The rain had us pinned down for two days, and I was beyond tense with Mother Nature’s forced delay. Howbeit, Gage and I were finally on the way back to his community, and he repeatedly reassured me nothing was going to happen. I was starting to believe him, but the pressure bearing down on me wasn’t easy to overlook. I did my best to distract myself, trying to find the black wolf as the hours elapsed while Gage weaved through the murky forest, but I didn’t see him before we made it to our end point. At any rate, Gage proved he was true to his word, directing us towards Robbie’s chambers before attending to anything else. We did make a detour to the room to deposit our belongings, but the deplorable leader was standing before me less than fifteen minutes after Gage and I had entered the old silver mine. He was the last person I wanted to see, but Gage’s presence let me feel as at ease as possible as I learned what my fate would be. I didn’t miss the leer Robbie aimed my way as I to
With my vision blurred, I stumbled through the door and into the room I’d been sharing with Gage. It didn’t feel like home to me, but I’d at least felt safe here for a while with Gage by my side. I was a little sad to be leaving it, but that was nothing compared to the battle I was waging in my mind over having to leave Mira and those other girls behind with what I knew they were enduring on a daily basis. The salty liquid wouldn’t stop flowing from my sore eyes, but I was able to breathe deeply through the worst of my emotional pain. Part of me wanted to ask Mira to come with us, but I was aware there was no way she could handle any type of trek through the woods, and that thought led to me freaking out about the fact that I had no clue where we were going to go. Sure, Gage had several well-stocked hideaways, but none of them were suitable for long term accommodations. Not to mention, the overall safety of them was thrown into question with how the first shelter had been ransacked
“Y…you want us to g…go to the bunker I grew up in? I can’t go back there.” I stammered out as a tidal wave of melancholy, wound with a healthy dose of apprehension, slammed into me full force. Gage didn’t recoil from my panic as I’d anticipated. Instead, he reeled me into the circle of his arms, soothing my frayed nerves and assuring me I wouldn’t have to go anywhere near the fallout shelter. It took a while for me to regain my equilibrium, but Gage’s presence, and the comfort I received from the necklaces I wore around my neck, aided me in coming back to the present. Once I was feeling better, Gage looked down, guiding my face up from where I was resting against his chest to lock his hazel orbs with my own chestnut-brown ones, saying, “I’m sorry, honey. I should’ve been clearer. I will go there to replenish our supplies before we head east, and I want to take a look at your dad’s truck if that’s alright with you. There isn’t much left to the west before we reach the ocean, and the
“Gage!” I shouted, sprinting straight into his arms the second he came into view. He enveloped me protectively, holding me tight against his body as the moment extended. Then, without releasing me fully, he leaned back slightly, saying, “Hey, honey. I’m happy to see you missed me too. It looked like you had some company while I was gone though.” Flying high with Gage’s return, I found it difficult to let go of him entirely, electing to keep one of his large hands in mine as I directed us towards where I’d dropped my daggers. He released his bulging pack on the ground, devoting his full attention to me. “Yeah, you could say that I suppose. The black wolf visited me a few times, but it’s not like we hung out or anything. It was almost like he was checking up on me.” I finished in a thoughtful tone, beginning to comprehend how strange the wolf’s presence here had been. Expanding, I put a pin in my current train of thought, showing Gage the weapons and telling him how the wolf had also
The initial soreness faded, and I hardly remembered it as Gage continued pounding into me with abandon, my legs quivering with my impending orgasm. I loved every aspect of his demanding nature, and I did all I could to hold onto his brawny shoulders as his thrusts grew rougher. Pressure was building low in my core, and I did my best to roll my hips against him, desperate for the friction against my needy clit. Somehow, Gage understood my intention, and he grabbed one hip securely with a grip I knew would bruise, adjusting the angle to near perfection as the head of his cock hit my G-spot on his next shove forward. Electricity crackled through me with the white-hot pleasure he elicited, and I tipped over my peak within seconds, my mouth making bizarre noises I’d never made before. Regardless, the point was, I knew I wasn’t quiet, and Gage’s own grunt of completion wasn’t exactly silent either. We had been safe here for a while now, and both of us had gotten so caught up in one anoth
The pin oaks still lined the road that was ingrained in my memory after all this time. The worn-down lane had been the last one I’d seen before the bombs fell, the one that’d led to my life changing, but it was almost unrecognizable now. The once majestic trees were blackened and dead, what was left of them, that was, and I felt numbness starting to seep in. One look at the route ahead proved we were fortunate the nature reserve hadn’t suffered any significant damage, though I supposed the whole world was a wildlife refuge now. Gage didn’t let up on the gas, gunning it to outpace the wolves on our tail, but when I craned my head around, I saw they had given up. I didn’t understand their behavior, but I wasn’t going to complain either. As he carried on driving, I let my eyes roam over the changed landscape, realizing that the town I’d been born in had been hit hard by one of the falling bombs. The devastation was heart-rending to see, tears prickling in my eyes, but Gage reached ou
Thunder rumbled angrily in the distance as the truck bumped unsteadily forward. I flinched in response; Gage being knocked off his bike by the vicious, oversized wolf flashing in my mind’s eye again as the steering wheel jerked in my talon-like hands. I forced myself to concentrate on the road ahead, my mind running rampant with trepidation as queries kept coming up. Would it be possible for Gage to survive the wreck I’d witnessed? Even if he did, would he be able to fight off the wolves in that condition? My heart wanted the answer to be yes, Gage having demonstrated his grit thus far, but my brain told me otherwise. I knew I was crying again because my vision was blurred, but I didn’t stop for fear of the shifters catching up with me. Transiently, I considered going back, trying to do something, anything to save Gage, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Gage had wanted me to escape, and I knew deep down, there wasn’t anything I could have done to save him. The downpour started
My awareness faded in and out, but I heard enough to understand that something was happening around me, picking up on the snarls and thuds of conflict that were trickling through to my addled brain as my body fought to protect itself. Throbbing radiated out from my right side, and I realized I was still laid out on the forest floor as sharp sticks stabbed at me through the thin barrier my clothing afforded. Yet, those pinpricks of hurt were nothing to the avalanche of suffering I felt as the damages that I’d sustained during the skirmish came roaring back to the surface in full force. Everything remained black initially as I failed to unstick my eyelids, but it seemed my other senses were boosted, as a result. Gradually, I came to comprehend that not much time had elapsed since I’d crumpled in place, the loud yelps I detected signaling that a brawl was ensuing in close proximity, but it didn’t appear to be lasting for much longer based on the noises tapering off. Reminding myself