Two weeks passed. Rae could hardly believe that she had spent so much time at StonePaw, enough time that she knew some of the wolves' names and even learned the whole dynamic of the pack. StonePaw was quite different from BloodMoon, in every conceivable way. The organization that her mother insisted on was nowhere to be found in StonePaw. They were quite wild in their ways. Etiquette was something her mother learned when she visited the human world when she was a pup and ever since, she implemented it in all aspects of her life. She insisted that they eat with knives and forks. The employees were expected to set the table and cook in a sophisticated manner. It was no wonder that Rae couldn't shift. She hadn't been raised as a wolf. She was raised to resemble humans. It was hard to admit, but it was the sad truth. She wondered how Kara coped here in StonePaw. They were remarkably different from them.Living in StonePaw was the same as living at the camp. The only essential differenc
There was a knot on her throat. What male? Where? She couldn't believe that such a thing was happening to her. She couldn't imagine herself walking through the woods before bug that was exactly what she was currently doing. She wasn't wearing appropriate shoes. The thorns were pricking the uncovered parts of her feet and the skin itched unbearably. It was strange how a couple of weeks away from the forest changed her. Before, she was hiking barefoot. Now, sandals weren't enough to protect her. Negan was taking the lead. She was right behind him and the guard wolves were behind her. There were four of them so there was no escaping for her, even if she tried. The only way out of this was following Negan to see what he wanted from her and which male he was referring to. A lot of things were running through her mind. She didn't want to entertain any of her thoughts. The way he looked at her scared her badly. There was something wrong, that she had to know. Fooling herself was out of the
The walk back was less tense but Rae still sensed that there was something dark about the way Negan looked at her. She didn’t know if her quick thinking had been enough. She couldn’t say that she wasn’t proud of the lies she managed to come up with in the last minute. Sure, she implicated Keegan, but that was exactly what he told her to do to save herself. But somehow, that wasn’t enough for him. Of course, he had the right to be suspicious. She was conspiring against him and working with Keegan on the low. She believed in Keegan’s story despite his convincing lies and knew what Keegan would do to him as soon as the opportunity arose. She was the worst kind of betrayer, the one that as close to him as a shadow. He confided in her about his pain and she felt no real sympathy but acted as if she felt his pain. Or maybe she did. She would only be able to answer the question once she was a safe distance away from him. She couldn’t tell at the moment. She was lying to him (and to herself
Rae was right. She didn't sleep a wink even though her body was crying out for rest. The long walk paired with the late dinner exhausted her physically, but how could she sleep when she knew that the male was in the house, somewhere beneath her in a cellar, perhaps being tortured as she twisted and turned in bed by Negan for information on Keegan. She was concerned for many reasons; firstly, she couldn’t be sure if he knew about Keegan’s whereabouts or not. She didn’t know where Negan had found him. Chances were that he did, because Keegan seemed to trust him. He was the hunter, after all, the one who gathered the extra meat for her to eat. He also entrusted him with her, and since she knew Keegan well, that meant something. Also, the male knew that there was something between them. He knew Keegan left without her because he wanted her to be protected. He also knew that she followed him because she couldn’t fathom the thought of not being with him while he fought with StonePaw. Sh
Rae hadn't stopped thinking about the male. He had helped her. He had even saved her life once. She couldn't not think about him and how unfair it was that Negan's wolves could just grab him and drag him here to torture and question. She didn't accept that in her heart, even if the roles were reversed. But, of course, the only reason why she had given him a thought was because she knew him. Although she didn’t attach much importance to him before, she could not forget that if he hadn’t intervened that day in the woods, she would be perhaps dead or scarred for life. So now that he was in the same position as her, how could she do nothing?It was unfair that everyone who supported Keegan was abandoning a fellow friend who was considered Keegan’s Beta. If Keegan considered him a Beta, it meant that he was entirely trustworthy. He hadn’t even told Rae that before bug perhaps things were different now. She hadn’t seen him in a ridiculously long time. So much had changed, she imagined. Bu
Rae stood in the middle of the living room for the longest time. She didn't know what to do. She felt lost, mentally and physically. Alone. She was now alone in StonePaw. She had no allies, no one who was associated with Keegan. Nothing. All she had was fear and a sense of impending doom. She knew she couldn't stand in the middle of the living room forever. She couldn't be associated with the escape. But what would she do now? She could try to follow them. She opened the door and peered outside. There wasn't anyone around. She had a good chance of escaping even though she didn't know where everyone was headed. If she was lucky, she could find someone along the way. She was about to take a step when a voice said behind her, "Are you going somewhere, Rae?"It was Negan. She tried not to panic but it was impossible. She looked at him over her shoulder. He had a frown between his brows and his lips were pressed together. He looked genuinely confused. "I was going outside for some fres
Negan slumped to the floor. Rae fell beside him and clutched her throat as she tried to catch her breath. Her neck hurt badly. She gulped in deep breaths of air but even that didn't feel enough. She glanced at him and saw that he was still thankfully unconscious. She didn't have much time left. She didn't know when he would wake up. She stood up on shaky legs and stepped over his body. She could've sworn that she felt his hand close around her ankle but when she looked down, she saw that his arm was firmly on the ground at a strange angle. To her dismay, she saw something else. Something that scared her more than anything else. There was a small pool of blood around his head. It was as dark as the midnight sky. She stepped back quickly and pressed herself against the wall. She had killed him. She killed Negan of StonePaw. The few seconds that she spent staring at him in shock felt like minutes. She had to go. Killing an Alpha was punishable by death. Considering she was a rogue
Rae didn't find any sign of life whatsoever and she had been on the road for a little over a day. She was exhausted but the reason why she didn't rest wasn't because she thought that she was being followed. It was because she had to keep going so she could find food and water. The last time she drank water was early in the morning and she hadn't even had lunch at StonePaw the day before. She was starving and exhausted, and what was worse was that she didn't have any prospects. There was no indication that rain would fall or that any animal, even a rat, would cross her path. If she stopped, she'd die either of hunger or thirst. Getting used to her new nose was fascination but scary. She could smell everything quite well, even the grass had a strong scent, so she knew if she couldn't smell an animal it meant that there wasn't any prey nearby. When Keegan told her that hunting was getting increasingly difficult, she didn't attach too much importance to it. Now she knew what he truly