Braxton’s words lingered on Adira’s mind as they carried on walking. Neither of them spoke, too caught up in their own complex web of circumstances and problems and trying to figure out how they would get out of this okay. There seemed to be more things that could go wrong coming up as time went on and Adira didn’t know how she was going to get Camden to agree to help her. All she knew was that she needed his help. It was her only chance.It was Hope’s only chance.That was all that kept Adira going right now. Going to Camden wasn’t about her, she was out, going to Camden was about those she had left behind. It was about Hope and Brax and the numerous nameless faces she had seen only in fleeting moments as they were dragged around the warehouse but she had, for some reason, gained a sense of responsibility for. She had to help them because they weren’t in a position to help themselves - her pride and her fear would just have to deal with that. What she was less sure about was Braxton
It was tense as the two of them sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree. Tension seemed to follow the two of them a lot, lingering in the sidelines to rear its head given even the smallest of opportunities and it didn’t give Adira a great deal of confidence for the two of them working together with any great success.“Listen,” Braxton spoke after a couple of minutes, “I don’t know what kind of relationship your family had with Camden but he will only buy into those kinds of relationships if he has something to gain from them. Even getting into the pack…it’s not about relationships, Adira, it’s about transactions. It’s about what he needs or wants and how he can get it.”Adira looked confused as she tried to process this information, “He was around all the time when I was growing up. My parents wouldn’t do anything to put me and Brax in danger. Maybe they were different.”“Well, you can hope for that but it’s better to plan for the worst. You know, even when we get to Camden, there is n
Adira followed after Braxton, maintaining a reasonable distance between the two of them. She didn’t like how desperate it made her look, but she also didn't see another real solution right now.“Braxton, please, I didn’t mean-”“What?” Braxton snapped as he stopped and swung around to face Adira, making her jump, “What didn’t you mean? Because you were so desperate for my help yet somehow you can't trust me! Why would you even keep me around if that was the case? The guards are gone, why not dispose of me as soon as possible, right?”“It’s not like that.”“Then what is it like, Adira, because if you can’t trust me-”“I can!” she cut him off, “I do! I do.”For a moment, Braxton just stared at her, seemingly trying to assess how honest she was being with him. His suspicion was written across his face and Adira couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. Not because she cared about him but because she knew that she had been harsh and that she shouldn’t have reacted in the way she did. Especi
For a werewolf, Adira was horrible in nature.“I can handle adventure.”Braxton scoffed at the woman’s attempt at defending herself, amused by her insistence, but Adira simply rolled her eyes and pretended like his scepticism didn’t bother her. She wasn’t sure how successful she was being but she would assume not very if Braxton’s chuckling under his breath was any indication.“I’m just tired.”“And clumsy,” Braxton added with a cheeky smile.“I am not clumsy!”“You are too,” he teased, “I’ve seen you trip at least ten times and that’s only counting the past five minutes.”“Wow, more than once a minute? Some would call me an overachiever for that,” she countered in a dramatically amazed tone.Braxton simply raised an eyebrow at her and she huffed.“Fine, maybe I’m a little clumsy.”“A little?”“Don’t push it.”It wasn’t long before they reached the end of the path and returned to the depth of the woods. The trees provided plenty of opportunities to hide if they needed to and Adira cal
Tense didn’t even begin to describe the atmosphere between the two right now. Adira knew that she had made a risk by pushing Braxton as much as she had but there was too much on the line and too many other people at risk of getting hurt if he didn’t help her. Sure, she felt a little guilty for the way she had to go about it but she felt not even a hint of regret. The two of them walked along the rocky edge without a word, each of them stewing in their own frustration towards the other. Adira knew she was doing the right thing. She had left too many people behind to go back on her plan now. They were probably being tortured, slowly killed, even as she walked across the uneven ground, and no one else was coming to save them. One new enemy meant nothing compared to the numerous lives at stake.“This way,” Braxton broke the silence as he pulled back the branches of a bush to reveal a path.“Where the hell does that go?”“Does it matter? We are sitting ducks on this edge, we need to get o
There was definitely something strange about this woman. Of course that wasn’t Braxton’s main problem as he dragged her out of the water to lay on the rocky edge beside him. There was no getting out of this now; the guards had seen him and he doubted they would stop, especially while she was still free. Whatever the woman was running from was atrocious, he could tell that just by looking at her, but he knew better than to ask any direct questions about it. Even he wasn’t that insensitive.He kept an eye on Adira for a moment as he just sat on the rocks, wanting to make sure she was still breathing, at least. It would have been great to know that she couldn’t swim before he jumped off a ledge holding onto her but he tried to ignore the inconvenience given the circumstances.Once he had established that she was, in fact, breathing, he turned to face away from her. He slipped his shirt off, wringing it out to remove at least most of the water, even if he was just going to put it right ba