The Mournful Howl

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Chapter 4

Suddenly hissing in pain, Jayne fell to her knees gripping her side.

Gabriel tried to move forward to help her, but she held her knife up to stop him.

"Don't," she ordered, waiting for the pain to stop.

Yet another thing the Goddess had failed to grant her, quick healing.

It was one of the reasons she'd turned to cutting. Each cut caused pain for several days helping keep her centered and focused. If she needed a little jolt, all she had to do was dig her nails into the wound and the flair of instant pain brought her back to herself.

Worried about her, Gabriel rushed forward using his own combat training to disarm her quickly.

"Let go of me!" Jayne screamed, kicking a punching him as he lifted her into his arms.

Furious when she landed a painful blow to his cheek, Gabriel dropped her legs to the ground before crabbing a handful of hair at the base of her neck, a low growl escaping his throat.

Shaking her roughly, she finally seemed to get the message and stopped fighting.

Lifting her again, he carried her in silence to his own cabin. It was much closer than her'sand he had a first aid kit there to treat her wounds.

Laughing to his wolf, he joked about finally finding a way to shut her up.

Jayne plotted her escape, planning on what she'd do to this dick of a werewolf once she was free.

Yes he was bigger than she was, but she was pretty sure she was faster.

Reaching a clearing, Gabriel carried her through the front door of his home, setting her on a handmade chair, he quickly lit a fire before grabbing the first aid kit.

When his back was turned Jayne tried to make a run for it, but she felt his arm wrap around her waist before she was hoisted off the ground.

Screaming in agony as the move ripped her already injured stomach, Jayne saw starts dancing in front of her before he put her back down.

"Fuck," she hissed, lifting her shirt to reveal jagged tears on either side of each cut.

Feeling more irritated than guilty, Gabriel held up his index finger.

Pointing at the door, he then turned back to her waving his finger back and forth in the 'no-no' motion one might use on a toddler.

"Yeah, yeah," she said angrily, "don't try to leave."

Nodding, he stood and walked back to his kitchen, returning with a basin of water and a towel.

Gingerly, he began to clean the wound, pausing when she hissed or whimpered in pain.

Once it was clean, he pressed a clean towel over the still oozing slices.

Blowing his hair out of his face, Gabriel dug out his pad and pen.

'Heal?' he wrote, showing her the page.

"No," Jayne sighed, shaking her head. "I don't have a wolf."

Seeing the confused expression on his face, she laughed with scorn.

"What?" she asked. "You've never heard of a werewolf without a wolf?"

Looking at her face, he could see the years of pain etched there. She was like him. A freak that the rest of her pack shunned.

Moving towards her, Gabriel wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her to him. Gingerly, he began to run his tongue over each of the injuries knowing his saliva would help with the healing process better than any human medicine could.

Jayne didn't realize what he had planned until she felt the moist tip of the appendage make the initial contact.

Gasping in surprise, she tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but stopped when she felt the tips of Gabriel's fingers digging into her hip.

As he licked and cleaned her cuts, he noticed that her entire stomach was covered with thin scars indicating that she did this to herself a lot.

Grimacing, he finished what he was doing before opened a pack of sterile gauze and placed them on her stomach until the whole area was covered.

Finally, he opened a large elastic bandage and began wrapping it all the way around her torso, pausing when his head accidentally brushed against Jayne's soft breast before completing the job.

"Thanks," she said, pulling her shirts down. "Can I leave now?"

Gabriel was tempted to make her stay, but he had no right to keep her there if she didn't want to stay.

Pushing himself up to his feet, he held out his hand indicating she could go.

Seeing that he was following her, Jayne turned and reached for her knife, having forgotten that he'd knocked it out of her hands when he'd first grabbed her.

"Fuck," she moaned, "now I have to go find it. That was my favorite knife."

Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, Gabriel pulled the blade from the back of his belt.

Jayne reached for it, but he snatched it back quickly.

'No more cutting,' he wrote on his pad.

"Fuck you," Jayne replied, placing her hands on her hips. "I will do whatever I want. Ever heard of 'my body, my choice'?"

Shrugging his shoulder, he moved to put it back in his belt.

"Alright," she said quickly, a look of fear on her face at the thought of loosing it.

'Promise!' Gabriel demanded.

"Fine," she spat, "I promise not to cut myself."

Snatching the blade, Jayne danced back from him sliding it into its sheath.

"At least with this one," she called, running away from him at top speed.

Groaning, Gabriel gave chase, catching her just as she reached the back door of her cabin.

Pinning her against the wood, he reached around her waist in search of the knife, pausing when he felt the tip of it poking at his crotch.

"Back the fuck up," Jayne ordered, adding pressure to get her point across.

"You don't want me to bother you, fine!" she said, forcing him backwards, "But let's get something straight right here and now.

"You are not my Alpha or my mate," she hissed, anger making her face red, "you don't even fucking know me, so don't you ever try to control me again.

"I may not have a wolf," she continued, a lifetime of rage making her bitter, "but I can still cut a bitch!"

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