Hi guys! Sorry It'so long since I've posted the last chapter. I've only just started writing so I'm new to updating on a schedule, but I ll try to start updating more often. Thank you to everyone who has followed the story and/ or left a review, it was really nice to know people liked the first chapter. This chapter is much shorter and probably not as good as the first chapter but I'll try and get the third chapter up to scratch. Love you guys and I hope you stick with me, Thx! p.s. If you haven't seen the update on chapter one go back and read the last paragraph or so, I changed it to match up.
Amy had been waiting a good 5 hours for someone, anyone, to come down to the weird cellar dungeon thing she was sitting in. To begin with she had been all pumped up, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was going to show her captives a piece of her mind and demand to be let go. But as time ticked on, her blood began to cool and she was now slumped against the back of the cage. Drowsily she traced the patterns in the wooden ceiling with her eyes, She-devil yawned causing a low growl to rattle out of her chest. Quickly she smothered the embarrassing sound looking around before realising she was still the only person in the room. She chuckled to herself, even alone she was self-conscious. Who was going to judge her, the wall? Letting off a sigh she slid lazily onto her side and unravelled herself onto the thin mattress set on the floor. Then she rolled to face the wall and took in a deep breath. The covers smelled clean, like dove soap. The smell paired with the cool feeling of the sheets on her burning skin aloud her body to relax. She stretched out her whole body like a cat, loving the feeling of all the tension melting off her muscles. Mid stretch she heard someone clear their throat from the corner of the room where the stairway was. Startled and embarrassed as her bum had probably been on show Amy curled up into a ball in the corner as far away from the voice as possible. From the corner Clay walked out of the shadows, a slight blush on his face. He was alone from what she could tell but just to make sure she scented the air and let her ears search for the familiar sound of someone breathing. She could tell there were people upstairs but Clay was the only one in the room.
She looked at him with the coldest glare she could muster, a low guttural growl rumbled out of her as she-devils hackles raised, but she didn't stop it this time. She wanted him to know both her and her wolf hated him right now. For a second Clay looked nervous, diverting his eyes, but quickly shook his head and started chuckling.
"You're a feisty one aren't you darlin'. But I'm afraid non of your little growly threats are gonna work on me while I'm out here and you are in there." As he spoke he turned to face Amy completely and stared her straight in the eyes unblinking, a knowing smirk spread across his face. With an annoyed huff and one last growl she lowered her gaze and exposed her neck, she'd never be able to win in dominance while she was in a cage.
"Why have you locked me up?" She asked still royally pissed off and wanting answers.
"Well darlin' that ain't for me to answer. Said persecutor won't be back for another hour or so, he has to clean up your mess. I'm just here to make sure you stay in a more," he paused for a second looking for the right word, "questionable form"
Oh, so he was here to make sure she didn't change. Couldn't answer questions as a wolf could she? Unless she-devil suddenly learnt to speak, and even then she'd probably only say things like 'fuck off' and 'have to earn my respect before I talk'. But honestly she couldn't muster the strength to pull her wolf to the surface, she was so tired. She was so new to this world, the world of wolves and packs. Her head hurt, she just wanted to sleep. And when she woke up she wanted to wake up in her old bedroom in the small house in Bewdley, with her sister and her family. She was so sick and tired of being lonely and confused. Why wouldn't it just end. What had she done to deserve this pain! A tear slipped down her cheek and she tipped her head to look Clay in the eyes. His face dropped when he saw the utter defeat in her face, his arrogance replaced with worry.
"Do what you want." And with that she fell back into darkness, the last thing she heard was Clay shouting her name.
A mess could not begin to describe the trouble they were in. More like absolute chaos. Apparently a young hunter was out near the property line when they were catching the mutt, he had seen a group of wolves going onto the property so had followed them. As he got to the house he saw a man carrying, what looked like a dead wolf in his arms, into the house. The group of wolves then followed the man into the house.
Well shit, how was he going to explain his way out of this one? And how had none of his pack noticed the hunter? When that mutt was around he became so careless, he couldn't let a mistake like this happen again. Luckily he had an idea, to be honest it had always been a back up plan for if anyone ever saw a wolf going into his house. There were some aspects he was just going to hope would work, but considering the situation they were in, that was the last of their troubles. He'd spent the last hour talking to the sheriff about what had happened and now had to rush back to make sure everything was ready for the sheriffs inspection.
Pulling into the drive at Stonehaven, he saw Elena run out the door to meet him, a worried look on her face. As he got out of his truck she ran up to him. She smelled of alcohol rub and disinfected sheets. She'd been in the infirmary for a while, from what his nose could pick up, and he wasn't looking forward to knowing the reason why. Sliding himself out of the truck and shutting the door behind him, he turned to Elena with a questioning look on his face.
"What happened?" Elena asked, worry dripping from her voice. He replied, his voice low and hard.
"It's bad, I won't lie to you. A hunter saw us heading into the house last night, you and the others still as wolves and me human, carrying the mutt. I've got a plan that might just work, but I need everyone in the study to discuss it, and get Clay to bring up the mutt, I'll need her as well if this plan is to work." With that he began striding towards the house, but was stopped by Elena's shout.
"Wait! We can't."
"What do you mean we can't." He sighed and continued, "I know you love Clay and want to keep him safe but I'm sure he can still handle a small mutt like this one. She won't cause him any harm." He was about to turn around again when Elena spluttered out,
"No, that's not why! We can't because the mutt is in the infirmary, she passed out in the cell and when he examined her she had 2 broken ribs, a broken wrist and mild concussion. Turns out she didn't just hit her head but slam into the rock with her whole body. She's still resting, but in no condition to walk." Concern was evident on her face as she explained. Jeremy's wolf growled at the though of another wolf touching her, but he forced the anger down. He was then overtaken with a new emotion, worry, was she ok? Was she in pain? Maybe his plan wasn't such a good idea. He growled to himself and shook the thoughts away. He needed this plan to go through weather she was injured or not.
"That's fine, it shall not hinder our plan, we'll gather in the infirmary instead." His tone was strained but not giving Elena time to ponder why, he turned and strode into the house.
Back in the house he made his way up to the infirmary, as he neared the door he heard the sound of a heart monitor within. It was a slow steady beep, almost rhythmic to listen to, and for a second he stopped to take in the sound. The sound that told him she was alive, and that calmed something within him. He shook his head again at the stupid feelings welling in his chest, he couldn't let anything get in the way of his plan, not even the strange beauty who visited him in his dreams.
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The first thing she noticed was an annoying beeping sound, and with a groan she opened her heavy eyes to look for the source so that she could destroy it and go back to sleep- whoa there, guess she devil had been rubbing off on her. But when Amy opened her eyes all she saw was the people who she least wanted to see at this current moment. With a sigh she closed her eyes again, but just as she was about to drift back to sleep a low baritone voice sounded from the door, a voice she would recognise anywhere.
" You'll want to be awake for this." Her eyes instinctively looked for his form and within a moment they laid on the man who kept her company in her sleep, tall dark and brooding. Her eyes followed him silently as he entered the room, his walk powerful yet graceful. On closer inspection his face held worry and stress beneath his cold emotionless mask. Realising she was staring she sat up a bit more only to be stopped by a sharp twinge in her side. With a gasp she laid back down, tilting her head to look him in the eyes.
He strode over to the side of the bed she was lay in and reached down to she side, his gaze never leaving hers. As he came back up he held a pillow in one hand. With more gentleness than a man of his position should ever have he leaned her head forward and placed the pillow behind. Once he had placed her head back he stayed there for a moment, his face close to hers, eyes gazing at each other intently. And then it hit her, his scent wafted from him, light but there nonetheless. It was an intoxicating scent, like old oak and warm chocolate, it washed over her in a blanket warming her gut. In a moment of pure bliss she arched her back up slightly to get closer, ignoring the pain, and let off a quiet whimper.
He knew he shouldn't of done it, he should've come in and woken up everyone who was sleeping soundly in the infirmary - except for Clay and Elena who were making coffee for everyone. But when she gasped in pain he couldn't help but want to ease it somehow, even just a little. However when he leaned over her he stopped and in some part of his brain he knew it was so that she'd be able to scent him, and she'd responded better than his wolf could ever have hopped. She arched up, exposing her neck and gave him the sweetest sound. His wolf purred in happiness and without thinking he leant down even further and buried his nose into her neck. Her skin was warm and soft, and her smell was the most alluring thing he'd ever come across. It was honey and white chocolate mixed with an undertone of arousal, a scent he knew he'd be reciprocating if the tightness in his pants was anything to go by. Jeremy was about to open his mouth to kiss her neck when he remembered what he was here to do, and what he was certainly never going to do. He stepped back abruptly, instantly missing the warmth of her skin, when Clay and Elena walked in.
From across the room he looked into her eyes and saw confusion and sadness, it twisted his gut to stay away. As soon as the coffee was given out to everyone and they had woken up, they sat down to listen to his plan.
"As you all probably know by now, we were sighted on our way back into the house last night. I know the blame lies with me, I should've been more careful, and my obliviousness may have gotten you hurt. But it does not change the fact that we now have some explaining to do. My plan is simple. As I was the only person seen as human I shall be the only one currently at home. You shall all be away, travelling, working etcetera. But I was seen with a pack of wolves entering our home. I propose you all shift, I will say that you are my pets and that I have not mentioned it before as you have only just began to live at the manor." With that he looked each member of his pack in the eye looking for confirmation that they accepted his plan. While Clay looked unhappy to be called a pet he raised his hand in question.
" Even though I'm not too happy to be called a pet, I know this is a wise plan and I think I speak for all of us when I say I'm willing participate however I would like to know what this has to do with her." As he finishes he turned to look the woman in the eyes, Finding them clear and obviously also wanting the answer.
"Yes, and this is the hard part. I was also seen carrying an injured wolf into the house therefore, you will also have to shift." As he spoke he could see disbelief seeping into her expression, Elena jumped up beside clay raising her voice as she spoke,
" Hang on there! That's an impossible thing to ask when she's still injured. You want her to shift! She probably couldn't even force herself to do that!" He put up a hand he silenced her, he understood it was a lot to ask but they needed their story to match up.
" I know this is a big demand but there is no other way." I saw the anger in Elena's eyes as she opened her moth to respond when she was cut off by the woman clearing her throat.
" It's fine, I'll do it. But on one condition." Jeremy looked at her expectantly, in the back of his head he noticed her clear English accent ringing through her words. He asked himself how he had not noticed such an endearing quality so far before turning his attention back to her lip- No! Back to what she was saying!
" I want you to teach me. Teach me everything. I've only been... whatever I am for about a month or so and I want to know how to control it. How everything works." She looked in everyone's eyes one by one, lingering on Jeremy's.
" Deal. But any funny business and there'll be consequences." He states clearly, he was about to sum everything up when he herd the sound of a car not far off. Looking around he knew they'd heard it too.
" Alrighty, it's now or never. Need a hand darlin'?" Clay spoke as he walked over to unhook her from the heart monitor and drip. Inside his wolf growled at anyone else touching her while she was hurt but stopped himself knowing he was about to cause her the most pain. After she was sat up everyone left the room and he lingered by the door after closing it. Down stairs he could hear everyone shifting, their muffled grunts of pain carrying up through the house. There was a moment of silence before a scream of pain echoed through the door, and he had to use everything in his power to stop himself from barging back in there, rapping his arms around her and telling her it was alright and that he'd find another way. But there was no other way, so he turned and left the door, heading back down stairs. And as the screams turned to growls and whines he heard the sound of the police cruiser pulling up. With one last sympathetic thought for the woman who seemed to pull at his wolf in ways no one ever had he slipped on his mask of indifference and went to open the door. In the corner of his eye he could see his pack, fully shifted and playing 'pet wolf' in the drawing room. The bell rang for the door and he took one last deep breath,
"And let the show begin."