Angel Blackwood(87)

“Drake?” She says a little quieter.

“Just help me get her back to the cottage,” he spits out.

“I’m not going anywhere with either of you!” I turn around but Drake’s strong arms wrap around my waist, knocking the wind outta me as I collide with his chest. Chelsea walks in front of us in a hurried pace and far enough that I can’t kick her from my position.

I scream, “Get off me!” I start scratching at his hands, but it only earns me a deadly growl and a tighter squeeze before one hand covers my mouth silencing my calls for help. The more I fight it the harder and harsher he is.

I stop struggling and turn slack in his arms, his hold loosens and he drops me until my feet touch the ground. I feel him moving his head closer and then his lips are at my neck and ear lobe.

“You can’t run from me, Lexi.” His hoarse voice has me trembling. I try to call out to my wolf, but it’s no use; it’s as if she’s left me for good. When calling for her doesn’t work, I allow my anger to call upon the magic I know I have. My eyes start tingling and when that tingling takes hold of my entire body, Drake loosens his hold on me. I’m on the brink of losing my shit and giving both these idiots a taste of what I can do, but I’m just not fast enough.

“You need to stop her! She’ll hurt you like she did me!” I hear Chelsea’s scream over the wind that is now blowing through the trees.

I’m so focused on building up the strength that I’m unaware of Drake and what he’s doing.

Something hard hits the back of my head and I fall, it lands with a thud a few centimetres from my face. I blink away the blur and I find a small boulder. I feel the magic retreat and I don’t have the strength to summon it back anymore.

Black sneakers fill my vision as the rock is kicked away. The hair in my face is removed and a callused thumb brushes against my cheek.

“Stop looking at her like that, Drake. We’re running outta time here. Alpha is going to come looking for her when he notices her missing.” Chelsea’s whine doesn’t help the headache that’s forming. My body feels dense and I can’t move it. My eyelids are heavy and keeping them open is a losing battle.





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“I don’t know why you’re going through all the trouble of getting her cosy in a bed and making food for her, when she’s dead none of that will matter.” Chelsea’s high pitched voice wakes me from my sleep.

When I’m dead?

They’re gonna kill me. I need to get out of here.

I open my eyes slowly. I have a throbbing headache and I seem to be in a small little cottage; it smells of mildew and dust. The bed doesn’t look as if it belongs here though, it’s hard and modern looking compared to the antique furniture that surrounds us. The sheets are scratchy, but they smell new and unused. Looking down I find pink bedding and bright fluffy pillows surround me, I instantly know this is Chelsea’s doing. I hear Drake and Chelsea yelling at each other in the other room, so I take the opportunity to find out whether the window in the room will open.

I place my hand over the spot where he hit me, finding dried blood attached to a couple strands of hair. I sit up on the bed and gently move to the side hoping that the springs in the bed don’t creak.

My feet touch the floor and I quickly tiptoe towards the window. The shouting in the other room gets louder, so I push the window up all the way whilst they are distracted. As soon as I have one foot out, the floor creaks and the shouting in the other room immediately stops.

Shit!

I quickly climb the rest of the way out and jump onto the ground. Before the window has chance to slam shut behind me, I’m running into the long grass of the nearby field, towards the forest.

I look back when I hear a door slamming. Chelsea comes running out the front door and starts sprinting after me, following me into the thick grass. Unable to call upon my wolf to shift, I pick up the pace and head to the side which is nearest to the woods. I look around for Drake. That fucker plays dirty, I need to keep my eyes open. I keep running and looking to my sides but don’t see him.

“Looking for me?” His voice is close. I turn and find him a few feet in front of me. I skid to a halt, afraid of slamming into him. Changing direction, I start heading the opposite way; I’ll take on Chelsea if I have to.

“We should just kill her now and be done with it,” Chelsea yells, as Drake tackles me from behind. He grabs my hair and yanks it.

“We’re not killing her,” he grits out harshly. His hand is pulling at my hair, hurting the wound that’s already on my head.

I’m gasping for every breath. The awkward position he has my neck in is making it hard for me to breathe.