Running with Bears

Chapter 4

Brock,

Jax quietly shuts the door to my room. We all looked at him. He sighs.

"I re-dressed her wounds, she's sleeping. I gave her something for the pain. But giving she's a shifter, her metabolism is going to burn right through it." Jax says

"We all need to talk anyway," Ethan says.

I nodded, agreeing. We all sat down in the living room.

"So how is it even possible not just me but all of us have claimed her as their cub?" I say,

"It is odd," Jax says.

"Not to mention she's not even a bear. She's a wolf." Cody chimes in

"Obviously, our bears have become quite protective of her." Jax says.

I nod,

"Did she say anything else when you were re-dressing her wounds?" I asked.

Jax just shook his head no.

"Not a word. She just kept her eyes on the ground." He says

Jax stands up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"It's late, I'm going to get some rest and maybe look for some more suitable clothing for her. Your clothes don't exactly fit her." He says

I nodded

"I'll be back by morning. We still have a lot to talk about," he says.

We all nodded

Cody and Ethan followed after him. I looked at the clock on my wall. It was past two in the morning.

I walked into my bedroom seeing Jordan fast asleep. She looks so small in my Calvin king-sized bed. I don't bother changing or showering. And since she's on the edge of the bed. She won't feel me getting in bed. I'm too exhausted to give a s**t anyway. Being this close, my bear feels at ease knowing he can keep a close watch on the cub.

Jordan,

The pain radiating through my body was excruciating. I guess the adrenaline has worn off from these past few days. I was only running in survival mode. Jumping through a window certainly didn't help. My heavy eyelids slowly flutter open. I stare at the ceiling, contemplating whether I should get out of bed or just stay there for a few days. I sigh sitting up. I can smell Brock heavily in this room, but he is nowhere there.

I guess it's expected this is probably his room after all.

I look down at seeing all the gauze and wrapping around my body. If I didn't know exactly what happened, you would think I got in a fight with a lawn mower. I hear muffled talking. I concentrate and listen in.

"We can't just pass her off to each other. She's not a damn football." I heard Brock.

"Well, we need to make sure she's safe. You can't have her 24/7." I heard another voice.

"She needs extra care given her injuries." I heard Jax

"Why do you think I'm making breakfast?" I heard Brocks' voice

Why are they arguing about me? I 'm nothing special. My family and Pack didn't think so... I sighed, finally finding the strength to get out of bed.

I quietly open the door, stepping lightly so they don't hear me. Okay, Jordan, just relax. They are not going to hurt you. They helped you remember. You are safe. They fixed you up. Gave you a place to sleep. I steady my breathing hoping they don't hear me coming.

"I'm just saying we need to deal with this delicately." Another voice says

"Don't you think I know that? She's staying here end of discussion." I heard Brock say.

Why are they arguing about me? My real family didn't care about me this much. Why do they?

I finally stepped out into the living area where everyone was except Brock. He was in the kitchen. His living room is open and connects to a beautiful kitchen. Brock makes eye contact with me.

"Good morning Jordan, you hungry?" He says

Everyone turned and looked at me.

"Umm, I guess.." I mumbled

I'm definitely not used to this sort of treatment. I'm used to being attacked on a daily basis, being starved, inured and barely able to keep consciousness. It was what gave me the determination to leave that hell. The Alpha of the pack was the worst. He would attack me daily just to keep me weak. But still kept me alive. Some days I would wish for death, Beg for him to kill me. At least in death I wouldn't suffer any longer. But he would just laugh and say if he killed me he wouldn't have any more fun. He enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on me. Some nights I would lie on the cold ground hoping I wouldn't wake up. Begging for the pain to stop. Some nights I just wanted to end it myself but my wolf wouldn't allow it. She is what kept me alive, what kept me going.

I sat down on the couch as Brock handed me a plate.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at him.

"Pancakes." He says, sounding surprised.

"I guess we should properly introduce ourselves," Jax says.

I nodded. I just hope they can keep me safe and not treat me like my pack did.