The Run To Quinn

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QUINN
"WHERE ARE WE?" I asked. My body was sticky with heat, my hair caressed with dry blood, and my skin dried out from sweat.

Bash turned and smirked at me, a playful glint in his eyes. "Our wounds will heal over the next couple days. Until then, I want to rest up. Going and seeing my mother right now wouldn't give us any time to do that."

I pushed my hair behind my ear and nodded. We had arrived at a small cabin. It reminded me of the one I had back home, the one where all my stuff was. I knew I'd have to go back and get it but Bash was right— resting was our best option. It was late.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

Sebastián nodded his head softly. "It's been used as a guest for a while but nobody is ever in it anymore, so it's mine. Our pack is so far out from everyone else's... nobody comes to stay."

He took my small hand in his larger one and led us up the stairs on the porch. An old screen door covered in holes stood between us and even more rickety door.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" I laughed. "That door looks older than Seymour." Seymour was a werewolf that used to be. He was the oldest living supernatural by thousands of years. He was dead now, of course, but the saying still lived on.

Sebastián winced as he shrugged. "The house won't fall on top of us," he laughed out. "And nothing will attack us. I'm too strong to be taken down."

He was also cocky, something we had in common. "Didn't your Alpha want to see you?"

Bash sucked in a deep breath. "Yes, but he can wait."

I never would have had the guts to tell Alpha Alex that he can wait. At least not seriously.

"Isn't he going to be mad?"

"Yes, but, he'll understand." Sebastián opened up the doors and led us inside the house.

It was nicer on the inside than I expected. The walls were painted a light baby blue and the furniture was all black and white.

The house was small, even compared to the one I shared with Maggie back home.

The living room was the size of a large bathroom, barely fitting a black leather couch, a white coffee table, and a flatscreen hanging on the wall.

The couch was pushed up against a bar that opened into the kitchen. I had never seen a smaller kitchen and, quite frankly, I didn't think I ever would. To the left of us was a dimly lit hallway that had two doors . At the end I could make out a twin size bed in a bedroom that reminded me more of a small nursery room than a master bedroom.

"There's two bathrooms. That's the only upside to this place, I'm so sorry it's hideous." Sebastián moved from his spot behind me to go sit on the couch. "But the house has character!" He smiled.

A small spider skittered across the ground in front of me. I could have stepped on it from where I was but I'd rather be here— here to eat the other bugs I'm sure infested the place.

"Maybe characters, but not character." I sat down next to Sebastián and groaned as I finally felt relaxation. I didn't care if the house was nice or not, honestly, but right now it was the nicest place I had ever been in.

It was a sanctuary, an oasis. It was a place to let my body and my pain finally catch up with my breath.

"Do you want the bed in the room or—"