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If I wait for him, then I won’t be able to leave. I don’t want to depend on a man, ever. Not if I can help it. I’ll make my way out of here, back to Denver, and then decide my next move from there.
Waving goodbye to D’s brothers, I head into the woods surrounding us and that's when I lose it. Everything from over the past couple of weeks is finally catching up to me, and while I have done well with it all so far, I'm starting to spiral now that I am alone again.
I don’t want to be alone anymore. The feeling that I get when Damien is around is all that I have ever hoped for! When I am in his arms, I feel a level of comfort I have never had the pleasure of knowing. A feeling of being complete.
Chapter twenty-nine
Damien
IknowIshouldhave waited around and introduced her to my brothers. They can be quite a lot to handle sometimes, but I don't doubt she can handle whatever shit they may throw her way.
Plus, I'm not far away.
Standing just inside the treeline, watching her talk to my brothers, they all seem to be getting along and are all laughing once she figures out my name. I’m going to love hearing her scream it now that she knows it. She looks happy chatting with them, but it doesn't last long.
Looking around, the smile fades from her face as sadness creeps into those beautiful blues I have fallen in love with. Every part of me wants to run to her, to hold her and make her smile again. I never want to see that ache in her eyes again, but I hold my position because I just need to chase my prey one more time before I take her home for good.
Turning, she heads toward me and into the woods. I back into the shadows so that she doesn't see me and I thank the smoke for masking my scent as she passes right by where I am hiding. A few steps into the treeline, she shifts and takes off running.
Well, shit. I wasn't expecting that, but why the hell not join her in a run while I hunt her down?
Jogging out of the treeline to where my brothers are standing and waiting around, I let them know that she's shifted. And that I am going to head after her and try to talk to her. They understand and decide to go into town and get a hotel for the night so that I have some time with her. No longer feeling rushed to get her back here, I strip down and hand everything off to the guys before they head back to the truck we rented.
It's just easier this way.
Heading into the trees, I shift immediately and all I can think about was how she looked when I found her in that goddamn room. Naked, tied up, and on her knees. Honestly, there would be no better sight, but at that moment all I saw was red because it was not me she was in front of and it wasn't me who put her in that position. But I am so damn proud of what she did to defend herself. It was the only thing that she could do and at least it prevented him from hurting her or anyone else any more than he already had.
Picking up her scent is fairly easy since it's the only one that I am familiar with within these woods, and I find she hasn't gone very far from the pack grounds. She has shifted back and is sitting on a big rock with her feet dangling into the small stream of water in front of her. Staying far enough back for her not to hear or see me, I shift back and slowly make my way toward her. It would seem that she has washed away the evidence of what happened and is now glistening with the water from the stream in the moonlight.
Not wanting to scare the absolute shit out of her, I step on a nearby stick. Hearing it snap underneath my weight, she whips around, ready to fight. When she sees that it's me, she visibly calms. Not fully letting down her guard, but relaxing while she watches my every move.
“Well, what do we have here?” I ponder as I circle to her, stepping into the cool water of the creek. “It would seem that I have caught you once again, my little pup.”
Seeing her perched up on that rock, dripping with water with the moonlight shining off her skin, has me feeling a certain type of way. With everything that must have happened this last week, I don't want to act on the things I am feeling right now. But I also need to play as well.
Slowly, I make my way toward her as I wade through the water. It’s cool, but not enough to calm the heat coursing through my veins. I look up and meet her eyes as she watches me, egging her on.
“Well, pup? Don't you have anything to say now? I would’ve expected you to have some kind of smartass comeback, but yet all you give me is the fire in your eyes.”
I stop and bend down slightly to splash some water over my head and face. Scrubbing away any of the evidence from the night on my body.
Standing back up, I see her slipping down off the rock and into the stream along with me. Still not saying a single word to me at all, but her eyes roam over my body. They are the ones telling me everything I need to hear. Not being the one to make any kind of move for once, I let her figure out what she wants.
She bends and splashes more water up her body, pretending to scrub away something as she watches me out of the corner of her eye. When she doesn’t make any other move and continues to stay silent, I let out a sigh and move back toward the bank. I may want to do nothing but play with my pup, but I cannot do this tonight when she is acting as she is in my presence.
With one foot up on the creek bank, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. Turning suddenly, I see her with a rock in her hand.
“Did you just throw a rock at me?”
Bewildered by this, I turn and continue until I'm completely back on land. Hoping that she will stop me, but not sure if she even wants to. She has all the say right now, even though it is killing me not to take control.
“Wait, Damien. Please,” she whispers. Hardly loud enough to hear.
Turning back, I take her in again. She looks timid for the first time since I met her. While she is truly stunning all the time, I am not a fan of this version of her. I much prefer the feisty stabby version. She's much more fun. I want to kill the person who created this version again, if they aren’t already dead.
I don't say a thing as I watch her fidget with her fingers, not meeting my eyes. When she doesn't say anything else, I turn again to walk away.
Chapter thirty
