Page 8 of Rescued By The Wolf

“I should get dressed,” she says, and I know I need to leave.

I hate to leave my mate, but I know that I need to check in with work and get something to eat. I should probably sleep a few hours as well.

“I’ll see you later,” I promise her, and she nods.

“Bye, Flint.”

“See you later, Sophie.”

I crawl out of the tent and look around for Roger and Sophie’s mom. They’re over with the rest of the group. I see Roger glare in my direction and I glare right back.

We can’t leave her here alone, my wolf snaps, and I grit my teeth.

We’ll be back to look after her soon, I promise my wolf. We’ll keep her safe.

We both hate it, but I turn and head off towards my place.

Soon, I think as I disappear into the woods.

FIVE

Sophie

I should have gone with Flint.

Today has been a disaster, and now that it’s almost time to go to bed, I feel like I might throw up. I’ve been doing my best to avoid my mom and stepdad all day, but the group is small so that was almost impossible.

I knew today was going to suck as soon as I climbed out of my tent and had my mom dig her nails into my arm as she dragged me away to snap at me. She was pissed with what happened last night and demanded that I apologize to Roger for treating him like a predator. I had refused and tried to talk to her about it, but she wouldn’t listen to me.

Things have been icy between us today to say the least.

My eyes stray towards where Flint told me his cabin was, and for the millionth time, I wish I had asked to go with him this morning. I’m sure that my day would have been a lot better if I had stuck with him instead.

“I think that I’m going to turn in,” I mumble to the group.

No one really pays me any mind as I shuffle off towards my tent. A sense of unease passes over me and I can’t help but remember last night.

Surely Roger wouldn’t try it again tonight. I mean, he’d have to be crazy to.

Unless, he was feeling desperate…

What if this whole trip was his way to get to me? I mean, I just graduated college and I’ve barely been back in their house. Maybe he didn’t want to risk it at home. Maybe he thought that out here, where there was no one else around would be better.

Anxiety spikes inside of me, and I glance over my shoulder to the fire where everyone is still sitting. My heart jumps into my throat when I see that Roger is watching me, a determined look on his face.

I need to get out of here.

It’s the only thought that I have as I turn and duck behind the nearby tents. I make my way towards the hill that leads to Flint’s cabin and then start to hurry up it. I don’t look back as I go, afraid of what I might see or, more specifically who, I might see behind me.

I reach the top of the hill and find the trail that Flint told me about. I dig my phone out of my pocket, but I don’t have any service. I flip on the flashlight and shine it down at the ground as I start to make my way down the trail.

A branch snaps behind me and I let out a yelp, spinning around and shining the flashlight to try to see what that was. I’m alone on the trail though.

My heart is beating out of control, and I swallow hard and turn around. I pick up my pace, tripping over roots and small branches as I rush down the path.

Then, a dark shadow falls over me, and I scream as I spin around and come face to face with my stepdad.

“Where are you sneaking off to?” He asks, but he sounds different.

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