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“Because you’re my bride.”
Bride…
Bride…
Bride…
I glance down at the nightgown I’d pulled on before I went to bed last night. White and lacy, in the right light it could pass for a racy wedding dress.
I refuse to acknowledge the ring. Calling me his ‘bride’? That’s simply nuts.
But the mark on my neck…
I point a shaky finger at him. “You bit me.”
He smirks. “You kept it.”
It’s the smirk that does it. The ring… the bite… the quicksilver… I might not be able to reach my wolf, but that doesn’t change that I am. I can’t shift, but I can run, and before West can stop me, that’s exactly what I do.
He could’ve stopped me. No doubt in my mind that he could’ve lased out his hand, holding onto my bicep as I ran on wobbly legs past him. He doesn’t. He lets me go.
Seconds later, I discover why.
It’s not just the bedroom I’m not familiar with. Rushing out of the room, tripping down a short hallway, flying through a small front room that has a couch and that’s all, I have no idea where I am. This isn’t West’s cabin back home.
Obviously. Because wearen’thome.
Throwing open the door to the cabin, it takes one glimpse at the trees surrounding us before it dawns on me what West had said.
To move you…
He didn’t just move me into his personal territory. He’s moved me off of pack land.
Because those trees? They aren’t hickories.
This isn’tHickory.
He’s taken me off of Sylvan Pack territory, and that means I have no idea where I am—or how to get home. A coddled omega who’s never once set paw outside of Hickory, if I continue to run, I’ll be lost in seconds. Trapped with West in an unfamiliar cabin, if I try to leave, I’m in even more danger than I would be, staying with him.
And, Luna damn it, heknowsit.
* * *
Shockat my situation makes me easy to control—at first.
He lays his hands on my shoulders, guiding me away from the front door. He kicks it closed, then starts leading me toward the nearest open doorway. I let him, too. For a good few feet, I move along like a dazed fool until, suddenly, I sense the head of his hands through my sleeves and can’t stand it.
I shake him off.
West doesn’t seem surprised. In fact, I get the idea he expected me to shove him away from me almost after he first touched me.
I should have.
Instead, I cross my arms over my chest and tell him, “Bring me back.”
“Helene—”
My lower lip is wobbling. “Bring me home.”
