Chapter 9 - Air

*******Maddison's POV*******

He had been gone for almost half an hour now, as the curiosity began to sink into my mind.

I had decided to sit on the sofa by his balcony, allowing me to look out into the enclosed Forrest surrounding the building.

I had no idea where I was. I was enclosed by large trees with no sign of life at all in the distance.

I knew that there would be no hope in trying to figure out where I was either since these wolves were rogues and therefore didn't want to be found by packs.

I knew that they were way smarter than that to just hide out in any old place and that this place would be far out from any other pack in order to keep them well hidden.

I also knew that he had no interest in letting me go anytime soon... but that brings me back to last night...

I had a chance to run and see where I could end up and I didn't. I stayed to save him. I couldn't leave, my feet physically wouldn't move. My heart stopped for a brief moment seeing the colour drain from his tan skin.

He almost died.

He was my kidnapper. He took me to this awful place and locked me up here.

So why?

I wasn't surprised either when he suddenly switched back to his cold demeanour this morning. He tends to always shut me off after showing small hints of actually caring?

It's strange to even associate him with such a word as caring.

He's cold. Ruthless. Heartless. Intimidating. Demanding. Hot. Warm. Muscular...

Woah!!

What the hell Maddison stop thinking like that!

You're scared to death of this man.

Or should I actually say boy?

He wasn't even much older than me. He was still young himself. Early twenties maybe?

He was a mystery to me. A mystery that I couldn't help but want to solve...

"We are going on that walk that I promised you right now so hurry up!" I suddenly yelp when hearing his thunderous voice as he comes through the door catching me off guard completely.

I hold my heart as it beats rapidly in my chest from his intrusion as he stands smirking at the effect he had left on me.

"I hope to hell you're not sitting there thinking about running off." He grits out, almost as if he was attempting to joke about it at first before actually becoming angry at the thought of me trying to escape.

"I just like the view." I squeak out, not liking the rough dangerous tone he was sporting at the moment.

"Good. Keep it that way cause I won't let you leave me." He says icily. His eyes melting into my own as he holds promise behind them.

"I could've left you already and I chose to stay." I suddenly state, not thinking first before opening my big fat mouth, catching him off guard with my statement.

Think before you speak everyone!

I hate me.

Although it was true. I could've left him already. So he had no right to be so demanding of me to never leave after what we had gone through last night.

I wait for his response.

But there is none.

He just stares at me. Drinking in my words as he glances over my now nervous appearance.

"Let's go." He suddenly states, taring his eyes from mine finally, causing me to release a breath.

He was so intimidating it hurt!

I hop up from the sofa and follow him as he leads me outside.

"Keep your head down and don't think about looking at anybody until I say." He suddenly states, after locking his door and taking a firm hold of my small wrist.

See what I mean now? One minute he acts like he cares and the next he's like ice.

But I do as I'm told anyway. Something telling me to trust what he says as it will benefit me in the long run...

I stumble occasionally, trying to keep up with his large strides as he leads me around the house, me not being able to actually see where I'm going with my eyes fixed on the floor.

I'm quite excited to get some fresh air though. Such a small privilege that I rarely ever got.

I loved nature. I loved everything about being outside no matter the weather.

Hot, cold, snow, rain...

I loved it all.

I sigh quietly to myself, thinking of the day that I'll be free to just go outside whenever I want to. The day where I'll be free to walk around and explore and go for a run in my wolf form.

If that day ever comes that is.

Who knows if I'll ever actually be free from here.

But I trust that my Dad will do everything in his power to find me for as long as I'm still alive and missing...

I listen as he greets a few men, grumbling as he does so. He clearly doesn't like a lot of people around here.

Do I blame him though? They are all rogues.

Filthy dangerous rogues.

Yet I need to remind myself that he's also one of them... I keep painting him to be better than them in my mind somehow and I can't understand why.

"You can look up now." He states, slightly softer than the way he had spoken to everyone else on the way down here, before he opens the back door allowing the fresh, crisp air to fan against my face.

I close my eyes for a brief moment, inhaling the fresh forrest scent as I step out in front of him getting ahead of myself.

"Don't walk in front of me. It doesn't look good on my part is that clear." He states, taking my wrist and pulling me back to his side.

I nod slightly, understanding that he must have a reputation around here and for me to walk ahead of him would be seen as disrespect considering I am his prisoner after all.

I don't exactly mind having to walk beside him at all times... I'm thankful enough to even be out here right now unlike the other girls in the cells who were treated way worse than I was.

We begin to walk, the forrest calming me as I listen to all of the natural sounds of leaves blowing and the wind and streams.

I loved it out here.

As I looked around, taking in every small detail, I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face causing me to turn and see him staring straight at me as we walk.

I blush profusely, unable to help myself since he actually cracked a sudden gentle smile at me as I studied his chiselled face.

He literally smiled at me.

A genuine, soft smile.

What the heck? The most confusing part being the butterfly's that had erupted within my stomach when he did so.

"I want you to know that I'm genuinely grateful for last night. You saved my life." He suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning me to look him in the eye as he spoke.

"Uhh... yeah... sure thing... I mean you're welcome..." I stutter like a nervous school girl talking to her crush.

What is up with me today? Seriously?

"I also want you to know that... I'm really sorry that you have to live here now... it's uh... it's just complicated." He grits out, avoiding eye contact now but sounding genuine with his worlds nonetheless.

He sounds like he has way more to say but is fighting with himself not to.

Weird... he's becoming way more of a mystery with the more real time that I spend with him.

I mean did he really just apologise for bringing me here? What kinda confusing shit is this?

He doesn't actually regret it does he? If he did then he could just let me go back? Or does he know who my father is? Maybe he thinks taking me back would get him caught and killed?

So many questions and very little answers...

Both caught in our thoughts as we continue to walk down to the river on our usual path.

His phone suddenly beeped causing him to groan before pulling out his large iPhone Plus from his back pocket.

I miss having a phone so much. I miss being able to just contact everyone at the click of a button.

He halts in his path, causing me to stop next to him, allowing me to see that it's a text from Warren, the guy that usually brought me food until he suddenly stopped this week...

Yeah I don't like him very much now. I mean I used to think that he wasn't too bad. He was always pretty nice to me when he brought me stuff. Yet he tried to starve me out of the blue for no reason this week...

It really sucked.

I got bored as he stood and typed a long reply to a simple text that said-

Warren- "She's down South. A few guys said that she had phoned saying that she wouldn't be back for five days now."

Whatever that meant.

I began to glance over his phone as he typed, taking in the details such as the time being 14:09 and the battery percentage being 88% before my eyes settled on the date residing above Warrens freshly sent text...

August 8th!

It was like the breath was knocked from my lungs for a split second.

I had to read it over twice to make sure I wasn't insane!

What the freaking heck!

How did I manage to lose track of my days?!

August 8th is my birthday!

Already? I don't even feel like it should be my birthday this soon!

What the fuck! I'm officially eighteen!

Well I mean it will be official at 14:45 since that was when my mother had actually given birth to me but I mean I'm officially eighteen today!

If only it felt as special as it should be.

I miss my family and friends more than ever now...

I mean it's my birthday. My eighteenth birthday and who do I have to celebrate with?