"When will Rush be here?" Hazel asked, sitting next to me on a couch in the pack house. I glanced over at her, repeating in my head that her name was now Emily. Emily. Emily.
"Soon," I smiled softly. "I talked to him about an hour ago, we're only two hours away...so he should be here any moment," I laughed, remembering how fast Rush drove.
Emily chuckled, pulling the blanket wrapped around her shoulders tighter towards her chest. I looked around the room, noticing the way the other Luna's clumped together. Cherry sat on my left, nervously biting her thumb nail.
"Luna," A warrior from the pack came and bowed in front of us. We directed our attention to him, kneeling on one knee. His eyes were focused on me, a small, sad smile on his pale lips. "Would you mind stepping into the other room with me."
I turned my head slightly and saw Cherry nod her head, sending me off. I let the blanket around my shoulders fall onto the couch and stood up, the large men's shirt covering my upper half fell slightly off my boney shoulder. I followed the warrior to the kitchen where two other warriors were waiting.
I staggered back, eyeing the group of males.
"Luna," The shortest one greeted. "We just have a few questions for you."
"And what would that be?"
"The girl you're with," He began, biting his lip in between his sentence. "She's human."
"She is," I confirmed.
"I don't doubt your judgement, but I just need to know that we are safe with her here."
"Emily isn't a problem," I said firmly. "She was the one who helped us escape. She also fed us while we were in the cells. Her family beat her, she's just as much a victim as we are. I told her I would keep her safe."
"I respect that," He nodded. "I just needed to be sure."
The tallest one escorted me back to the couch where I sat waiting for a few more minutes until I heard a car abruptly skid to a stop. I shrugged Emily's arm off my shoulder, bracing myself for Rush. He threw the door open, eyes moving rapidly around the living room until they settled on me.
I stepped forward, away from the other women, allowing Rush to immediately pull me into his arms. His nose dug into my shoulder, arms curled around the middle of my back. My toes skimmed the floor, heels lifted.
"I missed you," He breathed heavily. "So much."
"I missed you, too," I kissed the side of his head, fingers clenching around the backs of his shoulders.
"Please, don't leave me again. I nearly tore the house apart. I was going crazy, Sloane, crazy. I didn't know what I would do if you didn't come back." His voice was clouded, and although his head remained in the curve of my neck, I knew he was hiding small tears.
"Hey," I said in a hushed tone. "Shh, I'm not going to leave you again. I'm going to stay right by your side."
"You better," He cried childishly. "Are you okay? I mean I know you aren't fine but are you injured? Did they hurt you?"
"Rush," I hushed him. "I will be fine. Let's just go home, please."
In one swift motion, his head snapped back and he peered down at me quizzically. I narrowed my eyes back at him. He turned his head, eyes staring blindly at something as he listened. "Sloane, what is that noise?"
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"The moment I met you, I knew you were going to be trouble. So, tell me little wolf, have you been a bad girl?" Sloane Calder was used to chasing after her older, more reckless sister. She didn't know it would one day lead her straight into the arms...