Twin Moon - Chapter 246 - Go To Sleep
Aurora.
“Goddess help me!” Gunner yelled at the top of his lungs. I snorted in amusement. Gunner is ridiculously sexy, and I want nothing more than to ride him like a bucking bronco. But holy fuck, he can be really stupid. Calling out to the Goddess like she gives a damn about him. Acting like werewolves aren’t murderous beasts. Thinking he can persuade and manipulate me into telling him all my secrets. He's in for a rude awakening when I start killing off his precious pack members.
“Fucking, fucked up, shitting fuck” Gunner growled and stomped back and forth in front of me. I just watched him slowly descend into madness, as I tried desperately not to laugh at his little meltdown.
“I didn’t want to fucking do it this way” he mumbled to himself. It was like he forgot I was even there, or that I could see and hear him.
“Why can’t you let anything be even just a small bit easy” he growled into the sky.
“Are you talking to me”? I asked him after swallowing down my chuckle.
“No!” he snapped and glared at me.
“Right. Well, I'm just going to leave you to your freak out then” I smirked and turned to walk away. I took three steps and then froze. Only it wasn’t me that froze, my body just stopped moving. My legs became so heavy, that I couldn’t lift them. Even my arms became too heavy to lift.
“What the fuck?” I huffed and tried to move my feet, but it was like they were pinned in place.
“I can’t move” I squeaked. I could feel my panic rising. It was just like all those times I was tied to the chair in the frozen room. My wrists, arms, legs and ankles, my chest, neck and forehead, all strapped down so that all I could move was my eyes. This felt like that.
“Gunner, I can’t move” I called back to him desperately.
“I know” his voice answered. He sounded sad and defeated. I felt my feet lift off the ground, but I still couldn’t move. My body slowly turned around in mid air, until I was facing Gunner. He had one hand out toward me and a sullen expression on his face. He was doing this, like when he sent Doyle flying through the air, he’s doing the same thing to me now.
“What are you doing?” I growled and tried to thrash free. I put every ounce of strength into my movements, but nothing worked.
“I’m sorry” he said softly,
“Let me go” I screamed,
“I can’t, you have to come with me” he said as he pulled his arm into his body. I floated closer to him, until my face was only inches from his. He lifted his hand to my face and I closed my eyes. I don’t know what I was expecting, I didn’t think he was going to hit me or anything. But I definitely wasn’t expecting the soft and gentle caress to my cheek. My eyes flew open, and I looked right into Gunner’s piercing gaze.
“You can trust me” he whispered. My head felt dizzy and my eyes wanted to droop closed.
“Everything is alright” he said in a soft gentle voice. I tried to struggle again but I still couldn’t move. I fought as hard as I could, until all that I could do was scream. And I did. I scrunched my eyes closed tight and screamed out in frustration.
“Look at me Whiskey” Gunner’s smooth voice called to me. I wanted to ignore him, to yell at him and demand he let me go. But I didn’t. I opened my eyes and looked into his glowing silver orbs. A wave of calm washed over me.
“You’re safe” his voice echoed through my ears. I stopped trying to fight, to get free, and just gave over to the warm comfortable feeling. Gunner’s eyes shone brightly, deep behind the glow of silver, a bright blue swirled within. I felt like butter melting in a hot pan. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I couldn't feel the anger and the pain and the fear. All I could feel was Gunner, and his calmness.
“We are going back to the car now” he said in a soft and even tone. His voice felt like soft silk cascading through my ears.
“Okay” I responded,
“You will sleep and be happy. When you wake up, we will be home” he told me. My eyes felt heavy and I wanted to close them. A heavy tiredness swarmed through me,
“Okay” I said sleepily,
“You won't remember this. You will only remember getting in the car and falling asleep” Gunner’s echoed voice rang through my head.
“Won’t remember” I repeated. My mind was foggy, I couldn’t remember why I was angry. Gunner’s beautiful silver eyes were gently lulling me into unconsciousness.
“You won’t remember” his voice called through my tired mind. My eyes dropped closed, sleep was pulling me under. I can’t remember why I was scared.
“You’re okay” the smooth gentle voice caressed my ears.
“Go to sleep” he sung. The rest of my thoughts drifted away. I was left floating in nothing. It was warm, safe and comfortable. Nothing else mattered here.
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“Whiskey” a soft and gentle voice called to me. I was happy here, in the empty nothingness, I don’t want to leave yet.
“Whiskey, it’s time to wake up” the voice sung. It was pulling me from the dark, enticing me back to consciousness.
“Hey, are you okay? Are you awake?” I felt a firm touch on my shoulder, and a small shake. My head was pounding, my ears were ringing. I groaned and grasped my head. Where did this headache come from.
“What the fuck” I mumbled. The intense pressure in my skull was making me want to puke.
“Where here, Whiskey, we’re at my pack” Gunner called to me, shaking me gently.
“Will you stop shaking me, you’re gonna make me chuck” I grunted at him and hunched over, putting my head in my lap. How can we be here already. He said it was going to take a long time to get here, wherever here is. I don’t remember any of the drive.
“Did I sleep the whole way?” I asked surprised. I couldn’t have. I haven’t slept for more than four consecutive hours since I was a child. Maybe that’s why my head feels like it’s going to explode. Maybe I just slept too long.
“You sure did. You snore pretty good too” Gunner chuckled awkwardly. I turned my hand and glared up at him and huffed.
“I don’t snore” I quipped,
“I beg to differ” Gunner smiled cheekily. We gazed at each other for a moment. His face turned with an unknown emotion. I couldn’t place it. I don’t know if it was some kind of fear or concern, it could have even been similar to sadness. He's been going on and on about going home, and now that he was finally home, he didn’t seem happy about it. I wonder what is going on inside that beautiful head of his. He pulled his eyes from mine and lifted his head. The moment he looked out the windscreen, the strange emotion left him. His eyes grew five times the size and his mouth hung open with the deep breath he inhaled. I could hear his heart thundering, like a freight train on a rickety track. The cab of the car filled with the stench of his excitement and desire. It was overpowering and sickening.
“Zelena” he whispered to himself.
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