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Troy?”
That was a good question.
“ Fuck Troy!” Kristen hissed angrily. “He’s a traitorous ass and I’m going to fucking kill him.” I could hear her teeth grinding as she growled, fists clenched.
“What?” Jen moved closer to Kris. “What happened?”
“He sold you guys out,” Kris growled. “The minute he left us by our cars the other morning, while you were passed out. He was telling them exactly where we all were. He even left them the extra room keys so they could be waiting for us when we got back from the club.”
White hot anger flared within me, no wonder they had found us so easily! I wanted to charge off right then and hunt him down to end his miserable life.
Kristen must have known my thoughts because she stopped ahead of us and turned to face me. “He’s mine,” she spat out between clenched teeth. I nodded slowly.
It wasn’t like I could actually leave, anyway.
The scents and sounds of our escort surrounding us were brought to me no matter where the wind blew from. There were at least two packs worth of guards out here. Representatives from each of the clans seemed to be present as well; deer, fox, and moose.
This matter wouldn’t be left to be handled internally by just wolves.
Our hike continued quietly for a time, the scent of sadness coming from Jen while an unrestrained anger flowed off of Kris. Surprisingly, my own anger had died down quickly. It was difficult to focus on staying angry when you faced your own approaching death.
It brought an odd sense of serenity.
“How long will we be hiking?” Jen asked some time later. The pace we were moving at was blessedly slow. Ian taking pity on the human perhaps, as unlikely as that would be.
“It depends on whether we are to arrive tonight or in the morning,” I answered simply. We would arrive when we were required to.
Morning passed into afternoon with little of note occurring and few conversations. We were all lost in our own thoughts as we progressed further into the hills.
The highlights of my day were the simple moments I spent assisting Jen. Holding her hand as she crossed wet rocks over a stream, pulling her up a steep incline or onto a boulder, holding her waist as we crossed a fallen log over a short drop.
I relished every second we were in contact.
An unfortunate side effect was that as the day wore on Kris became more sullen and withdrawn.
It was late afternoon when I confronted her while Jen drank from a stream nearby. When I had asked why Troy would do this the answer shocked me.
They had never bonded.
“Why the hell are you smiling, Liam?” she asked, hurt that I could smile at her loss and the instrument of my capture.
“I succeeded,” I replied as I continued to smile down at her, a huge weight removed from my shoulders.
“What?” Kristen was confused. “What do you mean?”
“I came down to prevent you bonding Troy and, whether or not I have any credit for it, you didn’t.” Seeing her anger rising I walked to her and hugged her tightly. “You’re safe. You won’t be exiled.”
“Fat lot of good that does you.” She smiled sadly up at me.
“It does me worlds of good, sister.” I smiled again, genuinely happy. “I know you will be all right.”
She sighed and shook her head before giving me another squeeze. “Your definition of all right is much different than mine, but I’ll do my best.”
I nodded, it was all I could ask for.
An hour or so before sunset I began to plan how best to get Jen through the trails in the dark. Carrying her again was likely the best option.
It was a relief, however, when the familiar grey and white wolf came into view as we rounded a bend in the trail. He was resting on his haunches and waiting for us to close the distance. As we approached he stood up and trotted off of the trail.
Jen groaned softly as we turned to follow, the smell of exhaustion had been radiating from her for hours. It had become difficult for her to lift her feet very high
That was a good question.
“ Fuck Troy!” Kristen hissed angrily. “He’s a traitorous ass and I’m going to fucking kill him.” I could hear her teeth grinding as she growled, fists clenched.
“What?” Jen moved closer to Kris. “What happened?”
“He sold you guys out,” Kris growled. “The minute he left us by our cars the other morning, while you were passed out. He was telling them exactly where we all were. He even left them the extra room keys so they could be waiting for us when we got back from the club.”
White hot anger flared within me, no wonder they had found us so easily! I wanted to charge off right then and hunt him down to end his miserable life.
Kristen must have known my thoughts because she stopped ahead of us and turned to face me. “He’s mine,” she spat out between clenched teeth. I nodded slowly.
It wasn’t like I could actually leave, anyway.
The scents and sounds of our escort surrounding us were brought to me no matter where the wind blew from. There were at least two packs worth of guards out here. Representatives from each of the clans seemed to be present as well; deer, fox, and moose.
This matter wouldn’t be left to be handled internally by just wolves.
Our hike continued quietly for a time, the scent of sadness coming from Jen while an unrestrained anger flowed off of Kris. Surprisingly, my own anger had died down quickly. It was difficult to focus on staying angry when you faced your own approaching death.
It brought an odd sense of serenity.
“How long will we be hiking?” Jen asked some time later. The pace we were moving at was blessedly slow. Ian taking pity on the human perhaps, as unlikely as that would be.
“It depends on whether we are to arrive tonight or in the morning,” I answered simply. We would arrive when we were required to.
Morning passed into afternoon with little of note occurring and few conversations. We were all lost in our own thoughts as we progressed further into the hills.
The highlights of my day were the simple moments I spent assisting Jen. Holding her hand as she crossed wet rocks over a stream, pulling her up a steep incline or onto a boulder, holding her waist as we crossed a fallen log over a short drop.
I relished every second we were in contact.
An unfortunate side effect was that as the day wore on Kris became more sullen and withdrawn.
It was late afternoon when I confronted her while Jen drank from a stream nearby. When I had asked why Troy would do this the answer shocked me.
They had never bonded.
“Why the hell are you smiling, Liam?” she asked, hurt that I could smile at her loss and the instrument of my capture.
“I succeeded,” I replied as I continued to smile down at her, a huge weight removed from my shoulders.
“What?” Kristen was confused. “What do you mean?”
“I came down to prevent you bonding Troy and, whether or not I have any credit for it, you didn’t.” Seeing her anger rising I walked to her and hugged her tightly. “You’re safe. You won’t be exiled.”
“Fat lot of good that does you.” She smiled sadly up at me.
“It does me worlds of good, sister.” I smiled again, genuinely happy. “I know you will be all right.”
She sighed and shook her head before giving me another squeeze. “Your definition of all right is much different than mine, but I’ll do my best.”
I nodded, it was all I could ask for.
An hour or so before sunset I began to plan how best to get Jen through the trails in the dark. Carrying her again was likely the best option.
It was a relief, however, when the familiar grey and white wolf came into view as we rounded a bend in the trail. He was resting on his haunches and waiting for us to close the distance. As we approached he stood up and trotted off of the trail.
Jen groaned softly as we turned to follow, the smell of exhaustion had been radiating from her for hours. It had become difficult for her to lift her feet very high
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