Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 10
#Chapter 10 Silver wolf
My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced
We were falling. We were crashing, all because this idiot wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!
Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.
“Hold on to me!”
I tumed to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn–out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain
“What are you doing?” I asked, between panicked breaths as he tensed and leaned back into the carriage. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing to prepare for something.
Was he going to jump?
“Are you going to jump?”
“Don‘t let go.”
“You‘re not answering me!”
I closed my eyes and tightened my grip as I felt him rock back before launching us forward out of the open door. The scream that wanted to escape my chest beat against my teeth as I felt the air whistling past us and we flew through the air towards the mountain
I can’t believe he jumped. He’s crazy, and I was crazy to do this.
The skin on his neck grew rough, then furry and my eyes popped open in shock. He couldn’t be serious! I’d heard that most people had trouble shifting at will. I knew from experience that even if you could shift once, that didn‘t mean you could do it consistently. My father told me it had taken him years to control his shift with ease.
Werewolves now just weren’t the same as werewolves a hundred years ago. Guns kind of made claws useless. Luxury clothes made it a waste to shift at any time. The need to shift had lessened enough that it was almost becoming a lost, though highly revered, art.
we could be better prepared to survive if a mine collapsed and to hunt in the forest
I knew of other packs, people twice our age barely knew how to shift completely, let alone smoothly and under duress, yet here Matt Wallber was losing his handsome human features for soft silver fur and a
and warmer as
then, it wasn’t just my imagination.
the side of the mountain. The air shook as it slammed into
of the rock, coming to a hard stop before starting to slide down. He growled, digging into the rock to stop our descent. I yelped each time his paws scraped and scrambled trying to
dust fell from above and I pressed myself closer to his back hoping nothing would hit us. The rocks missed us just barely and I coughed
swung us out of the way of the falling cable line as it cut a sparking line down
the side of the mountain and the wreckage fell into the darkness below. My arms were locked around his neck as I hung from his back. I couldn‘t breathe. I could barely see by the light of the smoldering car below that was
a good idea? What hell was I going to do? I couldn’t die yet. He couldn’t die until I had all my answers and could
out of this, or I would haunt him and his entire
to transform since, trying to conserve my wolf‘s strength to communicate with Angelia. I almost regretted it now, but there was no guarantee that I would have had
small tree above us. It didn‘t look strong enough to hold our weight, but it was on a ledge
of rock and I had a
up to the larger ledge. He rocked back and shot up just as the tree began to snap. I felt him land them leap again
and allowed me to slide off his back. For a few moments, we sat in silence as I regained my ability to breathe easily and my limbs stopped tingling
on the ground, panting from exertion He was covered in sweat and dirt. The scrapes on
an evil man had no right to be so
and it was the least I could do for
“Thank you,” I said
sat up, but refused the
to look out into
not where I intended, but
where his father was evil, Matt was