Sable
The fluorescent lights in the ceiling emit a faint, incessant buzzing that hurts my battered head almost as much as the harsh illumination does. I stare down at Doctor Patil’s shiny black hair as his capable fingers, clad in sapphire blue surgical gloves, prod at my ankle.He’s already x-rayed my arm and shined his light in my eyes to check my pupils for signs of concussion. He declared me safe from brain damage, but he let out a long, low whistle at the other parts of me that weren’t so lucky.The doctor presses on a particularly sore spot, and I hiss through my teeth, gripping the paper-covered table beneath me.“This area hurts?” Doctor Patil asks, pressing the nodule again like a damn sadist.My jaw tightens as I try to restrain the impulse to yank my leg out of his grasp. “Yes. That area hurts.”I notice his gaze pause over the crescent-shaped scars above my knee, but he doesn’t say anything. The same suspicious look crossed his face when he saw the scars on my arms. And again when he lifted my shirt to press on my stomach to check for any internal abnormalities, only to find more scars—some of them old and faded, some a fresh, shiny pink.Doctor Patil steps back and settles onto his little rolling stool. Scooting away from me a little, he dips his head to catch my gaze, his words measured and careful. “Tell me again how it happened. Can you do that, Sable?”Uncle Clint shifts, the movement so minute that I bet the doctor doesn’t even notice. My uncle is standing against the wall by the door with his blue flannel shirt tucked into his Wranglers, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He has the darkly tanned skin of a man who’s spent his life beneath the Montana sun—and that particular planetary body has done little to preserve any of the good looks he might have once had. Now, north of fifty with a balding head, he looks like a dried, wrinkled potato with a beer belly.He glares at me over Doctor Patil’s head, dark eyes promising retribution if I so much as put a toe out of line.My stomach seems to turn in on itself, an all-too-familiar heaviness settling over me as I look back at the doctor.“I fell,” I say around the lump in my throat. “Down the stairs. Carrying the laundry to the basement.”“Are you often clumsy?” Doctor Patil glances down at my chart then back up at me. He has startling gray eyes that seem to be at odds with his dark skin and hair. They also seem to see a lot more than my usual doctor.I shrug, goosebumps breaking out on my skin as my nerves prickle. The ruthless fluorescents shine too much light on the scars that cover my body. Each thin line of knotted white skin tells a story that my uncle doesn’t want told. After years of visits, years of injuries and bruises and strange ailments, Doctor Jones only sees the dollar signs each of those things ticks off on his final bill. He doesn’t ask questions. But Doctor Jones is out this week, so we got Doctor Patil instead.Uncle Clint doesn’t bring me to the hospital for every little injury. Only the bad ones, the ones that clearly need extra care. Unfortunately for him, he pushed me too hard tonight.And unfortunately for us both, Doctor Patil asks questions.“I have an inner ear abnormality,” I say, parroting the same excuse I’ve used for years. “My balance is awful. Uncle Clint tells me to use the laundry chute, but I’m stubborn.”I smile, trying to add a bit of warmth behind my last statement, but I’m absolutely certain it looks more pained than affectionate.Doctor Patil narrows his eyes, then swivels on his stool. “Mr. Maddock? Could you give me and Sable a moment alone?”Uncle Clint straightens up from the wall but leaves his arms crossed over his barrel chest. “No, sir. You ain’t our usual doctor. I won’t be leaving my precious girl alone with no stranger.”God, Doctor Patil would have to be a moron to not hear the syrupy false note in my uncle’s voice.Precious girl. Right. More like punching bag.Doctor Patil, to his credit, doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated by Clint’s brutish warning. “You understand that at eighteen years old, she’s a grown adult, and she would be well within her right to ask you to leave the room.”My skin goes cold as I understand what he’s telling me. Say the word, Sable, and I’ll have security remove him from the room so we can really chat. His clipped Indian accent and his deep, melodious voice is a balm to all the aches I’ve ever walked into this building with—even the ones on the inside.But I can’t do what he’s suggesting. I can’t tell Uncle Clint to leave so that I can confide in this sweet doctor who knows something isn’t right.“No, that’s okay. I’d prefer that my uncle stay with me.” My voice comes out small. Dejected. I’m sure Doctor Patil can hear that too. Clint and I are putting on a soap opera, and this man sees right through it. Too bad there’s not a damn thing he can do to save me.Doctor Patil swivels on his stool again, his long white coat swishing. He purses his lips as he looks at me, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle that’s missing key pieces. There’s pity in his gaze, concern etched into the lines that frame his mouth.“Sable, are you okay?” He speaks slowly, as if willing me to answer with the truth.Uncle Clint’s gaze is like fire searing my face, and my stomach twists into an even tighter knot.“Well, doc, I fell down the stairs and broke my arm, so I’d say I’ve had better days,” I joke, forcing levity into my tone. I want to signal to this man—this good man—that I need help. I want to admit to him that my uncle beats me and keeps me locked up in the house like an animal.But I can’t. I know too well what will happen to me if I even hint at the truth.I plaster a smile on my face. “Other than the bumps and bruises, I’m fine.”Doctor Patil gives me a hard look. Acid burns up my throat as nausea bubbles up inside me. I pray that he’ll give up. The harder he fights to get the truth out of me, the worse it will be for me later. Please, please let it go, I urge him silently, keeping that damn lunatic smile on my face.r />“Excuse me. Doctor?”We’re interrupted by the nurse arriving with my x-rays, and my muscles unclench a little as Doctor Patil stands to take them from her. Uncle Clint keeps his glare on me as the doctor strides to the viewing box and shoves them into place, hitting a switch to illuminate the images.My arm fills the white screen. I remember reading once that there are sixty-four bones in the arm, and they’re all just right there on display. A bunch of shades of gray that make up my insides. I wonder if Doctor Patil can see the bones that have been broken before.Do they grow back harder? More crooked? Like my heart does?“Ah. Well. Good news, Sable.” Doctor Patil turns around, shoving his hands into the deep pockets of his coat. “No broken bones after all. I’d venture to guess we’ve got a sprained wrist, like I suggested before.”My smile turns a bit more genuine at that news. I wasn’t looking forward to healing another broken bone. Not that sprained wrists hurt any less, but the downtime for fractures is hell. Plus, my bones have been through enough over the years. I consider this a win.Doctor Patil finishes up, equipping me with a wrist brace and instructions to give it a rest for the next few weeks. He tells me to rest my ankle too, if possible, and I nod dutifully at his instructions.And that’s it.He can’t do anything for all the bruises, and he can’t do anything to save me from a situation he knows in his gut is wrong, so when all is said and done, he sends me on my way.This is how it will always be. The words slip through my mind like poison as I walk away from Doctor Patil’s kind, concerned gaze. I’ll always live in fear. I’ll always be a prisoner. And no one can help me.Fear follows me through the maze of hallways as I walk through the medical center in Uncle Clint’s shadow. He grips the keys to his Silverado as if they’re a weapon and anyone who stands in his way might get a key to the eye. There’s mud on his boots, and he leaves a trail of dried flakes on the clean hospital floor.Electric doors slide open with a whoosh before we step out into the dry, cool evening air. Night fell sometime while Doctor Patil was trying to save my life, and I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of pine and distant snow. The hospital Clint took me to is a good twenty miles away from our small town, but no matter where I go, I can always smell the mountains. The mountains steady me. They stand over my little piece of Montana like sentinels in the distance, proof that the wind can scream and storms can rage, but they will never bend.The alarm chirps on Uncle Clint’s maroon Chevy Silverado. He’s already in the cab behind the wheel by the time I manage to haul myself into the passenger seat. My limbs are ready to give in, my body ready to crumple into a ball and sleep. Climbing into his ridiculously jacked up truck hurts almost as much as the fall did.He jams his key in the ignition and turns on the car. Classic country blares from the speakers, and Uncle Clint turns the music down enough for me to hear him say, “You did good, girl.”My stomach turns. I don’t respond, turning away from him and tucking myself against the passenger side door to put as much distance between us as possible.I stay that way as he turns the music back up and begins to drive. It’s back roads all the way home, twenty miles but thirty minutes accounting for stop signs and wildlife. Neither of us speak, but I can’t get Doctor Patil’s knowing gray eyes out of my head. I keep going over the entire visit with a fine-toothed comb, wondering if I could have done something differently this time.If I’d been braver or smarter, maybe I could have ended this nightmare. Instead, I’m barreling back toward my prison without an end in sight.Hot tears prick my eyes.Dammit. I hate feeling so fucking helpless.I’m watching the trees pass like ghosts in the darkness along the side of the road when my uncle suddenly slams on the brakes. The truck’s tires lock up as it skids to a stop, the lighter bed fishtailing sideways so that we come to a rest across both lanes of the empty road.A deer is standing outside the arc of the headlights. The angle we’ve come to rest at puts him just beyond my door. He’s massive, all muscle and antlers, more regal than anything I’ve ever seen. His eyes glint in the moonlight as he stares at the truck, still as a statue.Then he turns and bolts off into the night.“Son of a fucking bitch!” Uncle Clint roars, slamming a hand to the steering wheel. “These goddamn deer! Almost ruined my fucking truck.”His blow and raised voice send terror shooting through me, and I press closer to the door, making as much space between us as I can.My uncle grumbles something else about his precious Silverado, but I don’t hear him. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I watch the deer disappear into the trees, and a strange feeling washes over me.Mr. Maddock? Could you give me and Sable a moment alone?He tried to help me.Doctor Patil tried to help, and I didn’t even take the chance that he might be able to.When will my next chance be? How many more chances will I get before my uncle kills me?I’m eighteen. What will my life look like when I’m twenty? Twenty-five?Uncle Clint will never let me go. He hates me too much, and he’s too fucking sadistic to ever let me leave his house in one piece.But I’m not in his house right now.In this moment, the only thing standing between me and freedom is this car door.A wave of absolute clarity washes over me, making all the blood in my body turn to ice. It’s now or never.So I throw myself out the door and take my chance, sprinting off after the deer.SableI sprint like I don’t have a twisted ankle and a sprained wrist. I sprint like I’m not covered in painful bruises with the energy level of a factory in nuclear meltdown. Because this is it—this is my only chance to get away from him once and for all, and I will not fail.Because if I do, he’ll kill me. I know that with dead certainty.Uncle Clint shouts, his snarl a whip cracking after me. I can’t make out his words through the adrenaline rushing in my ears, and honestly, I don’t even want to try. The coward I was before would have frozen at that tone. I would have turned around and returned to him with my tail between my legs, closing my eyes against whatever punishment he deemed fit.But I’m not that girl. I refuse to continue to be that girl anymore. I stopped being her the second I opened that car door.Doctor Patil tried to save me. He wanted to give me the out I needed, and I didn’t take him up on his offer.So it’s up to me now.Uncle Clint will chase me. But I’m smaller,
RidgeWhen I left the cabin and shifted into wolf form to patrol the borders of my pack’s land, I had no idea my trip back home would include carrying a beautiful, unconscious woman against my naked body.Granted, most men wouldn’t hate this particular situation. The girl is stunning, even with all the cuts and bruises. Golden hair that falls in a thick curtain around her shoulders. Petite, but with perfect curves beneath her tight blue jeans and gray sweatshirt. The kind of heart-shaped face poets dedicate entire stanzas to in the throes of their passion.But this sure as shit wasn’t how I expected to spend my night. Not to mention, I feel like a fucking perv holding her while my cock dangles freely beneath her ass. Shifting into a wolf is great as long as you don’t need clothes when you shift back.Still barely conscious, the girl moves restlessly in my arms, wincing as she draws her injured wrist to her chest. The limb is wrapped in a hard brace, which I take to mean it was hurt be
SableI wake up slowly, as if my body and mind are resisting consciousness. My dreams were surprisingly calm and comforting, and my eyes don’t seem to want to open. I don’t want to leave this calm, peaceful space between sleep and waking.And why would I? So much of my life has been pain and trauma that it’s only fair I linger in the good moments as long as I can.I’m beneath soft, warm blankets in a quiet room, and for a moment, I think I’m back in my bed in Uncle Clint’s house. But then a comforting scent wafts over me. Not the usual smell of Tide and my lavender body lotion.Something more masculine.Woodsy and spicy.Unfamiliar yet achingly intoxicating.I nestle farther into the pillow, breathing the soothing scent in deeply. I slide beneath the covers, ignoring the pained protests of my body as I roll into the sheets and take another deep breath. I spread out on my belly, blankets covering me from head to toe, and smile as I’m completely surrounded by this woodsy smell. Even sti
RidgeGoddammit. This isn’t how I wanted to get a half-naked girl in my arms.Normal guys, they go to parties. Go to bars. They talk up the first hot woman who shakes her ass in their direction, then fuck her senseless against a bathroom wall covered in graffiti that probably includes her phone number.Not me. No, my dumb ass has to find an unconscious woman in the wilderness and bring her home, only for her to strip to her panties and race madly through the village in an attempt to escape.I mean, I know I’m not People’s Sexiest Man Alive, but damn.The girl’s head slams back toward my face, and I have to crane my neck sideways to keep from getting a busted nose.“Hey! I’m not going to hurt you!” I snarl as she tries again, whipping my head back the other way.“Then put me down and let me go!” she gasps, struggling against my hold. She has a light, bell-like voice, though the bite to her statement takes some of the melody away. One bare foot catches me in the shin, and I grunt at the
SableFor a moment, I got lost in Ridge’s honey-colored eyes. I woke up expecting to come face-to-face with Uncle Clint, but what I ended up getting instead was pretty much the complete opposite of the man who raised me.When the dark-haired man caught me near the trees, I was so certain I was about to die that I fought with everything I had in me. But inside his house, something shifted in his demeanor.His gruff voice managed to block out the fear, to shove away the rising panic so that I could focus on him and his calming words.I started to calm down.I started to feel… safe.But I don’t feel safe now.Nearly a half-dozen of the biggest people I’ve ever seen crowd into his living room, voices raised as angry, violent energy pours out of them. My terror returns full force, and I cower into the cushions, wishing I could sink right through themand disappear to the other side of the planet.Ridge meets my eyes, a look of resignation passing through his amber irises. Then he pushes to
SableI wake from sleep groggily, my eyelids blinking into clear, early morning light. The curtains on the window are drawn open, and I can see that Ridge closed the window back up sometime while I was asleep. His presence in the room while I slept sends a little shiver down my spine, despite the fact that he’s done nothing but take care of me from the moment he brought me here.Sleeping is such a vulnerable time.And I’m terrified of being vulnerable with anyone.I shove back the covers and gently sit up. My body is stiff and unwieldy, my limbs as heavy as my eyelids, and I scoot back to rest against the headboard and get my bearings. I don’t remember getting out of the shower or falling asleep, but that’s not abnormal for my panic attacks. When my mind goes blank at the tail end of an attack, I operate on autopilot.I’m wearing some of Ridge’s clothes again. A soft, worn pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt three times too big for me. I realize I’m not wearing a bra or underwear, an
RidgeIt takes a lot of fucking willpower to leave that door open.What I really want to do is slam it shut and barricade it closed so that the woman in my bedroom can’t leave. Just because I told her she was free to go doesn’t mean I want her to. I want to keep her right here with me, where I know some jackass isn’t putting out cigarettes on her perfect skin.What the fuck is wrong with me?The front door slams shut behind me as I step out of the cabin, and I shove my hands in my pockets as I stride down the front walk to the packed-dirt road. I don’t know why I want so fucking much for Sable to stay with me. She’s nobody to me. Some chick I found half-dead in a ravine, and to hear my brother bitch about it, I should have left her there.But as I walk away from my cabin, the thought that she might actually leave while I’m gone makes me sick to my stomach.For now, though, this council meeting is a lot more pressing than keeping Sable in my bed. If Lawson caught a whiff of me putting
SableThe cabin is calm and silent after Ridge leaves. I finish the bacon before moving on to the scrambled eggs, and even though the meal is as simple as it can get, it’s delicious—the bacon just the right amount of crispy, the eggs fluffy and moist. It hits the spot for me in a way no food has in a very long time.From what I’ve been able to tell, Ridge definitely lives alone in this small cabin. I’m touched that he went out of his way to cook me breakfast and to bring it to me in bed. He also wasn’t half bad at trying to be as non-threatening as possible. And I appreciate that too.That doesn’t mean you should stay, I think as I finish off my cooling coffee and put the empty mug back on the tray.But I’m torn. On the one hand, my fight-or-flight impulse has taken up what feels like permanent residence in my gut, and every nerve-ending in my body is screaming at me to run. Ignoring that self-preservation instinct that’s become so ingrained in me after life with my uncle feels like t