When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar building, the lights were too bright and I was tied to a chair, the room I was in was painted black and red, a flag was raised with the insignia of a wolf attacking another wolf.
“About time you woke” came a sinister voice and I raised my head to stare at a thin lean man, he looked calm but I could see the madness in his eyes. “Aren’t you the chosen mate, well well, nice to meet you” he said. “I don’t know what you are talking about” I said and he grinned, his eyes turned yellow and he backhanded me, I cried out in pain, the blow stung. His eyes returned back to normal and he smiled as if nothing happened. “Oops, my wolf doesn't like lies” he said and leaned closer, he sniffed. “You aren’t human yourself Amelia, are you” he said and I stared at him, first Logan now this creep, I was completely human, right? Or was mom and dad……….no that can’t be true and how did he know my name?. “I don’t know” I blurted out and in some way that was true, I didn’t even know who I am again, “Please I did nothing wrong release me” I begged and the man roared out in laughter. “You are my bait, Amy” he said and outrage filled me, how dare he? Only Logan and Reagan called me that, “I want Logan killed, I know he will come for you or send his beta, that cold prick, Brock” he snarled “You seem to know him well” I blurted out and chided myself, what was wrong with me? I am getting bolder these days. The man smiled and ran his hand along a long scar on the side of his face. “Brock did this, the guy is way too powerful for a beta, anyways I’ll kill whoever it is that tries to retrieve you, he turned to his guards and nodded and one raised a fist high and punched me, and as I sank into darkness I vowed to get my revenge on the bastard._______________________________________ I woke to someone slapping me hard, I opened my eyes to see the bastard who had punched me earlier, he had a plate of steak in his hand and a bottle of water. My stomach rumbled, I could have sworn that something inside me growled. The guy dropped the tray on the floor, and motioned with his head for me to eat, I raised my tied hands showing him I was bound. “And so? Eat like the dog you are” he pulled me out of the chair and pushed my head to the food, i was hungry so I used my lips and teeth to eat, humiliated as the guys started laughing at me hysterically, that’s when the atmosphere became charged then the rogue werewolves were blasted back by lightning, A black wolf charged in, and I recognized it as Brock in wolf form. ‘Quick! jump on my back’ his voice rang in my head, I raised my hands and showed him my bound hands, with one slice of his paws, the rope cut and I jumped on the huge wolf back and he took off, alarms blared to life and bullets rained everywhere, but Logan deftly dodged. I could feel his muscles working as he agilely dodged bullets. There was a loud explosion right behind us, and Brock increased his speed, he was so fast the moving landscape was a blur. We had left the building behind us when the landscape changed and shifted, the terrain moved like waves and Brock leaped over a huge rock that would have slammed into us, but before we could recover, a huge tree hit Brock and we went flying. I crashed hard into the ground, groaning I looked for Brock and saw him standing putting on a pair of jeans, I stared longer at his backside and blushed, how had he even landed on his feet, the guy was damn arrogant, he even left me to even fall, very callous. The landscape had stopped shifting and changing, Brock put on a shirt, he stared ahead and muttered a curse. I walked up to him “What’s wrong?” I asked and he turned to me, his green eyes were fierce , like he was expecting a fight anytime. “Labyrinth mode” he said curtly. “Meaning?” I asked and he glared at me, the wind blew his dark hair, making him more handsome and dashing, not what I needed to picture in my head right now, but my stupid brain refused to follow my mind. I stood staring at him, he finally sighed and sat on the floor floor “They trapped us, the Quintus werewolves have that ability, their prisoners hardly escape, it is rare. We have to find Daedalus' map to escape, it is rumored to be hidden in this wild lands and nobody has found the map, not even the Quintus wolves, they just have the magic to manipulate this labyrinth.” He explained and I blinked, wow! This was the first time he ever said something this long. “How can we go home now?” I said “We can’t” Brock scowled, “We are trapped till God knows when” With that he lay back on the grass and I wondered why my life was so fucked up, Then fur started erupting from my hands.We had been here for a month now, Brock and I, surviving and struggling, Brock usually hunted antelopes, sometimes in wolf form, other times as a human. I stood now watching as he fired an arrow at a deer, the arrow hit precisely and the deer dropped on the ground, twitching a few times before it became still, Brock, face devoid of any emotion, stalked to the deer and pulled out the arrow. Brock had spent lots of time making weapons, we needed them as there were a lot of predators here: lions, bear, warthogs, boars, Hippos, you name it, Brock had been training me hard ever since a lion almost got me, the guy was certainly crazy, he trained me like I was his equal, and had no mercy. I watched as he hoisted the deer on his shoulder and walked past me heading to our make shift camp which was few minutes away. We got to the hut made of log and tree branches and leaves, tightly woven and covered with a blanket in case rain falls, my stomach rumbled loudly and Brock stared at me.
Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled my nude body to his, I moaned into his mouth and he groaned in need, his hands moved lower and cupped my backside then stilled. I stared in confusion as Brock pulled away. “Oh God” Brock wailed and I softly held his face. “What?” I said softly and his green eyes bore down on me, hard. “You shouldn’t have done that” he said, annoyance evident in his voice. “But I……..” “Shhhh” Brock cut me off, “I can’t do this with you” “Why?” I asked and he scowled at me. “You are Logan’s mate for Lycan’s sake, he will even kill me if he finds out I did this” he yelled and stormed off. I sighed, something was definitely wrong with me, I shouldn’t have done that. I grabbed my clothes now shredded to pieces from my shift and put on the ones I can. I jogged after Brock who had started yo hike back to our makeshift camp. After five minutes, we finally got to the wooden hut that seemed like home to me now. I stole a glance at Logan and sighed, he looked furi
The psycho in front of me grinned as I charged for him, he sidestepped my sword slash, but Brock had taught me what to do. I feigned a thrust at his abdomen, as he lowered his sword to deflect my thrust, I stabbed his shoulder. He yelled out and backhanded me with inhuman strength sending me flying and crashing into the make hut wall. He drew out my sword and threw it aside. “I’ll kill you bitch” he roared and came at me, sword raised, I dodged the first strike then he sliced me across the shoulder and I yelled out in pain. Where the hell was Brock? I needed his strength right now, the rogue in front of me raised me up by the neck choking me. I hit his arms hard and kicked but the bastard seemed intent on killing me, I could feel myself losing air and I started to see stars, when I thought I was done, the hand abruptly left my throat, followed by and high pitched scream, I collapsed to the ground weakly and raised my head to see Brock grab the rogue werewolf and ye
I bit into an apple and watched as Brock sharpened his sword, this has been our routine now; eat, sleep hunt sharpened and customize our weapons. Days ago, Brock had found a shotgun devoid of bullets and had spent a day making hundreds of bullets, when he was done he had handed the gun to me. The gun was holstered on my hip now and I scowled at his back, I hated guns, but the arrogant prick in front of me had harshly reminded me that I was a chicken when it came to swords, but I had stubbornly kept a sword on me much to his annoyance. Brock set his sword down and turned to me, his green eyes bore into mine. “Training. Now!” he barked and I groaned, he insisted we didn’t eat anything this morning and now he was asking me to train? “We haven’t………” “Shut it” he snapped and I closed my mouth but gave him the stink eye, his green eyes darkened at that and I knew I was done for. “Guns” he barked and I instinctively whipped out my gun. Brock had taught me how to quickly arm myself, he cu
One month later I watched Brock, studied the cave. We had just stumbled upon the cave when we went for a hunt, and my bodyguard beta had insisted Daedalus map was here. “Are you sure about this?” I asked for the sixth time, Brock smiled at me and my lips betrayed me by smiling back, Brock had become friendly after the day I confessed that I loved him, though he still kept making snide remarks but in a more friendly way and he had avoided kissing me but he liked holding me close to him whenever it was time to sleep, I still wished he would at least kiss me. “Bingo!” Brock yelled and I followed him deeper into the cave. “What’s that?” I asked and he held up his hand, in his palm was a huge golden key. “Where do we put that?” I asked and he shrugged. “That’s what I do know, there is no loose brick here, no loose stones everything is just smooth” he said and I punched the wall, nothing. He grinned when I punched the wall.
I moaned as Brock deepened the kiss, he moved down and kissed my neck and bit my earlobe, I cried out and he moved lower almost touching my breasts. “Can I?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my self to speak, he shook his head. “Say it” he ordered and I almost screamed that he shouldn’t stop but I controlled myself. “Yes, do what you want. Please don’t just stop” I said, it sounded like I was begging but I didn’t care I needed him in this moment. Brock said nothing and cupped my breasts in his hands and I moaned and bucked into him pressing him into the ground as he rubbed a sensitive part of my breasts. The feeling was too ecstatic, that I was sure I was going to run mad in pleasure, then suddenly, Brock until he was until and moved lower. “What are you doing?” I asked in surprise then I felt his tongue on my core, the one place I never bared to anyone before except for this handsome man with me. I grabbed his hair and pushed him deepe
I stared glumly as Brock studied the cave walls, the were no cracks or anything on the smooth cave walls, it looked like someone had find out the way and didn’t want to make it easy so the person cemented the walls. “Maybe it’s not this cave” I said for the fifth time and as usual Brock kept silent, ignoring me. “Since we are not going to have sex anymore, you can talk to me” I said and he turned sharply in surprise when I said that then he schooled his features into a scowl. “I don’t have to talk to you” he said and I shrugged. “We are not fighting, are we?” I asked and he looked away. “No, but we should avoid each other” he said. “Why?” I asked. “You are Logan’s mate for heaven’s sake, he choose you, I can’t be with you. Yes, I want you, so bad I want to rip your clothes and take you right here” he growled, “But I won’t” He turned away again and resumed his inspection on the cave walls while at glared
I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar bedroom, the light felt too bright and my head pounded in my skull. I sat up and closed my eyes calling my werewolf to look with me as I opened my eyes this time, the lights didn’t seem to bright. The door opened and a familiar person, I grinned when I saw him. “Logan!” I exclaimed and he grinned and hugged me, I hugged him back. “How did you find me?” I asked and he smiled, and held my hand. “We have been scouting the place where you disappeared, and my guards saw you unconscious mfloating on a river.” He said and I stared at him confused. “Floating on a river?” I asked and Logan nodded. “The Quintus werewolves lands is magical and I guess it has some kind of invisible portal that does not allow it to be found or seen” he explained and suddenly I remembered Brock, was he back? “What of Brock?” I asked and he grimaced, a bad sign. “No news of