10 - Acceptance

~Sawyer’s Point of View~

“Put me down you damn brute,” she shouted, wiggling underneath my arm.

*Not a chance,* my wolf, Remy chuckled. He was beside himself, why wouldn’t he be?

I made my way through the woods, toward the creek that ran behind my little cabin. She reeked of Drake and even though I certainly didn’t hate the male I couldn’t stand it.

Did she love him? They’d clearly had sex or something close to it for her to smell this strongly. She was also in heat, and being less than a mile from Venom this was far from ideal. The water would help mask it but only for a bit. I wonder how she’d feel about being covered in mud? That’s what I should do.

Would I let her go and send her back into the center? Fuck no. I had to find out first if she did fuck him or not. If she’s in heat and they did… I wasn’t sure how I’d cope with that. Drake had begged me to come into the center and meet her. I blew it off. Admitting that I had some fault in this didn’t sit well with me.

This is why