The escape
“Call me when you land sweetheart.”
“I will”
As the line went dead, tears streamed down my face. I’m not sure if they were of sadness or relief, nevertheless, I let them fall, finally. I took a deep breath to gather myself, you’re doing the right thing, it will be ok, he’ll never find you, you can stop running. My mind kept trying to convince myself, but as I let the thoughts and emotions overwhelm me, I started to tremble. God, I’m so messed up.
I was woken from my restless sleep by the rattling around me. What the heck was going on? Mick looked back at me from the cockpit. His weathered face panicked. The aircraft shook, my stomach was churning, this is not good, this can’t be happening. I braced myself, fear consuming me, a feeling I was all too familiar with. I heard Mick say” I’m sorry”, at least I thought he said that before everything stopped, and darkness took me.
I tried to move, open my eyes but nothing. I felt numb. I could hear sounds, rustling, but I was helpless to respond. After everything I’ve been through, I’m going to die here. Wait, where was here? Or maybe I’m already dead, please let that be true. I felt something grab my jacket. I tried again to force my eyes open. As my eyelids fluttered, 2 giant yellow orbs were staring back at me. They growled at me. Holy shit, they growled at me. Everything quieted and darkness came for me again.
“Gabe, we found the plane.”
“Any survivors?”
“1, a female but she’s in really bad shape, I don’t like her chances.”
“Where is she now?”
“We’ve taken her to the infirmary.”
“I’ll be there soon” Jacob nodded and left the room.
Great, another headache I didn’t need. I felt restless, my wolf was pacing back and forth, I needed sleep or a stiff drink. Something was off but that would have to wait. I let my head fall into my hands, come on Gabe, you got this.
I stood in the doorway, overcome with the sight before me. She lay there, tubes everywhere, machines beeping, her auburn locks framing her face. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, frozen by her intoxicating scent. It was overwhelming, all consuming. How can this be real, how can she be real? Our pack doctor waltzed in, freeing me from my stupor. I straightened my shoulders.
