ladder, only half of her body landing on the platform when the door opened.

"Without any meat or any of his pack mates to connect with, he'll break, ah, two days tops. Chill, babe. It'll be alright." Came Oliver's voice as they stood in front of the door. Move already, Katya thought as her leg began to cramp. "You and the boys don't need to worry about Katya. She's pretty badass and can take care of herself."

"I know but its... 7:58 and we all know Elijah don't..." Their voice began to fade out as they walk farther was from Katya. She doesn't drop from the platform until she can't see their shadows.

She pulls the door with force, seeing that it looks much heavier then most and nearly goes tumbling into the snow. "What the- fuck."

She didn't know the lock considering it she was in the dark. Of course they'd have a lock for a prison room. She looks down at her nails. She doesn't usually keep them this long but now it seems to work in her favor.