Page 92 of Wolf Tormented
She has to be okay. She better not be in the hands of the government pricks. I will burn the world and destroy any who try to fucking hurt her.
As I near the mountains at the edge of my territory and Kyle’s, the wind shifts, and the faint scent of citrus and vanilla tickles my nose.
She’s been here. At least close enough to scent her on the breeze. My wolf yips, but the relief is short lived when other scents mix with hers.
Humans,I say through the pack link.They are by the mountains on the edge of the territory. Jara is close.
Alex is the first to respond.Shit. What are your orders, alpha?
Destroy the traps and anything else you can reach. I’m going to follow the scent.
I’m trotting along and following the scent before I finish speaking through the link. I need to find her and get her out of there before the worst happens.
Panic fills me as the fur on my back stands on end. What if the worst has already happened? What if they have already gotten away with her? I can’t fucking lose her.
Every horrible thing I’ve said and done to her blasts through my mind, and my wolf whimpers. I don’t fucking deserve her.
She’s perfect and strong, but that’s the problem, right? She’s too perfect for me not to fall for her, and if I’m being honest with myself, I already have.
I’ve fallen hard. Fuck. I’ve got to get her back. I need to know she’s okay.
A shot cracks through the air like a bolt of lightning. It echoes through the forest so loud that I can’t tell exactly where it came from.
Alpha?Alex says through the link.
I’m fine. I think it was a gunshot, but it’s too far away.
Another shot and then a long mournful howl burst through my oversensitive ears. Jara.
Is that Jara?Alex’s panicked voice screams through the link.
Yes, they fucking got her. What the fuck?
What do we do, alpha?Patrick asks calmly.
You and John head to the border by the mountains. That’s where their scents are strongest. Don’t do anything, though. Just watch. We don’t know what shape she might be in.
The humans shot my mate. I bolt through the trees, desperate to get to the place where she’s been shot. My paws fly over the snow and underbrush as I dart between the trees.
A metallic scent unlike anything I’ve smelled in my forest burns at my nose. It’s unnatural and wrong.
What the fuck did they bring out here?
I follow the scent to where it’s strongest, but the humans are already gone. Two small darts lie on the forest floor next to a depression in the snow that looks eerily like a wolf body.
I snarl as I follow the scent of the humans and my mate. How did they capture her? What was in those darts? Was it poison or something to make her easy to transport?
The humans have her. They shot her with some kind of dart.
Fuck,Alex barks through the link.
I race through the mountains and jump over fallen logs, never letting the scent get away from me, even though one swift breeze could blow it away and I may never find her.
At the base of the mountain on the territory line sits a truck. It’s running with its lights shining bright in the freezing night.
I hold back a bark of outrage as two men carry Jara’s unconscious wolf into a cage in the back of the truck.
Her russet fur is caked with snow, and her body is limp. Is she dead? Please don’t let her be dead.
