no idea what her kidnappers had planned for her but she assumed it would be less than pleasant.
Closing her eyes she took several deep breaths, trying to hold all of her fear at bay. This was not a situation she was prepared for, fighting back against a snarky bitch at a cocktail party, yes, she was prepared for that. Escaping being kidnapped by a gang of mullet wearing, gun toting hooligans, that she wasn’t prepared for. She grabbed the door handle again, this time opening it quickly and without hesitation, it was now or never. All she had to do was look out, find a path, and make a run for it. She turned her so that she could see outside.
Sidney stood in shock. The yard was covered in the bodies of injured animals. Injured wolves. And the ones who weren’t injured were still fighting, ripping savagely at each other with teeth and claws. They were everywhere. There was easy path that didn’t lead straight through or near a pair of wolves locked in battle.
Shutting the door she leaned against the wall again, planning to weigh her options, but they were more limited than she had known because the woman she’d left with a crushed jaw in the next room was standing there staring at her, covered in blood and mad as hell.
“Wrong thing to do bitch,” the woman drawled, moving her shoulders like she was stretching after a long day at the office.
Sidney wasn’t sure how it was possible, she was sure she’d broken the trashy lady’s jaw if nothing else. “Listen, I just want to leave. I didn’t want to hurt you I just want to leave.”
The woman growled deep in her throat and her skin seemed to shimmer, there was that popping sound, that old leather slapping and cracking, and instead of looking at a woman with a hairdo that might have been lifted from an episode of Married with Children, she was looking at a huge snarling wolf, teeth bared and hackles raised.
Eyes wide and frozen in place all she could think of was whether or not she’d left her straightening iron on at home. What kind of thing was that to think about when death was staring her in the face?
The wolf launched itself at her and a shriek of terror ripped from Sidney’s throat. Knocked to the ground she instinctively put her hands up to the wolf’s throat, trying to keep those sharp teeth as far away from her own throat as possible. Then she realized she was still holding the knife. The blade slid in almost too easily, without effort or thought. It should have been harder, she should have had to use all her strength, but it was like poking a hot fork into ice cream. It just slid in. The teeth were still snapping at her so she stabbed it again, and again, until there was no more movement from the wolf at all.
The door burst open and there stood Red, naked, bruised, cut, and blood spattered. She felt the weight of the heavy animal lift off of her chest.
“Hey now,” he eyed her warily, “put the knife down… you’re ok.”
Sidney looked at her hand and realized she was still gripping the knife so hard that her knuckles were white, and that she was covered in blood herself. From her elbow down looked like she had dipped her entire arm into a vat of it.
She stood shakily, the knife skittered to the ground and she had a hard time not following it. All the adrenaline that had been pumping through her body had suddenly dried up. She was too weak to fight when Red gathered her in his arms and carried her out to the van, the same van she’d been abducted in. He patted her arm and rubbed her shoulder while someone she’d never seen before drove them back to town. He was trying to comfort her. All she really wanted was to be out of the damn van and safe in her own house. But she tried to be rational, her brain trying to latch on to anything to keep from thinking about the events of the last few hours. But all she could think of was the stupid van and how scared she’d been when she’d been shoved inside. She might never want to ride in
Closing her eyes she took several deep breaths, trying to hold all of her fear at bay. This was not a situation she was prepared for, fighting back against a snarky bitch at a cocktail party, yes, she was prepared for that. Escaping being kidnapped by a gang of mullet wearing, gun toting hooligans, that she wasn’t prepared for. She grabbed the door handle again, this time opening it quickly and without hesitation, it was now or never. All she had to do was look out, find a path, and make a run for it. She turned her so that she could see outside.
Sidney stood in shock. The yard was covered in the bodies of injured animals. Injured wolves. And the ones who weren’t injured were still fighting, ripping savagely at each other with teeth and claws. They were everywhere. There was easy path that didn’t lead straight through or near a pair of wolves locked in battle.
Shutting the door she leaned against the wall again, planning to weigh her options, but they were more limited than she had known because the woman she’d left with a crushed jaw in the next room was standing there staring at her, covered in blood and mad as hell.
“Wrong thing to do bitch,” the woman drawled, moving her shoulders like she was stretching after a long day at the office.
Sidney wasn’t sure how it was possible, she was sure she’d broken the trashy lady’s jaw if nothing else. “Listen, I just want to leave. I didn’t want to hurt you I just want to leave.”
The woman growled deep in her throat and her skin seemed to shimmer, there was that popping sound, that old leather slapping and cracking, and instead of looking at a woman with a hairdo that might have been lifted from an episode of Married with Children, she was looking at a huge snarling wolf, teeth bared and hackles raised.
Eyes wide and frozen in place all she could think of was whether or not she’d left her straightening iron on at home. What kind of thing was that to think about when death was staring her in the face?
The wolf launched itself at her and a shriek of terror ripped from Sidney’s throat. Knocked to the ground she instinctively put her hands up to the wolf’s throat, trying to keep those sharp teeth as far away from her own throat as possible. Then she realized she was still holding the knife. The blade slid in almost too easily, without effort or thought. It should have been harder, she should have had to use all her strength, but it was like poking a hot fork into ice cream. It just slid in. The teeth were still snapping at her so she stabbed it again, and again, until there was no more movement from the wolf at all.
The door burst open and there stood Red, naked, bruised, cut, and blood spattered. She felt the weight of the heavy animal lift off of her chest.
“Hey now,” he eyed her warily, “put the knife down… you’re ok.”
Sidney looked at her hand and realized she was still gripping the knife so hard that her knuckles were white, and that she was covered in blood herself. From her elbow down looked like she had dipped her entire arm into a vat of it.
She stood shakily, the knife skittered to the ground and she had a hard time not following it. All the adrenaline that had been pumping through her body had suddenly dried up. She was too weak to fight when Red gathered her in his arms and carried her out to the van, the same van she’d been abducted in. He patted her arm and rubbed her shoulder while someone she’d never seen before drove them back to town. He was trying to comfort her. All she really wanted was to be out of the damn van and safe in her own house. But she tried to be rational, her brain trying to latch on to anything to keep from thinking about the events of the last few hours. But all she could think of was the stupid van and how scared she’d been when she’d been shoved inside. She might never want to ride in
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