Her Fate, His Mate

Chapter 8

It was the day before my birthday. I laid in bed looking up at my ceiling fan. It was my last day of training. The week with Asher and Kingston had flown by so quickly. I had never felt any stronger than I do now though. I was helped with my special abilities, of what we called fury. Fury sounded better than rage, which is what Kingston called it. Gracie had still kept her distance to avoid Grants wraith.

I got up and got dressed, wearing bike shorts, a tank top and my boots. I sat down in front of my mirror and brushed out my long hair. I parted it down the middle all the way to my neck and put one side in a loose hair tie. I began french braiding the other side slowly. I wasn't an expert but this kept my hair more intact than just a messy bun. Which is annoying to have to stop and fix several times. Our training exercises were getting more intense as the week had went on. I was so thankful I had a large soaking tub in my room. My muscles were screaming by the end of each training session. I finished braiding my hair and stood up and walked to my floor length mirror. I had leaned up in only a weeks time, it was different for wolves unlike humans. Our bodies could drop weight and add muscle crazy fast.

I heard some commotion and walked out of my bedroom. It was still really early and generally we were the only ones up and ready to train while everyone still slept. I got to the stairs and everyone was running about frantically. It was complete and total chaos. Grant and his father were down screaming out orders to people left and right.

"We will find whoever did this and they will pay!" Roared Grant from below. His father was speaking to about twenty or so warriors.

I slowly backed away and went down the hall. I walked to the opposite side and ran down the stairs and out the door. I looked back as I was walking down the steps and ran right into Grant.

"Going somewhere my sweet? If you hadn't noticed we are under attack." He grinned.

"Does that make you happy?" I said in confusion at his smiling.

"I may or may not have set a few of the homes near Woodland territory on fire, some people may have still been in them." He grinned down at me. "Ryker is being charged with the crimes and we are leaving now!" He grabed me up by the arm and drug me along side of him.

I walked with him and as we were coming close to Ashers house we stopped. Grant looked around before looking down at me "You will walk normal to the truck. You will not fight me or argue with me. Put this hooded sweatshirt on. That's an order." His jaw clinched and he looked around to make sure no one was watching. I put the oversized hoodie on and looked up to him. He reached behind me and brought the hood over my head "Look down some so no one will recognize your face."

"What? Why does it matter everyone-" I started to protest before he cut me off.

"Just do it, NOW!" He growled back at me.

Just then Asher walked out of his house and walked over to us. "Sir, I heard the news, where do you need me?"

"Southeastern border. Make sure those Woodland wolves don't cross over!" Grant pointed in the direction and had a blank look on his face.

I linked Asher "Asher, Grant has lost his mind. I'm standing right here, he's hiding me for some reason. Do not do what he says! Go help our people, let Ryker know he's taking me somewhere. I don't know where he's taking me. He said something about in a truck but I didn't know he had a truck. He did it and is framing Ryker. I can take care of myself for now. Do not worry. Just help them, please. I'll link you if I can get a description of the truck. Go now before he gets suspicious."

Just as I had finished Asher bowed down to Grant and stood back up "Yes sir, we will make sure they pay for what they've done!" He took off to the southeastern border linking me "Don't worry I'm going to stay close so our link won't break. Then I am going to check on everyone and give him a heads up of what is going on. Stay safe and remember what I have taught you."

Grant tugged the sleeve of my sweatshirt "Let's go, keep your head down." He commanded.

I looked down to the ground some but kept my head up just enough to be able to see where we were going. We walked through the garage and to a truck I had never seen before. It was huge, with four doors, big thick tires, and the windows were tinted. I immediately linked Asher. "Big four door truck, it is a dark midnight blue almost black, thick tires, and super dark tinted windows. Stay safe." I broke the link.

He opened my door for me and held out his hand for hell. I took his hand, helping me into the truck. I sat down and he shut the door, walking around to get in. He hopped in, shutting his door and started the engine, the truck roaring for life. He reached into the backseat and pulled out a blind fold and a black case. "Sorry but I have to do this, you can't know where we are going." He leaned back and punched me in the face. It took three good hits before he knocked me out.

I felt myself being lifted out of, what I am assuming was the truck. My entire body ached and my arm stung and throbbed like nothing I had ever felt before. I came to the conclusion that it was wolfsbane. It slowed the healing process down tremendously, it was actually smart on his end. Stupid at the same time because he could have killed me. Too much wolfsbane could tragically end a wolfs life. I noticed my hands were bound together tightly as he laid me on something soft and comfortable. I listened to him pick up his phone with a panic sounding voice, "No they took her!! I don't know where she is and they masked her scent! I'm searching everywhere for her I'll be back as soon as I find my mate!"

"Liar!" Amethyst screamed in my head and it was all she could muster and curled up in pain. He climbed in next to me and wrapped his arms around me. If I could move I would get away from him and smother him in his sleep but I was so weak. I soon drifted back in and out of unconsciousness, as I felt his hand pulling out my French braids, smoothing and stroking it softly. The pulling from unraveling the braids he was doing made my head pound. It went completely dark when he ran his hands through my hair.