Shadow Wolves

Fifteen

Night had closed in silently around the cabin but there had been no let up in the blizzard that continued to hammer down. It had been at least six hours since Omar had left again and yet there had been no sign of him. With each hour that passed, Katie grew more worried, pacing the small living room like a caged animal while her dark eyes danced between the windows looking for any signs of the male wolf. Chloe could only watch on as her friend fretted over Omar's wellbeing. Between making sure Katie didn't do something stupid like try and go out on the snow to find the male and making sure Emily was okay, the blonde had already worked out that she wouldn't be getting any sleep either.

In truth, she was worried about Omar as well. He was being hunted and she feared that whoever was chasing him would get to him before he got back. Nothing about the situation was ideal and Chloe didn't think she could sleep until it was all over and they were far away from this place.

With most of the girls asleep and Emily now settled, Chloe made her way to the small bathroom in silence. None of them had time to bring extra clothing so they had been washing everything by hand and drying it out by the fire whilst they all huddled together wrapped in sleeping bags and blankets. However the small bathroom meant they could at least shower even if they didn't necessarily have clean clothes and it was the pride of five minutes alone and hot water that coaxed the blonde to strip out of her hoodie and sweatpants and step under the spray.

The hot water was quick to wash away the chill that had settled into Chloe's bones. Her freezing toes and fingertips stung from the heat while her muscles began to relax as the coldness plaguing her melted away.

It wasn't like they weren't used to the cold temperatures. The den had always been too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer. At least in the summer they could open the tiny windows that lined the top of the den but in the winter the heat from the furnace would rarely make it to the den so the girls had to get creative to make sure they didn't freeze at night. Hot showers certainly helped and was one of the few luxuries they were afforded by their captors. It also helped to wash away the dirty feeling after being leered at by perverts all night.

It was pretty normal for males to stare at the girls no doubt imagining doing more than just getting a lap dance but it didn't mean any of them liked it. In fact the only time Chloe could recall not feeling like she was being violated by someone's gaze was when Lucas had looked at her. She had been enchanted by his hazel eyes from the moment they had met and found herself craving to feel them on her skin, drinking in the sight of her. He had her both confused and curious and haunted her every spare moment.

Even now, as the hot water pelted her pale skin, her mind was fixating on those mysterious hazel orbs. She wanted to know what his black hair felt like between her fingers or how his luscious pink lips felt on hers. She wanted to trace the scar over his eyebrow with her fingertips and feel his hands running over her, grabbing her and pulling her close until all she could feel and see was him. The idea of seeing the hungry look of lust on Lucas' face didn't scare Chloe, if anything she yearned for it much like she yearned for his touch.

One of her hands moved on its own accord to travel over her belly, dipping lower until her fingers swept over the small cluster of short curls covering her womanhood. She had never touched herself before and her first and only s****l encounter had been painful and yet, something about Lucas Wolfe made Chloe want to do dirty things like touch herself.

Parting her lips, Chloe let her fingers explore her p***y. A soft gasp escaped her when she discovered her c**t, massaging it gently at first before applying a bit more pressure and speed. The glorious sparks had her abdomen clenching and yet her body craved more; it wanted to be filled. She imagined the mysterious Brit being there with her, his hand guiding hers to her entrance.

"Show me how you like it."

The feeling of her fingers slipping into her forced a moan from her lips. It didn't hurt like when Nathaniel had done it but inside had her whole body trembling with pleasure.

"You look so good f*****g yourself for me." Lucas purred in her ear, his thick c**k poking her backside as Chloe writhed against him. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes." Chloe whimpered, her hips bucking to meet the fervent thrusts of her fingers. "Lucas please…"

"Please, what?"

"I want to come, please!"

"Then come for me. Let me see you come undone."

It took everything she had not to make a sound above a soft gasp as her core clenched and Chloe's climax hit like a flash of white hot pleasure ripping through her. Her cunt quivered as she came, her arousal coating her fingers as she continued to finger herself until her climax faded, leaving her breathless and her limbs wobbly like jelly. Hot water continued to shower down onto her, the kiss filling in the silence between her laboured breaths. As the glow of her climax faded, so too did the image of the mysterious male wolf that had made himself at home in her thoughts. Her heart ached as the image of him slipped away and reality settled in around her, reminding her that she was alone and that there was no handsome male coming to claim her. Besides, Lucas was the son of an Alpha. His sister was a queen. Chloe was just some lowly omega who wasn’t even worthy of a wolven spirit.

The truth was a bitter pill to swallow and her eyes burned from the frustrated tears threatening to spill. She was a nobody pining over a god who probably didn’t even spare her a second thought.

Turning off the shower, Chloe forced the dark thoughts to the back of her mind as she quickly dried off and got dressed again. It was still night so everyone would still be sleeping giving Chloe the solitude she needed to calm her racing thoughts but dawn would soon be on them. Her first thought was to check on Emily and make sure she was still okay. Her fever was still raging and when she was lucid enough to talk, she simply complained of everything hurting.

Rounding the doorway, Chloe came to a sudden stop, her heart leaping into her mouth. The small cot that Emily had been lying in was now empty, the blanket strewn across the thin mattress and the sheets all screwed up. For a brief moment, Chloe thought she was hallucinating and blinked several times to see if perhaps her vision would correct itself and she would find herself staring at the sleeping form of her friend. And yet nothing changed. The bed was still empty.

“Emily?” Chloe called as she rushed downstairs.

There was nowhere else Emily could have gotten to on the small top part of the cabin. Aside from the small bathroom and the bedroom, there was nowhere else for someone to hide. Before she even made it part way down the small staircase, Chloe felt the frigid gust of winter air blowing into the house sending a few stray snowflakes scuttling across the hardwood floor. The front door lay open, letting the wind in and sucking out at last traces of warmth. Emily was nowhere in sight though.

"Katie!" Chloe ran into the living room where she had left her friend to wallow in her worry. "Katie!"

The brunette visibly jumped when Chloe burst into the tiny room, her eyes wide with panic.

"Emily's gone." She managed to get out. "Her bed is empty and the front door is open."

"Goddess!" Katie breathed. "She'll freeze to death out there!"

"I'm going to find her." Chloe straightened her shoulders in determination. "She can't have gotten far in her state."

"Take the rifle." Katie replied as she rushed to the store room to locate the weapon. "I'll check the parameters of the cabin just in case she's close by. Don't go too far."

"I won't." Chloe grabbed one of the thick coats, pulling it on hurriedly before taking the rifle and heading for the door.

If she had stopped for a moment to clearly think the whole situation through, Chloe might have realised it was a bit of a suicide mission. Not that it would have stopped her. The fact was, she didn't know how to shoot and if confronted with a threat, she doubted she would be much use. The snow was still falling as well, making it difficult to see and walk but Chloe forced herself down the steps of the cabin and out into the wilderness. She might not be blessed with a wolven spirit but Chloe still had heightened senses and picked up Emily's scent and the faded footprints in the snow.

The night was beginning to pale as dawn crept in. The thick cloud prevented the sun from lighting up Chloe's surroundings further but she had enough light now to navigate the wintery terrain. It seemed that, despite being sick and the weather conditions, Emily was moving at a fast pace and Chloe had to push herself to close the gap between them.

Have you found her? Katie's worried voice came through on the mind-link.

Not yet but I have found her tracks.

You need to hurry. I found her clothes at the foot of her bed. They've been ripped.

So she's out here with nothing to protect her? Chloe stumbled, blue eyes darting around as dread set in. I'll find her. I promise. She added just before a distant scream echoed through the forest.

The sound turned her veins to ice and some primal part of her urged her to run and hide. Everything suddenly seemed louder, clearer and colder. A bitter taste assaulted the tip of her tongue while the air passing through her nose was acrid and sharp. Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed.

Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobiles through the network of three trunks. A fire pit had been dug into the frozen ground and a fire blazed in the middle, its wicked orange tentacles licking at the cold air.

Movement caught Chloe's attention, her eyes snapping towards it in time to see a man coming out of the small cabin when a length of rope. The sounds of struggling along with laughter plagued the air. All Chloe could do was watch in horrified silence as the man headed towards one edge of the clearing where two other men had hold of a very naked Emily. The dark haired girl was twisting in the grasp of the men, her eyes wide as she bares her teeth at the men, growling like some vicious animal. She looked wild, as if she was possessed. The sight had Chloe shuddering, fear closing its icy fingers around her heart and squeezing.

"Got a wild one on our hands, boys!" The man with the rope laughed. "Well if she wants to act like an animal, I don't mind treating her like one."

"Isn't she one of the girls from Nathaniel Thorn's club?" A larger male asked, sweat making his bald head glisten in the dawn light.

"Oh yeah!" The third man spoke up, grinning wickedly. "I hear those girls are all virgins."

"Well we're about to find out!" The first man grinned. "Hold her still, I will hogtie her and then we can get her inside."

Chloe gasped when she realised what these men were about to do. Her mind forced the memories of Alpha Nathaniel trying to rape her to the front. She could suddenly feel his alcohol laced breath on her skin as he forced his fingers inside of her, the pain and panic she felt. She remembered feeling powerless as her limbs refused to work with her as the alcohol he plied her with took over, leaving her defenceless. She couldn't let that happen to Emily, not when she was so sick.

Shaking the memories from her head, Chloe lifted the rifle quickly. Emily was on the ground now, her wrists bound together already. She was trying to scream but one of the men had stuffed a rag into her mouth so the sound was muffled and drowned out by the men laughing and goading. Chloe's hands were trembling and her heart racing as she aimed the barrel at the man trying to tie Emily's legs and squeezed the trigger.