Page 69 of Wolf Tormented
Jara
The pain in my stomach is blinding as I try and fail to grasp something that will give me the leverage to pull myself from the hole.
“Where the fuck is everyone?” I try to scream, but the pressure on my stomach doesn’t allow enough air to escape, so I barely croak.
I’m going to die. Blood runs down my stomach, wetting my sweater. My wolf howls in my head, trying to take over to save us, but that’s a terrible idea.
If I shift, my much smaller wolf will fall into the hole, and who knows what will happen.
The stairs creak, and I freeze. Are the stairs going to break more? Shit.
I dig my fingers into the scarred wood of the step until they turn white with my desperation not to fall.
Where did everyone go? Why can’t anyone hear me scream for help? We are shifters with superior hearing.
Someone should be able to hear my screams.
Why do I have to be so clumsy? My breaths rattle in my chest, and fear hot and fierce pours through me.
I’m going to die. Will Archer think I did this to escape him? Will he even care, or will he just bring in some rogue to take my place?
Gods, I need to stop hoping for my mate to save me. He doesn’t care.
Another creak fills the air, and the piece of the stair piercing my stomach digs in even more. Did it stab an organ?
My wolf thrashes in my head and pushes at my shields to take over, but I force her back.
No, we will fall—probably to our death,I scold my wolf.
A mournful howl sounds in my mind. She doesn’t agree with me. She wants to shift to protect. But it won’t protect us.
The only way out of this is to go up, and if I shift, it’s either going to dig this stair deeper into my gut or I will plummet I don’t even know how far into this hole.
I have to pull myself up. I grip the lip of the step and struggle to heave myself up, but the effort digs the stair deeper into my stomach.
I cry out as more black dots my vision. How long can I hold onto this stair? Where is Angela? She’s supposed to be with me.
Did she go somewhere with Patrick? Fuck.
McKenna’s gone too. I scream in pain again as I slip, and the stair cuts into my chest. Is this really the way I’m going to die?
That’s so disappointing.
I nearly chuckle at my own words, but I cough instead, and blood sprays from my lips. Fuck, I’m coughing up blood now?
I slip a little more, and the stair digs into my chest even harder. Tears stream from my eyes in rivers.
I always thought I would have a good life as an alpha female, but as my life flashes before my eyes, I realize it was all a lie. I fell hard for my mate, but he will never love me the way I deserve.
Maybe it’s a mercy that my life might be ending because of a freak accident.
Living a lifetime with a man that will never value and love me is a worse torture than the wood sticking into my stomach.
My fingers slip, and I fall a little farther, ripping open the wound in my stomach even further. I blink my eyes repeatedly as the black spots continue to dot my vision. My breathing is labored, and my chest aches with every heaving gasp.
How long can I stay like this? Can I hold on until Archer or Angela comes back?
That could be hours, and my fingers are cramping with every second. I don’t even know how long I can last.
