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her mind in its abruptness. A figure burst through the door of the cabin, but it wasn’t the soldier, it was the face of her step-father and he was smirking down at her hatefully.
“You ungrateful bitch,” he snapped at her, teeth elongated into hideous fangs.
“You thought you could just leave? You can never leave!”
The growl of a wolf felt close behind her neck. “You belong to me!”
A huff of hot hair blew into her nose, she could almost feel him against her.
Fingers wrapped around her throat, choking, tightening.
“I do what I please with you!”
“Don’t—!” Melissa gasped.
“You are mine! MINE!”
She threw a hand into the air, slapping at the nightmares with hysterical sobs.
“Stop! Stop! NO!”
Hands, big and warm, wrapped around her wrists, and a voice filtered into her ears even as she felt her heart beat drum against her head.
“…sa, Melissa…hey. Hey, Melissa.”
Tears ran cold down her eyes and into her ears, dragging awkward sensations into her hairline. She came to, feeling the drag and spin of nightmares fade to the back of her mind when she saw the familiar face of her savior through the soft light of a dying fire.
She was gasping, eyes wide the more she felt her body return to reality. She was shivering, her head was splitting.
Melissa nearly squeaked when she felt him press the back of a hand against her cheeks. She heard him sigh through his nose.
“You went and got yourself sick, didn’t you?”
His voice was soft, gentle. A sharp contrast from the cold tone from several hours ago.
“Don’t make me go back to him,” Melissa slurred, feeling her voice fall from her mouth sloppily.
Her head wouldn’t stop pounding. “Please… please…”
“Shh,” her savior soothed, caressing her face with a couple of fingers, yet her mind was still swimming, and she didn’t know whether or not it was real.
Even then she could feel as though she was still being hunted, as though she could hear wolves snarling at her neck.
“Drink this…”
“Please…” the word was a chant on her lips that was drowned when she felt something warm press against her tongue.
The liquid tasted funny, almost bitter, but gentle in its touch as it ran down her throat. She drank, nearly coughing it up when she nearly threw it down her mouth.
“Easy,” she heard his voice say, felt his hand support her jaw.
“Take it slow.”
“Mom…” Melissa whispered, feeling tears well in her eyes.
“He killed her… he killed my mom. He killed her like he’ll kill me…”
“No one is going to kill you, Melissa…”
She was drifting again, feeling something cool press against her forehead.
“You’re safe here.”
“Are you sure?” her fingers tugged on fabric, blanket or shirt, she couldn’t tell.
“Yes, I’m sure. You’re safe… I promise.”
Tears clung to her lashes, making her vision fracture and the pounding of her head intensify.
“I don’t—I don’t even know…your name…”
“It’s Barrett.”
Barrett… she felt it in her mouth like she felt the warm drink and it brought her peace. Barrett.
“Sleep, Melissa.”
“Stay…” She whimpered, already feeling her mind drift away deeper and deeper into darkness.
“Stay with me…”
“I’ll stay.” And she felt something press against her lips, the touch of fingers or another taste of drink, she didn’t know. Melissa exhaled and remembered nothing else.
Chapter 5
A clammy sweat stuck into her skin and made her shiver with disgust the following day. It had been early evening when she first came to, feeling light and better than she had before. Her mind no longer spun and her chest even felt clear of aches and pains.
Her body still felt droopy with fatigue but she would rather be able to sit up straight and woozy than in the delirium her mind was caged within.
When she pushed the blanket off, Melissa sought out signs of life and felt some respite when she noticed the flames in the
“You ungrateful bitch,” he snapped at her, teeth elongated into hideous fangs.
“You thought you could just leave? You can never leave!”
The growl of a wolf felt close behind her neck. “You belong to me!”
A huff of hot hair blew into her nose, she could almost feel him against her.
Fingers wrapped around her throat, choking, tightening.
“I do what I please with you!”
“Don’t—!” Melissa gasped.
“You are mine! MINE!”
She threw a hand into the air, slapping at the nightmares with hysterical sobs.
“Stop! Stop! NO!”
Hands, big and warm, wrapped around her wrists, and a voice filtered into her ears even as she felt her heart beat drum against her head.
“…sa, Melissa…hey. Hey, Melissa.”
Tears ran cold down her eyes and into her ears, dragging awkward sensations into her hairline. She came to, feeling the drag and spin of nightmares fade to the back of her mind when she saw the familiar face of her savior through the soft light of a dying fire.
She was gasping, eyes wide the more she felt her body return to reality. She was shivering, her head was splitting.
Melissa nearly squeaked when she felt him press the back of a hand against her cheeks. She heard him sigh through his nose.
“You went and got yourself sick, didn’t you?”
His voice was soft, gentle. A sharp contrast from the cold tone from several hours ago.
“Don’t make me go back to him,” Melissa slurred, feeling her voice fall from her mouth sloppily.
Her head wouldn’t stop pounding. “Please… please…”
“Shh,” her savior soothed, caressing her face with a couple of fingers, yet her mind was still swimming, and she didn’t know whether or not it was real.
Even then she could feel as though she was still being hunted, as though she could hear wolves snarling at her neck.
“Drink this…”
“Please…” the word was a chant on her lips that was drowned when she felt something warm press against her tongue.
The liquid tasted funny, almost bitter, but gentle in its touch as it ran down her throat. She drank, nearly coughing it up when she nearly threw it down her mouth.
“Easy,” she heard his voice say, felt his hand support her jaw.
“Take it slow.”
“Mom…” Melissa whispered, feeling tears well in her eyes.
“He killed her… he killed my mom. He killed her like he’ll kill me…”
“No one is going to kill you, Melissa…”
She was drifting again, feeling something cool press against her forehead.
“You’re safe here.”
“Are you sure?” her fingers tugged on fabric, blanket or shirt, she couldn’t tell.
“Yes, I’m sure. You’re safe… I promise.”
Tears clung to her lashes, making her vision fracture and the pounding of her head intensify.
“I don’t—I don’t even know…your name…”
“It’s Barrett.”
Barrett… she felt it in her mouth like she felt the warm drink and it brought her peace. Barrett.
“Sleep, Melissa.”
“Stay…” She whimpered, already feeling her mind drift away deeper and deeper into darkness.
“Stay with me…”
“I’ll stay.” And she felt something press against her lips, the touch of fingers or another taste of drink, she didn’t know. Melissa exhaled and remembered nothing else.
Chapter 5
A clammy sweat stuck into her skin and made her shiver with disgust the following day. It had been early evening when she first came to, feeling light and better than she had before. Her mind no longer spun and her chest even felt clear of aches and pains.
Her body still felt droopy with fatigue but she would rather be able to sit up straight and woozy than in the delirium her mind was caged within.
When she pushed the blanket off, Melissa sought out signs of life and felt some respite when she noticed the flames in the
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