The Lost Wolf

Chapter 18

LIAM’S POV

            That soft growl which emanated from her mouth startled me for a moment to hear but brought out my wolf inside of me.  I can feel my wolf purring to be released from within me. I wanted her even more than I ever had before.  I did not expect her to pull away and leave as she had though.

            “Ava!” I yell, hoping to stop her from getting too far from me.

            No response came from her.  She must be further ahead of me than I realized.  I begin making my way down the pathway consumed by the thoughts and feelings which are flowing throughout all of me.  As I head into the house, I make my way to her room.  I’m assuming that is where she had gone after she fled from me. 

            As I make my way in, my wolf senses that she is not there. Where did she go?

            What if something happened to her in the woods? What if I was unable to protect her?! My wolf and me begins to feel a sense of dread begin to overwhelm our senses.  After the rogue wolf appearance, I never should have brought her out there with me.  What was I thinking? I knew better.  My job as her mate is to keep her safe and love her. I didn’t do that.

            As I begin searching the house for Ava, I pass Cordelia, “Have you seen Ava?” I frantically ask her. “ I can’t find her anywhere.”

            “No, wasn’t she with you?”

            “She was, but she ran off.  I don’t know where she went. I can’t find her and my wolf is not sensing her nearby.”

            My wolf is starting to become overwhelmingly panicked.  He doesn’t feel her anywhere near here. As I make my way through the back door, I transform to my wolf where all of my senses are stronger.  I have to find her; I hear my wolf whimper out.

            I make my way through the path in which we had gone down as I feel my body frozen in place.  A witch.  D***.  Of course they would have come looking for her. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon after her departure.

            “What do you want with her?” I call out before I even see him standing before me.

            “She is mine, you disgusting beast.  Of course, she would want to come back home to me.  You are nothing more than a furry, despicable beast.  Why would she want to be with anyone like you?!” Alex says with a smug look on his face as he stands right in front of me.

            I want to reach out and grab him by his neck, but he has a strong hold throughout me. My wolf is trying everything to escape this magical grasp holding me in place, but no matter how hard I pull against the magic, the stronger the force is pulling me down.

            “She wouldn’t,” I sputter out. Part of me wonders if I am wrong. What if she doesn’t feel the bond in which I did. But then I remember the look in her eyes as she stared at me. The growl which escaped her lips.  I know there is feelings for me consuming her.  The confidence and faith of Ava’s love building back within me that she would not just leave like that. She would never just leave me for him.

            “Why don’t you see for yourself?  She never wanted you.  She is in love with me and will always be,” he says before turning back and walking away.

            The further he moves from me; I begin to feel the slow release of his grasp slowly lifting its hold from me from the spell in which he cast upon me to keep me in place.  I hate witches.

            I feel a whirl of hatred begin to consume me.  I want to tear him to pieces.  How dare he put his hands on MY mate and take her from me.  She belongs here, with me. He will not win, she is MINE and will never be his.

AVA’S POV

            What is going on? How did I get back to my house? I look around my bedroom trying to figure out what happened.  Last thing I remember is being with Liam and the feeling in which he made me feel.  And how embarrassed I was as the growl escaped from my lips. Where did that come from?

            “You’re finally awake,” I hear from the doorway.  I struggle to see who is standing there as I sit up in my bed.  My hand reaching for my head, as a pain sears through my entire body as I move.

            “This could have been easier, you know,” the voice says again.  I slowly regain my senses and realize the voice is coming from my mother.

            “What’s going on?  How did I get here?” I ask confusingly. Slowly, I make my way standing up.  It is difficult to get in a standing position as the pain begins to overwhelm all of me. “Why do I hurt? What happened?” I ask, looking my mother in the eyes.

            “This never had to happen this way.  You made your decision to this difficult.  I warned you that you had no idea who you were messing with, and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

            Confusion and anger begin to cloud my mind. “You have not answered my question. Why am I in pain?! What happened?” I say as I look at her intently in the eyes.

            “You made me have to do this,” she says calmly.

            Her calmness is making me feel even angrier.  She seems so cold and hateful. Did she ever even love me?

            “Do what?! I made you do what?!” I sputter back.

            “You didn’t think we were going to let you leave this family so easily.  We had plans. Expectations. Of course, you had to ruin this and meet HIM. He was the only one who could break you free from what we had laid in place. Such an inconvenience, but don’t worry, you won’t remember him. We’ve taken care of that.”

            “You cannot control me,” I say as I make my way towards the door.

            Surprisingly, she moved aside for me to reach the door.  That seems odd since her actions don’t match her words.  I reach to walk out the door just to find myself falling backwards.

            Why can I not leave my room? What is going on?

            “I should have mentioned that we have placed a barrier at your door.  We didn’t want you leaving just yet, now did we,” my mom says as she laughs to herself.

            I feel a shudder throughout my body as I hear her words directed towards me. A fear begins to overtake me. How am I going to get out of here?  A place in which I once thought was safe and home.