Disclaimer: I made this fanfic for my own pleasure, my characters belong to me and my story idea but other characters belong to Patricia Briggs as well as most of the world my characters are in. And because I'm not Patricia Briggs her characters will not be so accurate, sorry but only she can perfect her characters.
Libby woke, tears in her eyes. She had given up on life, but now she wasn't sure.
Don't give up dearest Little Libby, The wolf replied to her thoughts with gentle comfort. Libby curled into that comfort, realizing that her stomach didn't ach as much anymore. However she was extremely hungry. The salvia inducing scents coming from outside the room didn't help. Steaks, baked potatoes, and mixed steamed vegetables.
I trust these men mean no harm, but they are dangerous, her wolf informed a bit reluctantly.
Libby nodded her head, slipping out of the bed. She wore the type of gown that was common at a hospital. She did her best to remain calm and stop herself from thinking unnecessary thoughts. There was a cabinet drilled into the wall across from her bed, and inside were clothes, charcoal grey sweatpants and white t-shirts.
She slipped the pants on first, using the string around the waist to tighten it so they wouldn't fall down. She put the shirt on after seeing her stomach, it was still wrapped but there wasn't any blood staining the wrappings.
She followed her nose and her ears to locate the two men, who were in the dining room eating. There was a plate set aside for her. She avoided their stares as she sat down, and immediately started eating. She couldn't ever had imagined so a delicious meal. She was on her third helpings of everything by the time she realized that they were talking.
"I would like to settle this quickly, however I have to go back home before the full moon." Bran said setting aside his plate.
Samuel set his empty plate on his father's. "Do you want me to stay?" He looked exhausted, physically and mentally. Libby stopped herself from exerting extra energy to peek inside his mind.
"No, you should go on back to the Tri-Cities." Bran responded, he noticed Libby's stare and gave her a small smile.
Libby continued to stare, her expression a confused scowl. "Isn't the big problem over with here?" She asked after swallowing any remaining food in her mouth.
"Vincent, your uncle, is still alive, and I can't be sure of his intentions but with the pack so weak if he came back, no one would be safe."
Libby paled, "I don't think he'll come back… at least if I don't stay here…"
Samuel quirked an eyebrow, was she being a bit arrogant or did she know something they didn't.
He sees me as his creation…at least that's how he always treated me… She sent to Bran, staring at her plate.
"We can't be too sure… I will send someone to help out with things here." Bran informed with a slight nod of his head.
Libby lifted her head, "So I can come with you?"
Bran smiled, Yes you will come with me, where it is safe.
Libby touched her cheeks, realizing she was crying. "Thank you."
Guys, i'm sorry to say but i'm in a slump! I don't know why i struggled to write this (pretty much since i finished chapter 3 which i struggled through) ;3; i even know what direction i'm heading towards. But don't worry! i'll do it! and i'll get it done! and it'll be good!