Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
She doesn’t know it yet, but soon enough she’ll know exactly who she belongs to. She belongs to us. The Alphas of Dark Valley.
Emma
After hours of holding on, I’m so tired and my hands and thighs are killing me from gripping onto the wolf. My muscles are sore from straining for the hours that I’ve been on his back and my entire body is stinging from holding on with every jolt as the two werewolves raced through the forest. I think they enjoyed my reaction when they barreled through the trees and ducked under branches. My heavy breathing and tight grip on him only seemed to motivate the wolf to move harder and faster.
If I’m honest, it’s exhilarating. I can’t imagine anyone else has ever gotten to feel this before. Maybe their mates, the women they’ve chosen at offerings. My heart races yet again and I know I need to speak up the first chance I’m given. I have no idea where we’re going or what the shifters want with me, but I need them to know what I want.
It’s nearly pitch black out now and we’ve slowed down. The only light we have shines down from the crescent moon. I’m not sure what’s going on or where they’re taking me. We moved so fast that I lost track of where we are. I don’t think I could get home now even if I wanted to. Logically, I know I should be scared about the fact that I’m stranded and at their mercy, but instead I feel calm and protected. Maybe that makes me stupid, but at the moment I don’t seem to mind.
The noises of the night silence as we enter a small cave in the side of the mountain. It can barely fit both wolves, but they settle down and get comfortable, shifting their weight slightly. I’m finally given a moment to lift my body off the black wolf. I take a moment to stretch my sore muscles and rehearse in my head what I need to say first, though the ache of my body takes all my attention. Even my eyes are sore. I close my eyes, enjoying the free movement of my body. My heart jumps up into my throat and I scream as the black wolf’s teeth nip my hip. I throw my body off the wolf and hit my back hard against the jagged rock, shoving my small frame between the massive beast and the unmoving wall.
A snarl rips through the small cave, echoing off the walls. It’s then that I really take the situation for what it is. My heart races and my breath staggers as my back scrapes against the rock behind me. The wolves don’t seem to pay any attention to my reaction, instead they engage in a silent discussion. I recognize the way they look at each other and the small movements that mirror conversations. I part my lips to speak, but the white wolf stares back at me, silencing me before I’ve even uttered a word.
I press my lips together and restrain myself from cowering. If they intended to harm me, they would’ve done so already. The black wolf acts as a barrier between me and the white wolf. I feel safe with him between the two of us. Something about the white wolf makes me feel uneasy. My skin tingles and heats looking at him. Waiting for him. That’s the feeling that’s overwhelming me. I’m waiting for him to make a decision. And I have a bad feeling that when he does, I’m never going to be the same.
Just as I come to that realization, my protector stands and leaves the cave, freeing the space between me and the white wolf. I stand still against the wall, holding my breath as the tips of my fingers dig into the rock behind me. It’s only for a moment though. The other wolf returns and nudges me with his snout to the center of the cave, pushing me closer to the white wolf, exactly where I don’t want to be.
He’s obviously displeased with my hesitation and reluctance to be close to him. He lowers his body to the ground and closes his eyes, suddenly disinterested in my presence. I don’t feel any sense of relief though. The black wolf does the same behind me, lying low to the ground and resting. The two massive wolves come up past my hips while I’m standing, but being surrounded by the two of them is both exhilarating and intimidating. I’m left standing between the two, trapped in the small cave.
A moment passes and the chill of the night creeps through the thin tank top. My eyes search for the backpack, but I must’ve dropped it when I was startled earlier. Panic sets in. I could climb over the black wolf and dig between him and the wall, but I’m not sure how well that action would be received. I also don’t want to turn my back on the white wolf. I could speak, but I’m terrified to push boundaries. I’m not sure what the protocol is, but I know that when they’re ready to speak with me they will and if I’m smart, I’ll keep my mouth shut until then.