Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 36

  I managed to get Wolfie to let out exactly who I wanted for the two jobs of blood scavenging and joining us on our hybrid hunt.

It wasn't easy, but an aura battle and d@mn near fist fight latter, I had Brandon and Rose on our team for the search and Trainer Marco, and Doc for the blood scavenging.

As much as I hate sending Doc out. If she's ever the one getting seriously hurt, that's our best doctor out of commission, but I think she's the best option for now. The only one I feel confident will be able to handle the rookie wolves that will be "assisting" them.

  And if you want anyone out of confinement when you're planning something like I am, Marco is the one to have. He's a total bad@ss. Taught me and my best friends most of what we know.

His workouts suck.

But you don't take out entire teams of men without a little backbone.

And if you don't have one of those with him as your trainer.

Ha, you either grow one or. . .

There is no or.

We started walking back to the Master House while Happy briefed everyone back at the cells about their jobs and what not.

We made it back, and he lead me up to the floor with my room on it. I figured he was going to shove me into the room I've been staying in for the past few weeks, like usual, but we turned into "his room".

"Here, come sit," He gestured to the bed.

Ummm. . .

What are we doing?

He saw the hesitation.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to bite." He walked over and grabbed my arms so he could lead me to the bed.

Um.

I'm highly suspicious of what's going on here.

This is not normal behavior for him.

He usually just likes to either pretend I'm not here or make me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

  That is, until he throws a tantrum and can't resist screaming at me.

  But I go with the flow anyway.

  He didn't sit down next to me once I was on the bed, so I was left looking up at him.

Oh jeez, I'm about to be lectured, aren't I?

"There is no way in h3ll you're coming with us to search for the hybrids."

The burden of always being right.

"There is, and I am," I informed him.

"No, you are not. It's too dangerous."

"Since when have you cared about my safety?"

"Since always, Maria, I don't know if you noticed, but what happens to you, effects me, as well."

Effects or affects?

"It always has to come back to you, doesn't it? Why should I care what you think when you care about me only because there could be repercussions for you?"

He took a step towards me. "Why is that all you're taking away from this? I'm trying to protect you. Just don't go on the search!"

"I'm going weather you want me to or not," I told him.

"Not if I lock you up somewhere," he countered.

"Goddess, why do you do this? Jason, I have people to protect too."

  Like you, when you get your dumb @ss in trouble, like I know you will.

"I'm not letting you," he crossed his arms stubbornly.

"I don't care. And I can do this, it's my job," I tried to convince him.

"No. You're in over your head."

"What? Who are you to say?!"

He has no idea. I'm the one who has dealt with these b@stard hybrids.

I mean, he's not wrong. But I'm hardly ever in instances I'm not in over my head, and those always seem to work out.

"I can handle it!" I yelled at him.

"No you can't!"

"What makes you think so?!" I scowled at him.

I'm a freaking pure blood for crying out loud.

I doubt the scowl is very affective considering he's still looking down at me, though.

"Because!" He justified.

Oh, very mature.

"Because what?!" I hollered back.

He didn't answer.

"Because I'm a girl, maybe?!" I stared at him.

The smallest hint of realization flashed in his eyes then disappeared behind frustration. "No!"

"Oh, sure!" I rolled my eyes.

"Then why?!" I questioned further.

Do you hear that?

That's the sound of his entire argument falling apart.

"Because. . . Because. . ."

"I bested your gamma in a fight, I'm very familiar with their tactics, and I was literally born and raised for this. Please! Do tell! Why do I not belong on this hunt?" I raised my brow at him.

I saw his eyes searching the floor, almost frantically.

Like it would have an answer.

When he didn't find one, he looked back to me with a glare. "That's not the point. You are staying here weather you want to or not!"

He lunged forward, with honestly impressive speed, and took both my wrists in an iron grip. He dragged me out of the room and into the one across from it.

  Time for one of his tantrums.

  Filled with empty threats and —

  He slammed me against the wall.

  And walls. Empty threats and walls.

  "Go ahead. Lock me in here. See what good that does to keep me from going!" I sneered at him while he held his forearm against my neck to hold me down.

  I started thrashing against the wall, trying to get out of his hold. He still held one of my hands in his own, so I didn't have much to work with.

  The more I tried, the more he leaned against me to suppress my movements. By the end of it, one of my hands were stuck between our chests, and the other was being held against the wall by my side by his leg.

  We stayed like this for a while, and now he's looking down at me silently. For once, I feel like I can't see behind the iron of his eyes.

  The anger between us calmed down, now that neither of us have much room to fight each other.

He seems to be just watching.

  Yet again, I'd give anything to know what he's thinking.

  The more I stare into his eyes, the more overwhelmed I get. The proximity is jarring.

  But if he wants to hold me captive against this wall like this, then I'm just going to revel in his scent.

  Enjoy the way his warmth wraps around me for a second.

  To my surprise, he lifted his free hand to drag a light touch down my right cheek, not even looking like he realized he was doing it.