Chapter 7 Captive

Moana

“Hey! Stop!” the scar-faced man shouted.

I ran as fast as I could, willing my legs to pump harder, to push me further away from the imminent danger that I sensed. I could hear the sound of footsteps pounding on the sidewalk behind me; I was just a human, and these men were werewolves. I should’ve known I wouldn’t stand a chance trying to outrun them.

I screamed for help, but no one came — no one ever came when a woman screamed for help in the city, and I cursed them for that in that moment.

The sound of the men running behind me came closer. I felt as though my body didn’t belong to me, like I was watching from a third person perspective as I ran for my life.

The two men gained on me. They were so close now that I knew that one misstep on my part would allow them to catch me. I felt a hand brush my shoulder and I shrieked, pushing myself faster as I glanced over my shoulder to look…

Whack!

I ran into something hard and gritty: a corner of a brick building. As I stumbled backwards, my head reeling from the impact, all I could feel were hands grabbing me. My vision faded, and the last thing I saw was the scar-faced man…

I came to in the back of a car. My head was throbbing and I felt as though I would vomit, which kept me from being able to scream or fight. Where were these strange men taking me?

“She’s awake,” the gravelly voice that belonged to the scar-faced man said.

them to let me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out,

lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where I

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard the sound of the scar-faced man saying something to the concierge, followed

I blacked out again.

woke up again, I was laying on something soft. The room

managed to do it,

good there, huh?” a familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting my back

“Where am I…?”

back in

several times. Finally, Edrick Morgan’s devilishly handsome face came into focus. He was crouching in front of me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness, that I secretly caught him showing a bit of concern for me; under any

you bring me back here?” I whispered,

he asked instead of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon as

of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over to the window to look out

“It’s rude of you to run

two terrifying men to attack me

to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

did you expect me to do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I heard, you took off

forehead as a wave of dizziness took over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching

out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of

pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s

he said, sitting on the arm of a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here

should know that I

could just as easily find someone else to fill

by our… brief history… to

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