I didn't get very far before someone grabbed onto my arm, pulling me back so I was against someone's chest.
"I am not letting you leave," Gabriel growled at me, threatening. I pulled back, glaring at him with all I had.
"Well too bad I am," I growled back, he tried to grab me again but I slapped him hard on the cheek, a growl escaped his lips when I did it and I was about to slap him again when he grabbed a hold of my wrist.
"Do not hit me unless you want to be hit back," he said and I almost laughed, I would have if I wasn't so pissed.
"Then hit me!" I paused then continued when he didn't say or do anything, "What makes you think you had a right to claim me! Claim me without even asking or telling me that you did!" I screamed at him, by now Liam and his friends had come out of the building, along with a few other people I didn't recognize.
"I did it because it wasn't going to be long before it happened anyway! That and I wanted to keep you safe!" He shouted back and I snatched my wrist out of his hand because his grip was getting painfully tight.
"You can't predict the future! And I assure you if it was going to happen, it sure as hell isn't going to now!" I growled and we both took a step toward each other, glares set on each other. I didn't even bother asking him why he thought it would keep me safe, what was the point when he was the pack leader. It wasn't about my safety; it was all about getting what he wanted.
"I'm leaving whether you like it or not. You can't control that, even if I am bound to you," I growled through my teeth, turning around swiftly and walking away from him and by Liam and his friends, along with all the other people who were outside.
"I need to ride to go pick up my stuff," I said as I grabbed Liam's hand and dragged him a long with him. Liam started to pull me back with him but then started walking with me. I'd ask him why later, right now I was just set on getting the hell away from Gabriel.
I got in the passenger seat and right as Liam got in the car I bombarded him with questions. He waited to answer them until we were out of the parking lot.
"How long did you know Gabriel claimed me?" I asked him harshly and I saw him tense.
"Well I found out a couple weeks ago, but word went around that it's been way longer than that," he said and I let out a growl. I had been bound to him for god only knows how long and I didn't even know. Then I remembered a conversation from a couple days ago that I wanted answers for.
"What happened the night of the fire? When I was in the ruins and you saw me?" I asked as we pulled into Gabriel's driveway. It wasn't a long distance from the funeral home to his house; I just didn't want to walk because the walk from his house to mine was longer.
"Let's get your stuff together then I'll tell you," he said and then quickly got out of the car, slamming the door and basically running up the steps to Gabriel's apartment. I narrowed my eyes at his retreating figure. This must be something extreme, or maybe just something neither of them wanted me to know.
Before leaving Gabriel's I managed to get Liam to take my stuff out to the car while I tried to get the drawer open that had those papers in it. Eventually I was able to pull the drawer open, which took a lot of strength. The papers that I had seen earlier were of a house document. Attached to the papers were pictures of my house, the outside and the inside. I quickly flipped through the papers, skimming through them to see why he had them.
By the time I was done reading them I was beyond mad, but didn't let it show because I wanted to wait to yell at Gabriel about it. On the papers, the ones for my house, it said that it was going to be put up for sale by the owner. I didn't know who the hell owned my house, but I'm pretty sure it was my mom who did, and if she's dead that legally meant that I owned it…right? Either way, if I owned it or not, I was still mad at Gabriel for even putting it up for sale. He had no right, it was my home, and I was going back there whether he liked it or not.
After putting the papers back and shutting the drawer I went out to the car and Liam started the car to take me home. He turned on the radio when I was about to speak, which kind of got me annoyed. The feeling passed quickly though because not long after we pulled into my drive way and he wouldn't have a choice but to turn off the radio and answer my questions.
I was wrong though because as soon as he shut off the car he was out the car door, starting up my porch with tense steps. I followed behind, leaving my luggage in the car so I wouldn't have to carry it all in before asking questions.
"So what happened?"" I asked quickly as I shut the door behind me with my foot. He was pacing my living room, running a hand though his hair, while the other was in his jean pocket.
"You have to promise me that you won't freak out," he said, still pacing. I didn't say anything because honestly I didn't know what I would do. He nodded as if I said something then continued.
"Okay so you remember the fire and you know your mom died in it," he said and I flinched, wow way to be blunt, "Well, that night I was in the bar, and I was sure I was going to die," he said and my mouth opened in shock. He had been in there, why wasn't he dead?
"I know what you must be thinking, 'Why isn't he dead?' Well anyway, I had been there. I was talking to Samuel when the bar door flew open and five guys walked in, looking around the room before separating from each other. I didn't recognize these people at all, and they made me a little suspicious. I followed them the best I could, each one. I lost a few of them and it was an hour before I found them again. Two of them had gotten back together and were dancing in the crowd. I remember thinking that there movements were too rigid, like they were waiting for something to happen," he paused for a second and let out a shaky breath before continuing, "I should have stopped your mom from going up there with him, but I couldn't just barge up and say I was suspicious of these guys because they didn't look right, so I just let her go up there with one of them. He looked real anxious, like he couldn't wait to get something done. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes before the guy came back down, without your mom. I got up quickly and told Samuel I had to go check on someone. He said it was fine because he had to take out the trash anyway.
I made my way up the stairs to the private rooms; I didn't know which one they had went in so I knew I'd have to search. At the top of the stairs I looked down and saw that the five guys were leaving quickly, very quickly actually. That's when I knew something was wrong. I ran to every single room, telling everyone to leave quickly because something bad was going to happen. I didn't wait to see if they left because I had to find your mom. I finally found the room she was in, but I think I was too late.
She was passed out on the bed and I couldn't see her chest moving. I ran over to her to check her pulse but there wasn't one. I grabbed under her arms and started to pull her out of the room. That's when the smoke started seeping through from under the door, and I could hear screams. I set your mom down so I could open the door but when I touched the door knob I was burned. It was so hot! The smoke was starting to come into the room faster and faster, making it harder for me to breath. I knew if I wanted to get out I had to now. The only other way out was the window. I turned and started dragging your mom but it was no use, it was either I leave her there and get out, or we both stay and die," he said, stopping his pacing and looking at me with pain filled eyes. I already knew the rest because, well, he was here right now, "I'm really sorry Nina. You have no idea how hard it was. Then when I found you in the ruins, you looked so broken. I'm sure you would have snapped and changed right there, but Gabriel was there behind you and he stabbed you with a shot of morphine," he said and I stepped back from him. Not only did he let my mother die, but he also let Gabriel put me to sleep, even if it was only for a short time.
"How could you?" I whispered to him and he opened his mouth but I cut him off, "First you let my mother die, but then you let Gabriel drug me? What kind of a friend are you?" I hissed at him and backed up.
"First of all, I'm pretty sure your mother was already dead," he growled at me, getting angry like I was, "And secondly, you looked distressed. If you wouldn't have been put to sleep who knows what you would have done. Not only to me or others, but to yourself," he growled as he took a step closer. I growled back, stepping closer so we were only a few feet apart.
The sound of clapping from the stairs made us both snap our heads in that direction at the same time. Coming down the stairs clapping with an amused look on his face was Ryan, the guy who had given me a ride a couple days ago.
"Wow what a show," he said with a smile as he stopped clapping, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at us amused, "You know, it's not every day that I get to witness two werewolves fighting with each other. I swear it was the funniest thing watching you guys about to fight, looking all cute and angry. And you, Nina," when he said my name Liam looked at me with a confused look on his face, probably wondering how he knew my name, "Wow you look hot when you're angry. I can see why your boyfriend likes you so much," he continued after he said my name. I growled and took a step forward.
"How the hell did you get into my house?" I ask while narrowing my eyes at him. He just looked amused at my tone and how angry I was.
"You are so cute all the time, how do you pull it off you little fireball," he said and then looked as if he was in thought for a second, "You know it's too bad you're a werewolf, otherwise we'd have so much fun together," he said with a cocky grin on his face. Liam growled while I just took a step forward with my fists clenched.
"You're a sick pervert," I said to him in a menacing voice, still wondering how he had gotten into my house.
"You should really keep your windows locked next time," he said suddenly, the smile off of his face and a serious look on his face. I was about to ask him what the hell he was talking about when suddenly something was pulled over my face and the overwhelming smell of something made me slip into darkness.