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When Max woke up she was tangled in motel covers and felt the heat of sunshine on her face. With a yawn she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and quickly set about changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a purple long-sleeved t-shirt. She dumped the rest of her stuff back in her bag before pulling on her boots.
The fresh air was a welcomed change from the dingy smells of the motel. She smiled before setting a baseball cap on her head and returned her keys to the creepy man at the front desk. He said nothing to her this time and refused to meet her eyes.
The air had gotten colder and she shivered as she got into the car. She cranked it up to let the interior warm when she noticed a black SUV in her rearview. She narrowed her eyes at the vehicle. When she had gotten here she had been the only guest. Her animal growled in warning which was accompanied by a twist in her gut. Something wasn't right. Hulking black, suspicious SUV's with tinted windows were never right. She didn't even hear the hum of the corvette as she quickly pulled out of the lot and sped onto the road eyes glued to the rear view mirror.
Victor lit a cigar and took a long drag before letting his hand hang out the window. He would reach his hunting lodge in about another 12 hours and he pressed the old chevy to go faster. Through the passing wind he heard the growl of another car closing in on him from behind. His eyes flicked to his mirror. It was rare for anyone to be driving these roads. He turned his eyes back in front of him when the roar got louder, almost on top of him. He frowned in annoyance.
'The fuck are they goin in such a hurry?' He gave a slight growl in annoyance. He turned to watch the black car pass him when blue eyes clashed with steel grey making him almost drop his jaw open. Almost. Feminine bewilderment stared back at him with frightened surprise. The Pup from New York. She sped passed him and crossed over in front of him putting more distance between them. Well he'll be a son of a bitch.
Max wasn't so reserved in her reaction seeing as she was staring straight ahead with her mouth hanging open.
'What the fu-!' Another SUV had appeared in the middle of the road ahead. Two men hopped put and dropped to their knees with automatic rifles blaring in her direction. Max screamed as bullets impaled the car and crushed the windshield, she swerved as blinding pain ripped apart her right shoulder and glass flew into her eyes. The squeal of tires and continuous gunfire followed her off the road and across the ditch as the right side of the car caught the embankment and flipped. She was still air born when the corvette connected with a trees jerking the world to a stop.
Her ears were ringing and black dots spotted up her vision. Breathing became impossibly hard with her own weight crushing her chest and she scrambled to right herself. Glass dug into her skin and she whimpered in agony as she clawed at the interior to get out of the broken window on the passenger side.
Blood oozed from her wounds everywhere and her shoulder was on fire. She crouched at the side of upturn car and pressed her hand to her wound feeling splinters of glass and- was that a bullet?! She fought back her tears and closed her eyes to take deep calming breaths. This was not the time to panic. Shouts and someone barking orders sounded from the road. It was more than enough to send her to her feet and get her ass a'movin'. Blood rushed in her ears, her hat had been lost in the tumble and she kept one ear turned towards her back to listen for any pursuers.
She trekked on for what seemed like hours leaning on trees for support and rolling over fallen logs. Cold wind stung her bruised and torn flesh through the rips in her clothes and her skins tried to stitch itself back into place. Her legs went numb from the cold and gave out, jostling her injuries injuries and making her grunt in pain. Fogginess crept in and the edge of her vision began to darken. She wasn't healing fast enough and she was loosing a lot of blood. She dropped onto her hands trying to will herself to stay awake. She felt the rise of panic in her animal as a phantom wolf barked and snarled at her to get her ass moving. Snarls turned to pleading whines which faded all together as darkness crept in. She managed to roll onto her back and watch the tree tops blend together. A shadow fell across her blocking out the setting sun. She growled weakly in warning. This was it. They'd found her, and now she was going to die.
'Please… no. Not like this….'
Victor flicked the blood from his claws in irritation. These fuckers just won't wanted the kid sure did want her bad. He snarled in agitated as he rolled his shoulder after his wounds knitted back together. These weren't amatures she had on her tail how's she even get into this mess. Glass crunched under his boots as he strided over to the wrecked car leaning down to look through the window. Empty. He straightened and put his nose to the air inhaling deeply. He couldn't help but chuckle. Even half dead the frail had crawled out and tried to get away. She was a fighter for sure.
She'd made it farther then he thought she would, leaving a blood trail so heavy that he wouldn't even need his heightened senses to find her. She was on her back in the leaves in a puddle of blood looking towards the sky with a dazed expression. He stood over her for a moment, watching in momentary fascination as she tried to heal. The gash above her eye was slowly closing, barely noticeable. She let out a pained whimper that bled into a soft growl. He smirked before kneeling next to her. Damned frail.
He scooped her up and cradled her against him, feeling her blood soak into his clothes. Her head rolled onto his shoulder and he knew she was out.
Just what he needed, he thought as he started back towards the road. She'd bleed all over the fuckin interior.
'Ought'a leave your ass,' he thought. He didn't, and he knew he wouldn't and to think he'd been considerin' stealin' her away only to have her fall right into his lap. He pulled her closer and inhaled her scent. Even covered in blood and dirt she smelled good enough to eat. To say he was pleased was understatement. He shifter her in his arms none to gently and briskly made his way back to his truck.
First thing she noticed when she came to was that she was hurtin like a mother fucker. And she was on something soft, and with cushions. A couch? She kept her eyes closed swiveled her ears around to see what she could hear. The t.v was on low, and someone was nearby rummaging around... in a kitchen? she could hear the clinking of utensils. The smell of cooking meat assaulted her senses and her stomach decided to make itself known groaning loudly in want. She cringed and knifed up onto her knees when a rough chuckle floated into the room.
"You'd better eat before that stomach of yers starts suckin' on your spine." Familiar throaty voice. Dark and sinfully sexy -sounding. Who did she know that had a voice like that?
Wearily she started to get up, letting the quilt fall off her shoulders as she took in her surroundings. It was fairly big for a cabin, at least that's what she assumed it was. The couch was big too and sat in front of a fire place below a flat screen t.v. A big leather arm chair sat off to the left and past it was a big open kitchen. His back was to her and he was loading a plate down with meat. Okay so she was in a cabin, in the middle of God-knows-where with a man who had a voice that awakened primal animal urges within her. This could either be good or be really really bad. She slowly stood up and felt air brush her legs.
"Where the hell are my pants?!" Victor chuckled again and turned to see her wrapping his quilt around her waist, a rosy hue dusting her cheeks. Never mind that the white tee-shirt didn't belong to her either.
"Threw 'em away, they were ripped all to shit. Wasn't bout to have you tracking blood all through the house." Max's blush darkened and she looked at the floor before glancing up at him through her lashes. Dark hair and mutton chops, strong attractive build – Oh fuck!
"Y-You!" She blubbered like an idiot earning an amused fanged smile. He raised both eye brows in a mocking gesture.
"Me." He grinned. Max's jaw worked stupidly trying to produce sound but nothing came out. What the fuck was goin on?
"Get over here and eat kid," Victor ordered when he was tired of her gawking. Max narrowed her eyes but hesitantly shuffled forward. She decided she must be crazy but she was starving and it smelled so good...
Her inner wolf snapped at her in warning drawing her out of her drooling state to watch Creed warily as he set a plate on the table in front of her. She sat down and didn't eat until he turned to pick up a beer off the counter. She tried to act civil and not stuff her face like she wanted to. She could feel his gaze hot and heavy on her as she ate, but for the moment, she didn't give a damn and it didn't squelch her appetite. When she finished she peeked up at him shyly around her hair.
"Uh... well... Thanks, for uh… for savin' me and stuff." She stammered, looking down at her plate. Her wolf frowned at her in her mind's eye for sounding so timid. Creed leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.
"Don't thank me yet frail," he grinned again making Max's eyes snap to his and slightly narrow, her hackles starting to rise. Victor took pride in her discomfort, she was smart to be edgy. He picked up his beer again and straightened.
"Got a name Pup?" Max swallowed.
"Call me Max," she said quietly. Victor raised an eye brow. "… Max Cooper," she finished and fixed him with an even stare probably daring him to make fun of her name. Hell he hadn't met anyone name Maxine since the damn 20's. Before he could tease her about it his brow drew together on another thought. Cooper… Cooper… familiar but he couldn't pin how he knew the name.
"You said your name was Creed… Yah never mentioned your first name." She continued shyly, he grinned
"Victor," he grumbled. God even his name made her feel fuzzy…
'Stop it!' She scolded herself. Her animal rumbled in appreciation of the specimen before them. Max tried to shove down her wolf who had begun to pant excitedly. What the hell was wring with her?
"Those guys…"
"Ain't gonna hear from 'em again. Or at least not for a while."
"Oh…" She squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable sitting in front of a man she'd only met once and happened to be at a time she committed double homicide. Not to mention she'd tried to tear his throat out…
"Showers down the hall, second door on the right." Victor said when it was clear she wasn't going to say anything else and with that he picked up his bottle and headed out the back door. Max sat dumb founded for a moment. Shower would be nice but… she was very unnerved by the situation she was in. Any other person would have probably made a break for the door but she was pant-less and t was cold and she was covered in blood. Max sighed before standing up and heading down the hall.
The hot water did wonders on her sore muscles as she stood in the large glass shower. She ran her hands over her body lightly to make sure all of her wounds had healed. Her thoughts steered towards who's shower she was occupying picturing his muscled back and hulking physiche cooking her breakfast… Her face flamed when she saw his cocky grin and a blue eye- ah! Fuck! She growled to herself and fisted her hands letting her claws dig into her palms. She didn't even know him, and she could tell he wasn't a nice guy. Her animal growled in annoyance and told her to quit denying her attraction and to loosen up and have some fun. She shook her head and turned off the shower. She needed to get the hell of here.
Thankfully, Victor had grabbed her bag from the wreckage but it was riddled with glass so she couldn't wear her clothes until she shook them out and washed them. She'd worry about that later. In the bottom she found some black leggings that looked like they had been spared and a clean bra. She tugged Victor's shirt back on and pulled her hair into a bun atop her head.
Victor turned the t.v back up when he heard the bathroom door open and her booted footsteps inch closer to the back of the sofa. She'd try to leave, he knew. It went without saying that he wasn't about to let her go anywhere. He turned his head to see her standing there in his shirt and some leggings and cowboy boots with her bag over her shoulder.
"Just where do you think you're goin' Pup?" Max's limbs locked up and her heart stuttered, her animal letting out a rumbling growl. Her ears twitched in uncertainty and she mentally shook herself and stepped forward with determination and squared her shoulders to try and look bigger and more confident then she felt.
"I'm leavin-", she began.
"The fuck you are," Victor growled cutting her off. Max let out an answering growl and stood up straighter, ears forwards to give a dominant look.
"Look I apprec-," he didn't let her finish.
"Do you even know where you are? Striking out on your own when you got no fuckin clue where you're at ain't to fuckin smart." Max growled louder, the sound distinctly K-9 and forced herself not to shrink back when he rose of the sofa.
Victor tried not to laugh. The Pup was puttin on a good front but he could smell her anxious fear surrounding her like a cloud. He saw the way she'd been sneaking glances while she ate, the same look she'd given him at the bar when he'd first seen her before her instincts had taken over and made her skittish.
"You can't fuckin' keep me hear," she suddenly snarled.
Max nearly flinched at how pissed off she sounded. Who the fuck did he think he was? She started to tremble with rage when he circled around the couch, and amused look spreading across his handsome face. He looked so dark and dominating- Godamnit! She had to get him the fuck out of her head. Was it time for her period? Was it her heat talking? She's never felt like this before.
He drew her attention again when he moved closer and her fury returned full force, pushing her confusion to the back of her mind. Her was animal slamming and snarling against its mental cage as she felt her eyes bleed yellow. She dropped her bag so it couldn't hinder her and she quickly moved back to get some distance. She didn't know what was going on but she wasn't gonna let him stop her from doing what she needed to do. Victor smirked and advanced again only for her to back up and circle the couch.
"Goin' some place darlin'?" he taunted. She actually snapped her teeth at him, and snarled like the rabid wolf she was. Victor was silently overjoyed, the thought of forcing her to the ground all snarling and spitting mad made his blood run hot and lust to sing through him. Grey eyes had gone gold and hard and her hair even though contained had gotten slightly bigger. She was a sight.
"Doesn't take much to send you over the edge does it? My what a temper, no wonder you got blood on yer hands," He jabbed at her again. Max's thoughts raced and her hatred climbed higher.
"Fuck you!" She spat, her voice barely recognizable through her growls. She wanted him on the floor, soaked in blood and pain. She wanted to rip that fuckin smirk right off his face and feel his skin part under her claws. He stepped forward again his own dangerous growl vibrating between them, and she saw red. That's when all kinds of hell broke loose.