Mae's Pack
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"Thank you guys for getting us out of that shit show , " I say to a medium sized man with electric blue eyes with tribal tattoos that showed pretty well on him even though he was fairly dark skinned ; they ran up his arm and showed on his neck as well as at the base of his crew cut hair.
"No problem man . What's your name, and what were ya'll doing out after dark anyway ? "
"The names Dallas , and we broke out of The Pit and didn't have any other choice the guards are more scared of the dark than their superiors. "
"You must be pretty stupid to risk so many lives especially on a full moon the screamers are even more of a threat . "
"So I've been told , but it was well worth it . "
"how's that ? "
"Because I'm looking for my wife . It's been five years since I've seen her , " I reach in my pocket and pull out a tattered fading picture of my wife.
"That's your wife ?"
"Yeah ? What's with the question? "
"That's my Alpha . That's Mae."
"That's my wife . "
"Well she's not the same anymore . tred easy when you meet her , she's become more.. well territorial since the escape from The Pit and the kids ."
"What the fuck happened to you guys there ? Hold up what kids ?"
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.
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