Chapter Four:
Disclaimer: Nope you people should already know anything that you recognize doesn't belong to me…I just did the disclaimer anyways didn't I?
Inspiration Song: Broadway by the Goo Goo Dolls
Oh and does anybody know any good beta readers?
"Women are the bloodthirsty sex," said Ric sadly. "We get the reputation, but it is only because of the women stand behind us, and say, 'Kill it. Squish it.'" Ric to Charles in Hunting Ground
"Are you sure you want to leave now?" Bran asked softly watching his eldest son sleeping with Isabelle. He was glad that he finally found someone, and hopefully this time it won't end in pain.
"Yes but I'm not taking Isabelle" Michael said, Bran noticed Isabelle grip Samuel's hand tighter and moved closer to Samuel who tightened his hold on her. "I'm not about to have your son run down after us or Isabelle running back here" he chuckled softly "it makes me wonder if he knew somehow." Then walked down the stairs. Bran watched Isabelle relax further into Samuel then followed Michael.
Isabelle opened her eyes when she heard Bran walked down she looked up and saw Samuel with his eyes closed, "How are you feeling?" his voice was gruff and sent shivers down Isabelle's spine.
"Fine" she answered after thinking for a minute listening to the sound of Michael's truck drive off, she dropped her head back onto Samuel's chest and sighed. She felt his hand rest on her head gently running his fingers thru her shoulder length black hair.
Samuel relished the feel of somebody in his arms again. He forgot about Mercy and listened to Isabelle slowly fall back asleep.
It was early afternoon when Bran walked out of his office and to the kitchen to get something to eat, he stopped walking when he heard a small whine, looking to the back door he saw Samuel's white wolf sitting calmly while a light gray werewolf was standing with her mouth open tail wagging. Isabelle bounded over to Bran and butted his legs to move him towards the back door. "Neither one of you had the sense to crack the door open before changing?" Bran asked chuckling.
Isabelle yipped shifting from side to side like an excited puppy that's going out for the first time. Samuel growled at her and she instantly dropped to the ground but didn't stop wagging her tail. "All right you two, I suppose you want Isabelle's stuff moved to your house?" Bran asked Samuel who dipped his head once. He opened the door and moved out of the way as Isabelle darted past him, landed in three feet of snow and began exploring her new white world. "Her stuff will be there" Bran said.
Isabelle let out a cry of surprise when she fell into a deeper snow bank, clawing her way up she emerged from the snow pile with a pile of snow on her head and snout. Going cross eyed she glared at the offending snow and shook her head. Samuel was right next to her sniffing her checking for and injuries.
Isabelle playfully nipped Samuel and took off running; Samuel rolled his pale blue eyes and ran after her making sure that she didn't get lost.
It's been a while since Isabelle let out her wolf to play and she released the reins willing to her wolf half who wasted no time shifting to explore what people in Texas call real snow not Texas snow where it was dry and cold. Here in Montana it was cold and wet; everything was different to her wolf, from the cold ice from her paws to the sight of the tall trees still standing proudly bearing snow. She didn't wonder away from Samuel's wolf who showed her the different trails. She saw a rabbit bolt from its hiding place and gave chase with Samuel right behind her.
She grew bored chasing the rabbit so she turned and took a shocked Samuel by surprise. Letting out a bark laugh Isabelle playfully nipped his ears and jumped off giving Samuel a chance to get up and shake the snow from his coat.
Eventually Isabelle began dragging her paws, after all the running around and exploring her new home she just wanted to curl up by a fire and sleep. She started heading back to Bran's house when Samuel steered her away from Bran's house and walked to a different direction. Not knowing the forest as well as Samuel or Charles she followed Samuel. They came up to a ranch style two story house Isabelle stopped and stared at the contrast between Samuel's home and Michael's. Samuel had deep brown and earth green tones painted strategically to help the home blend in with the forest while her foster father's had been a burnt sand color to go with the desert landscape they lived in.
Once inside she nuzzled around her bag looking for clothes, finding a top, jeans and undergarments she followed Samuel to a small bathroom. Closing the door with her tail she set her clothes down onto the clean floor and began transforming back to her human self. Sitting on the cold floor Isabelle waited till her body to stop hurting before even looking around, it was a small bathroom with only a bathtub, toilet and sink. It had deep blue walls and cream colored tiles. Simple yet elegant in its own right, getting dressed she realized that she grabbed a black tank top instead of a sweater like she hopped.
She opened the door and walked into the open living room, it had everything that a living room should have. A couch with accompany comfortable chairs, a TV, and a fireplace fit for cold winter nights. There was a large painting of a forest covered valley and mountains over the fireplace high enough to escape the wrapping heat, but other than that the room was bare of any pictures. It felt cold and impersonal to Isabelle who was used to seeing movie posters and pictures of Michael's pack placed all around the house.
Though like any wolf after a couple of years some pictures and posters were taken down and replaced with new ones. Unable to look at the poster or picture and know you look the same while the others in the frames grow old. She wondered if that was a reason why he didn't have any photos around the house, was because it brought back to many unpleasant memories.
"That painting was done by a friend of mine, it is what America used to look like before all the trees were cut down for England's ships" Isabelle turned around and stared into a blue shirt. She looked up then back to the painting.
"It's beautiful" Isabelle said.
"It was" Samuel murmured then said louder "How about we find something to eat?"
Samuel knew she was afraid and for once he didn't know how to quell her fears since he was a part of her fear. But he knew that if she left he would run after her like some lovesick Romeo, it's been almost a week since he met her and she already is turning him into a pretzel. How could a 25 year old ex-marine do this to the old wolf?
"You were in the Marine's?" Samuel asked astonished since she didn't look like she fought, then again Anna didn't look like she could fight yet she killed a Grey Lord.
"Yup, trust me it wasn't all fame and glory some people think it to be" Isabelle frowning into the fire, she grabbed his plate and took it into the kitchen, he may have made dinner but she was determined to do something around the house. Setting the dishes into the sink she turned around and met bright blue eyes, stepping back into the sink Samuel places his hands on either side of her preventing escape. "Samuel?" Isabelle whispered as he leaned over her.
Samuel let himself rest in the crook of her neck, inhaling her addicting sent he nuzzled her neck occasionally nipping and licking. Isabelle gasped as shockwaves expanded throughout her entire body. Samuel lifted his head and spoke hotly in her ear "Mine".
Isabelle opened her eyes to find herself in a dark room with the only light is the alarm clock reading 6:15 a.m. she felt warmer than usual, when she thought more about it the feeling of Samuel surrounding her pulled in closer till it slowly faded away. She became aware of an arm draped across her naked waist she turned her head and saw a peaceful sleeping Samuel and the night flashed back. She was Samuel's mate, the thought made her want to laugh not out of terror but of happiness. She finally had someone to call hers. She sank into the pillow and sighed contently snuggling closer to Samuel who tightened his hold on her waist.
"At least yours was easy, Charles and I had to get attacked by a black witch for our mate bond to settle" Anna said as she drove into town with Isabelle who winced in sympathy.
"Ouch" Isabelle muttered "but hey not many werewolves can claim they killed an hundred something year old witch with your bare hands" grinning at Anna who glanced at Isabelle before turning her eyes back to the road.
"Do you regret it?" Anna asked.
"Regret what? Becoming Samuel's mate? Becoming a werewolf?"
"Giving up your powers" Anna clarified.
Isabelle thought about it for several minutes before answering slowly for her own understanding, "I never thought that I would become a werewolf, living with a pack made me realize that I didn't want to watch the people I knew grow old and die while I stayed the same. But when I was presented with the opportunity I jumped for the chance, there are times when I wished I was a witch ever once in a while, when there was a place that needed to be cleaned up or if I wanted to forget some gruesome event. But I'm happy with my choice."
"What about you Anna?"
"I was never given a choice"
Isabelle observed Anna as they got closer to town, "But do you regret it?" she finally asked.
"No" Anna replied both women look at each other before laughing.
"Out of all the things we could talk about we talk about if we regret anything, something is wrong with us" Isabelle said after calming down from laughing. Anna stopped the truck and opened the door letting cold air in.
"So are you ready to fill up your wardrobe?" Anna asked grinning when Isabelle's face paled.
"Let's just get this thing over with" Isabelle groaned before opening her door.
"So there I was my first time behind the wheel and Spencer was 'it's going to be fine Izzy, worst case scenario you could crash and kill yourself'" Isabelle said tossing a small fry in the air and catching it without her hands, "and before I could say anything I crashed it into a tree".
"Did you get hurt?" Anna asked
"A couple of scratches and a very sore chest but it was Spencer who got hurt" Isabelle said grinning "broken arm and a sprained ankle, he flew through the window scared the crap out of everybody."
"Wow" Anna muttered taking a sip of her coffee Isabelle finished off her hotdog and waited for Anna to grab her purse and jacket only trusting her cash and cards in a wallet she only had to grab her jacket and bags from the shopping.
Anna smelt the men before feeling a point of a gun pressing on her lower back, "Drop your bags" glancing out of the corner of her eyes she saw Isabelle slowly put her shopping bags on the ground before straightening up. The man's accent sounded almost like Asil's more middle east but she couldn't be sure. "Walk" the faceless man nudging her with the gun they walked past the truck and towards a black car. A man appeared from behind her and opened the passenger seat and the back seat car doors. Isabelle was shoved into the front and Anna found herself between two men. They weren't werewolves but even Anna and Isabelle couldn't run from the automatic guns they held.
Isabelle glanced down at the zip ties that held her hands together then glanced to the rearview mirror to check on Anna. She expected something like this in Bagdad or Iraq since this was the third time this happened to her, but this time she had Anna to take care of. The last three times she knew that her comrades could take care of themselves but she didn't know how Anna would deal with the current situation. They didn't talk which frustrated Isabelle who was used to her kidnapers talking about something.
Someone's phone went off in the car and all Isabelle had to do was glance back and see Anna pale, best bet it was Charles since they were supposed to be back thirty minutes ago, the man next to her felt around Anna's lower body, "It's in her left pocket" Isabelle growled. The man pulled out her phone and read the name out loud, yup it was Charles.
"Who is Charles" the man demanded glaring at Anna.
"It's my husband, we were supposed to be back several minutes ago" Anna whispered. Suddenly Isabelle's phone went off and a hand reached from behind her and felt around.
"It's in my right pocket you ass" Isabelle growled and felt her face snap to the side; her left side of her face started tingling from being slapped.
"Who is Samuel?" the man that was driving demanded, when Isabelle didn't respond he slapped her again and snarled "Who. Is. Samuel?"
"My boyfriend" Isabelle snapped fighting the urge to rip apart the zip tie and kill the man for slapping her a third time but felt unusually calm. Glancing in the rearview mirror she saw Anna head down, low breathing told Isabelle that she wasn't dead then cursed remembering that she was Omega and was keeping Isabelle calm for both of their sakes. It would have been hard to explain to any law enforcements how to women were able to break zip ties and killed the four men.
Temperature was dropping as was the tempers and patience from Bran's two sons who were pacing his office like caged wolves. "They haven't answered or returned our calls" Charles said as Samuel hung up his cell.
"Isabelle's phone is off try Anna's again"
"How about you two try your bonds" Bran said, when the two men stopped and stared at their father who said exasperated "you two didn't even think about your bonds did you?"
The car stopped inside a large wooden barn, the cold didn't seem to bother the men who were working away on missiles, the passenger door opened and a man bent down and offered Isabelle his hand, she ignored it and stepped out.
"You must forgive me Ms. Isabelle, but it was the only way to get you to come here" the man smirked at Isabelle and said "untie her" when the other man started to protest in Arabic he snapped "How is she supposed to use her hands if they are bound?" The man that slapped her moved forward and cut her zip tie; she rubbed her wrists and turned around using the momentum to punch the man who slapped her. He staggered back then surged forward but the other man stood in front of Isabelle "That was unnecessary Ms. Isabelle."
"He slapped me" Isabelle growled standing in front of Anna.
"And getting slapped by a woman is twice the insult"* the man said
"I wasn't raised to slap someone and that means I get to hit him again" Isabelle snarled "He slapped me three times." The man frowned at Isabelle seeing the busted lip that was already beginning to heal suddenly he turn around quickly as werewolf standards go and punched the man again, this time he didn't get up.
"Better?"
"No, who are you? And why did you kidnap us?"
"My name is Adham and you Ms. Isabelle Conner were once a member of the Marine intelligence branch" the man now Adham waved his arm towards the barn door, "I think we should continue discussing your purpose here inside, it would be a shame if any of you two ladies get a cold." Isabelle and Anna glanced at each other before following the man.
"I would expect this to happen in Washington, not Montana" Isabelle said shoving the mug away from her, she wouldn't trust anything from the man sitting in front of her. "Anything I have is outdated information; I haven't been a Marine for a little over three years"
"Yes you left after your contract was expired almost two years ago" Adham said taking a sip of his drink, "But it's not information we need, we need your skills, but it is late I will show you two to your room and you will begin working tomorrow or both of you will have to be looking for another husband and lover."
"Isabelle is blocking me out" Samuel said rubbing his sore lip, someone hurt her, Samuel's wolf growled.
"Anna doesn't know where she is" Charles said after opening his eyes.
"Well that means we go to the last place they were seen and start from there" Bran said putting on his jacket.
"So now what?" Anna asked as Isabelle tried to open the windows in the small bedroom. Isabelle sighed and sat down on the carpeted floor.
"We can wait or break down the door but there's a chance we will get shot" Isabelle said, "after that it's a three mile run to the main road and with us being us it might take fifteen minutes if we are uninjured"
"Can we at least try it?" Anna asked she hated the situation and how it made her feel. Isabelle slowly stood up and hugged Anna.
"Are you ready to kill them if necessary?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes"
So there's my first cliffhanger… it's a little bit shorter than the other chapters but I hope that you enjoyed it please R&R oh and it seems like Isabelle is turning into a Mary Sue please slap me :)
Notes:
*I so stole that from NCIS :D but it goes with it :P
Adham is Arabic for Black I believe