Page 32 of Wolf Trapped
“I have no idea what goes through some of their brains. I think they forgot how Archer’s father was and have become lax. Archer is nothing like that madman, but I fear he will have to remind them what it is to be a pack by becoming like him.”
“What was he like?” I ask out of morbid curiosity and sheer boredom.
“Brutal and ruthless. It was his way or the door. Archer got the majority of his rage, but if these assholes pulled with him what they have been pulling this past week, they would be in far worse shape than John.” Angela shudders.
“So, how are you dealing?” I ask cautiously. She doesn’t talk about her emotions, but this can’t be easy for her.
“I went through his cabin the other day to clean it out and send things to his mother in her pack, and I found what can only be a mating gift.” She whispers.
“Oh, Angela. I’m sorry. You should have waited until all this craziness was over, and I would have helped you. You shouldn’t have had to do that on your own.” I wrap an arm around her.
“I wasn’t alone. It’s very strange. Alex has been overly helpful and a lot less leery toward me.” She shudders. Alex is a hothead and can be an asshole, but maybe he’s not so bad.
“Alex helped you? Without question?” I widen my eyes in shock. I guess people can change.
“He did. He offered to help and went with me to gather the pack for John’s punishment. He offered to do that too. I’m a little concerned for his sanity, frankly.” She chuckles.
“Wow.” That is truly shocking. “Maybe Jacob’s death was a wake-up call for him.”
“That’s the only thing I can think of for the sudden change. We got pushback from him on the patrols just a week ago, and then Jacob…” she takes a deep breath through her nose. “He changed his whole fucking tune after that. It’s strange.”
Angela stands and walks to the door. ”I gotta go just wanted to check on you.” She walks out the door and locks it behind her, leaving me alone once again.
Fucking alpha needs to let me out of here before I lose my fucking mind.
Two fucking weeks.
I have been stuck in this bedroom for two weeks with no one for company but Angela. Since the day he brought me the tablet to read on, Archer only comes in at night and sleeps silently next to me. It doesn’t help me with the bitter loneliness.
Punishing him by buying too much shit I don’t need didn’t make me feel better, either. He told me to buy whatever I wanted, so I guess it’s not punishing him if I do what he says. It doesn’t help the homesickness. I need to talk to my mom.
“Any sign of the wolf yet?” I ask Angela as she walks in the door.
“Nope. We haven’t even smelled him in the woods in two weeks.” She grumbles. “He’s probably gone, but the alpha wants to be sure.”
“I need to run. I’m going stir crazy here, and my wolf is ready to riot.” I set the e-reader to the side and get up off the bed.
“You know what the alpha will say.” She shakes her head sadly.
“Yeah, this coming from someone who has probably never been locked in a room this long and unable to shift,” I growl out. She doesn’t understand.
My wolf thrashes below the surface, nearly feral in her need to take over. I’m afraid she will force a shift and destroy everything in the room if we go on like this much longer.
“Hey, there’s no need to be like that with me. I didn’t do this. I am here to help relieve some of the burdens on you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just seriously close to losing control.” I shrug and cover my face with my hands taking deep, calming breaths.
“We can see what Archer says, but I doubt he will budge on this. He’s still on edge.” She sighs, drumming her fingers on the table in front of her.
“Fine. Do it fast, though. If my wolf takes over, I have a feeling this room will be destroyed.” I sit back on the bed.
“I can’t make any guarantees. You know that.” She says as she rushes from the room. My eye twitches, and my wolf snarls in my head. She wants out right now, and I don’t know how long I can hold her back.
I pick up the book where I left off in an attempt to distract myself. The device is actually very helpful, and I love being able to find whatever I want to read. There are millions of books of all different kinds. I stumbled on a book that makes me giggle. Humans have the strangest imaginations when it comes to the supernatural.
“Is that a good book?” Archer’s voice startles me, and I yelp.
“It is. It’s distracting me enough that I don’t feel like my wolf is going to rip out of my skin.” I set the tablet aside. “What is that?”
