All Chapters of Big Bad Werewolf : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I curled up on the thin blanket someone had shoved through the bars at me. I closed my eyes and controlled my breathing and pretended to sleep. Most of the Hunters were sleeping for real, nursing their injuries as dawn approached. Their combined snoring was enough to wake the dead. Regardless, I would never be able to sleep like this. In a cage, cold, heartbroken and betrayed by the wolf I loved.Wow, was MY picker broken! I should never be allowed to choose my own Mate, ever again! If only I had stayed faithful to Braiden…Braiden! I thought with a pang of deep-seated regret. Braiden who had paid for my disloyalty with his life! If only he were here now!I opened my eyes as a few silent tears slipped out, and at first I thought I was seeing things. A trick of the light! I blinked. But it was still there. A large white wolf. Was it a ghost?!‘Braiden?!’ I whispered tentatively in my mind.‘Yes, Misha, it’s me.’ His voice drifted through my mind, soothingly familiar. My body sh

The Leader stood in front of my cage and stared at me like he wanted to dissect my insides. It made me highly uncomfortable, tho not nearly as uncomfortable as having to pee in the canteen with everyone around, watching. But I had to go. I tossed it out of the cage in disgust and the leader picked it up, opened it, and stuck a swab of some kind into it. I stared at him in confusion for a second then I was hit with a fresh new horror. He was doing a pregnancy test! He pulled the swab out after a moment and the Hunters all clustered around. Red and Braiden stared on, looking grim.Men.I, of course, already knew the answer. Finally the leader lifted his bald head and looked at me. “It’s positive. She’s pregnant.”Red stared at me with an unreadable expression now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked oddly stricken for being such a Judas! Braiden looked away and spat blood off into the bushes. Poor man. I felt for him. I didn’t feel bad for Red. Or, at least, that’s w

I clawed at my throat.Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF!!!Panic lunged at me from every angle. The cage seemed to be shrinking at an alarming rate. Or was I getting bigger, filling up with panic like a helium balloon, about to burst with the escalating pressure.Pain seared through my body. My vision was all but black. Only distantly was I aware of lying on the floor of the cage, trembling violently. A low whine escaped my throat, I was unable to control it Vaguely I was aware of them opening the cage door, then Red’s hands running over me. Gently. Touching my hair. Picking me up off the cold floor of the cage.I was back in human form now. I could still feel the magical collar around my throat. Choking me. Constricting my throat so that I could hardly breathe. “Hey, hey, stay with me, baby. I’m right here.” I heard Red’s voice rumble through me. My head was now resting against his chest, damn him, and he felt all big and strong and warm and I felt safe, which was the most crue

“Alright, enough lollygagging around, ladies!” Lars raised his voice enough to be heard by everyone in the clearing but not so much that he was shouting.He was a man who commanded attention with very little effort. Maybe it was the Death in his cold, dark eyes. “Time to move out. We move light and we move swift. We got our quarry and then some. Time to head back to base. A special unite will be sent back to retrieve the bodies of our fallen comrades.”There was some light grumbling and shifting of weight from the men, creaking leather and the metallic click-click of guns being checked, rechecked, and holstered. The men clearly didn’t like this bit, not one bit, but they dissented to their honored Leader. Just like a real Pack.I sneered around at them all. I only wish my kind had managed to kill more of theirs.“I know, I know. I don’t like it either.” Lars said, but he sounded resolute, if world/road weary. “But orders is orders and the asset must be secured.” He looked at me.I gu

On and on we walked, until I swear my bare feet were bleeding. Finally, twilight fell in golden ribbons across the land. The birds finished their evening songs and then the frogs took over, picking up the next shift. Whoever said the forest was quiet had clearly never BEEN to the forest. We had long since left behind the Aspen Pack territory. We had passed the fork in the trail that had led off to the Bracken Ridge where Braiden had first told me I was to be his Mate. I had never gone on further beyond that point.Now we were traveling through an unfamiliar forest, a darker, wilder forest. Branches and bracken gained swiped at me and tore at my prisoner clothes with every other step, I swore, and soon I was a stinging bloodied mess. I barely even noticed these physical inconveniences, tho. All I could think about was my pack, my poor dear Grandma. We’re they ok? Had Red found them yet?If he hurt them, I swear not only would I never forgive him, I would tear him limb from limb wit