All Chapters of Bound To The Wolfe: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DREAEverything happened so fast.August is pulling me to the ground fast.Vance and Cole got out of the car to shield us from any incoming bullets.August is getting me into the car.August rounded the car just as another bullet sounded in the air.I screamed, covering my ears as I watched the bullet hit the glass but not shatter it.My heart pounded rapidly against my chest and my body shook.August entered the driver's seat, immediately turning on the car and zooming off.His gaze stayed fixated on the road as he sped away from the scene.What just happened?What was that?We were getting shot at.By who?“You’re bleeding!” I screamed, looking at August with wide eyes.“What?” He asked, briefly looking at me before turning his attention back to the road.“Your arm.” I pointed at his suit jacket which was now ripped and soaked with blood.His blood.He looked down at his arm, as if not realizing that he had just shot.“Oh.” He said.Oh?Wasn’t he in pain?“Where’s my phone?” He aske

DREADr Anthony wrapped a bandage around his wound after properly treating it to prevent an infection.“That should do it for now.” Dr Anthony said, putting his equipment back into his bag.August stood up, his chest still bare and the necklace dangling from his neck.“You should change the bandage every three days and come into the hospital in two weeks to remove the stitches.” He instructed. “Also don’t get it wet.”August nodded.“Thank you Dr Anthony,” I said, standing up and walking him out of the wing.“You should’ve gotten checked.” I heard August say.I turned around to see him walking into his room.I just stood there in the living room, not saying anything.After a minute, he walked back in wearing a clean shirt and joggers.“Come sit.” He said, taking a seat on one of the sofas.I slowly made my way towards him and took a seat on the couch opposite him.My eyes darted down to the chain on his neck.The pendant was now tucked into his shirt.“That’s a pretty necklace,” I sa

DREA“It’s you,” I mumbled, my eyes tearing up.August immediately put his shirt back on and made a move to get up and leave when I held him back.“Wait.” I grabbed onto his forearm, and he froze.“Please,” I begged. “Please just tell me the truth.”He stood there saying nothing for a while before I heard him sigh loudly.He slowly turned around, running a hand through his hair and taking a seat on the couch I fell asleep on.“You got hurt trying to save me before.” A sob escaped my mouth. “And you got hurt trying to save me again?” I looked up at him, my vision blurred with tears.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I cried, using my palms to cover my face as sobs racked through my body.“You lost every memory with me in it. I thought telling you would cause certain complications.” He mumbled, his eyes on the floor.Complications?What complications?“The doctors back then said it was some kind of trauma response to being attacked.” He explained.“You still should’ve told me,” I said, wiping

AUGUSTI groaned, putting on my suit jacket and carrying my briefcase.Why was it so hot today?I slowly walked out of my wing in the direction of the kitchen with my head pounding against my skull.I needed something to wake me up.I don’t know why I was feeling like this.“Hey!” I looked up to see Drea smiling at me.That smile.I would do anything to see that every day.“Morning.” I smiled lazily at her and made my way to the coffee machine.“Are you okay?” She asked.After popping a coffee pod into the machine, I turned around, facing her while resting on the kitchen counter.I breathed out, clearing my sore throat.“Yeah, I am.” I managed to huff out.Her face frowned as she made her way to me.She raised her hand and placed the back of it on my forehead.I shuddered when her cold hand made contact with my skin.“You’re burning up!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening.“No, I’m not.” I replied, placing my hand on my sweaty forehead.“You're running a fever.” She said, crossing her a

DREAIt had been hours since I last saw August.After discovering that someone was listening in on our conversations, everyone left and he began barking orders over the phone.I had to go back to my room to give him space.My body shuddered at the thought of someone planting a recording device in the house.Who could it be?One of the staff?A visitor?Who?Were there any in my room?Who would want to listen in on our conversations?And why?And August.He was supposed to be resting.He had barely recovered.I looked at the time on my phone.7:02 pm.It was dinner time.He needed to get something to eat.Should I go and meet him?Probably not.But he is sick.He’s been moving around the house since the discovery.Standing up from the couch, I decided to go and tell him.I walked out of my wing to see the house in complete chaos.There were a lot of people inside.And when I said a lot.I meant it.These people had some device in their hands as they walked around the house, using it to