It has always been you

Prologue II

Zander placed his arm round my back and another under my leg and carried me to one of the pack cars; a large black SUV with tinted windows. Another guard opened the door and Zander placed me into the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt. He closed the door and walked round to the other side. He turned the heating up full and I closed my eyes.

"HEY" he shouted. 

I jumped up, opening my eyes and stared at him.

"s**t, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just don't know what your injuries are, if your concussed or worse" 

I nod, and look at him. Zander is tall he's muscular, and of average build. His blue eyes glitter like diamonds, reflecting the street lights. The car has a strange smell; a mixture of the bubblegum air-freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror, and stale greasy takeout. But I'd assume that that's because when they are pulling the night shift on boarder patrol, they call to a drive through for supper.

The pack house is only a five minute drive away from the river and soon I'm ushered towards a large Edwardian-looking manor. we step through the front door and into the large foyer and are greeted by three faces, who are stood waiting. one of the pack members must have alerted them. They look sleepy, after all, its 4am. They each look me up and down and I see the pity in their eyes.

"I'm Greggor. Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. This is my wife Emily, and our son Dean. I can see you've been through something pretty rough, so I won't question you tonight, but you can stay here. For a few days at least. Until we figure out this... situation."

I nod and smile.

"Thankyou"

"Just one thing dear" Emily begins "What is your name?"

"Savannah. Savannah Greyson" 

Greggor and Emily exchange a look.

"Very well Savanah. Dean will assist you to the room where you will be staying"

She nods towards Dean and he grabs my arm and begins leading me out of the room. he isn't forceful, more like he's guiding me to where I'm going. still, I pull my arm back, and he looks at me apologetically. we walk up a flight of stairs and down a long corridor, to the last room on the left. Dean pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, walking into the room silently. I follow him and look around. there's a large walk in closet to my right, and the joining wall holds the door to the en-suite bathroom, a large grey wooden bed, with patchwork cotton sheets over it. at either side of the bed are matching wooden tables, and there is a blanket box at the foot of the bed. The far wall is lined with windows, and a door to the outside balcony that wraps around half of the upstairs. there's two large arm chairs in a pale blush pink, and on the wall opposite the bed is a tall bookcase, a large, flat-screen TV sitting on top of a dresser and a dressing table with a large mirror on top, and a matching stool. 

Dean walks over to the door leading off of the bedroom, an into the en-suite, leaving the door open for me to follow. the en-suite is bigger than many family bathrooms and has a large clawfoot tub, as well as a shower and a double sink with a long mirror situated above. Dene turns on the taps in the bath wordlessly, then walks over to a tall beuro in the corner of the room. He pulls out two large bath towels and places them over the radiator. He goes back to the beuro pulling out an assortment off toiletries; shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, a lufa, toothpaste, a toothbrush and places them on the ledge at the side of the bath. He heads back to the dresser and gathers a few small bottles from the top cupboard. he tips a little of each in the bath, an assortment of antiseptic and healing oils and a little bubble bath. The bath fills quickly, and he turns the tap off and then looks at me expectantly.

we stand in silence for a few moments.

"Do you need help with your dress?" he asks, staring at me. I'm still wearing the jacket Zander gave me, but I've only just realised that my white dress is completely see through thanks to the river.

I shake my head when he asks if I need help... but he's still standing there.

"Oh. I'm not leaving, I don't know how injured you are or if you have a concussion. For all I know you could pass out in the bath while I'm out"

So after everything I've been through, this creep thinks he can just stand there and watch me bathe? sick f**k.

"I can turn around while you get in?" he offers. "But honestly, I can see everything through that dress anyway" he grins.

and I laugh. a loud laugh from the pit of my stomach. I don't know why. I might be hysterical.

Tonight, I've been beaten and r***d by four men, left for dead, and then almost died trying to escape. I ran for hours, swam across an entire river. I'm covered in cuts and bruises, and hear I am. worrying about taking off my dress.

Ridiculous right?

Dean looks at me like I'm crazy. 

Maybe I am.

Then he starts laughing too.

I'm not sure when I started crying, but now the tears are streaming down my face and I'm shaking. I put my hand to my face and Dean grabs me and holds me in a tight embrace. I grab fistfuls of his white shirt and burry my face into his chest and he tightly grips me with one arm around my waist, clutching my side just below my rib cage. his other arm comes up so his other hand is cradling my head. 

We stand in our embrace for a few moments and my breath begins to shallow. He takes a step back, holding me at arms length.

"Come on, get in the bath, the pack doctor will be here soon"

I nod and take off Zaviers' jacket, folding it in half and placing it on the side of the sink counter.

Deans watching me.

I reach around my back for the zipper on my dress.

"AAAHHH"

my body is filled with a surging pain. It feels like fire. It takes my breath away and I'm leaning over the sink gasping, unsure if I could stand. Dean rushes over to me. He places his hands on my hips and eyes me through the mirror. I look at him, and its almost like the pain begins to dull. We keep watching each other through the mirror. Dene slides a hand up my back and slowly unzips my dress. he places his hands on my shoulders, places a finger underneath the spaghetti straps of the dress and slides them down my arm. I straighten as the dress slides to the floor. although we aren't touching, I can feel the heat radiating from Deans body, and his breath on my neck sends goosebumps down my spine. he unhooks my strapless bra quickly with one hand and it drops to the floor. He turns me around so I am facing him, then he places his hands on my hips. wordlessly, he hooks his thumbs into the sides of my blood soaked panties and pulls them down my legs, his thumbs grazing the sides of my thighs as he pulls them down my legs. When they reach my ankles he looks up at me and firmly places his hands on my thighs to steady me as I step out of them. Dean stands up and takes my hand and pulls me over to the bath. His grip tightens as I use his hand to steady myself as I step in the tub. I sit down and let the water lap over my body. I sunk lower until the bubbles touched my neck as I laid my head against the back of the tub and closed my eyes. The water was warm and soothed my body and relaxed me. I laid like that for a while until I felt a hand on my arm. I jumped as I opened my eyes.

"Hey" Dean whispered in a soothing voice. "I'm sorry. The Pack Doctor should be in a few minutes. You should wash. I'll try and find you something comfortable for you to change into". 

Dean leaves the room and I quickly scrub my body, tipping some of the peach scented body wash into a luffa and washing all over. I submerge my hair into the water and it fans around me. I quickly lather it in shampoo and rinse it off. I put both my hands on the side of the bath and try to pull myself up, but I feel a surge of pain again. I wince. I take a few deep breaths, close my eyes and try again. I groan and hear footsteps heading over to me. Dean bends down.

"let me help you"

my eyes fill with tears but I nod. he places a hand under each of my elbows and pulls me up, I wrap my arms around his neck as I step out of the bath. he wraps me in a large fluffy towel that's warm from the radiator. 

I Begin to dry myself and Dean hands me a pile of clothes. I assume they are his because the clothes are huge. Dene helps me pull the Nirvana t-shirt over my head which hangs to the middle of my thighs, then steadies me so I can step into the jogging bottoms he hands me. they are far too big for me and I have to fold over the waist and a few times so they don't fall down. Lastly, he hands me a hair brush and hair bobble. I brush my hair and put my hair up in a (very) messy bun before following Dean downstairs.