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-HER-

We remain silent outside the cell, holding our breaths as we wait and listen.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Tiffany is screaming next but she soon falls silent upon receiving a low, threatening growl from the lycan. We hear something click before Tiffany is finally walking out.

Her hands are tied behind her back and her eyes are red from crying while her face resembles that of a ghost.

“THIS IS HAPPENING ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!” She screeches as soon as her eyes fall on me. At this, one of the lycans steps behind her and simply puts his hand on the back of her neck. She falls silent instantly and turns paler.

I chose not to say anything yet but only watch her in her miserable state. To some extent, it satisfies me but at the same time, it makes my blood run cold every time I think of all the things she’d have to face in that horrible place. Next, she is being dragged out of the corridor to the lift. She sobs as she gets into the lift with the lycans.

“You’ll pay for this,” She grits at me lowly when I step beside her in the lift. One of the lycans growls in warning as the lift door closes. I remain completely silent and watch her as she slowly starts to lose her mind.

When we reach the surface Tiffany’s father is already waiting for us there.

“You cannot take her away like this!” Her father dares to growl at the Lycan who’s holding Tiffany. The lycan growls back at her father, but more viciously. Before he could do anything further, the third lycan steps in between them.

“You can come with her if you want,” The third lycan offers bit smugly as he steps closer to Tiffany’s father. Terror climbs on his face instantly before he takes several steps back.

“Dad!” Tiffany sobs out loud but her father could do nothing but watch the lycans with helplessly with fear. Their presence is enough to make anyone freeze with terror. Before they could take her away, I finally decide to talk to her for the last time.

“Goodbye, Tiffany,” I try to sound as polite as the situation allows me, “I hope I never see you again,”

“Bitch!” She shouts but before I could react to it, one of the lycans punches her straight in her face. I gasp and stagger back slightly. They are way faster than werewolves.

Her nose is bloody when she looks up me.

“Apologize to my mate, Tiffany!” Jake demands grimly. He looks very eerily calm but I don’t miss how that single muscle in his jaw is ticking like a timebomb.

“Never!” She spits at him. Before the same lycan could punch her again, Jake stops him and speaks to her with the same eerie calm, “If you don’t want to go to Bircilla with a bloody face then apologize to my mate,”

Tiffany growls at me but she speaks with shaking terror anyway, “Sorry,” With that, she is being dragged away. Her father’s left behind, sobbing but he still has the audacity to threaten us, “I will not let you get away with this,”

“I am throwing you out of the pack tonight,” Jake tells him. Without waiting for his reply, he takes me away.

~

It’s almost been a week since Tiffany has been taken away and her family has been declared rogue. I still find myself thinking about it every day.

The pack seems to have gone back to normal and so have Jake’s family but I am pretty sure that it still haunts them and it will continue to do so.

Jake would wake up at night several times to make sure that I am beside him and I would always have a wolf with me when Jake’s not around. At first, I tried to convince them that this wasn’t needed but then I ended up just letting them do whatever brought them the peace of mind.

Nonetheless, everyone was seemingly getting over the incident. The end of January was soon knocking on Jake’s door, telling me that I should be back home and preparing for the next semester.

“Can’t you stay?” Jake asks he sits on his bed and watches me pack my stuff with a deep frown hanging on his face.

“I wish,” I tell him with a deep sigh.

“You know, sometimes you can be unruly,” Jake suggests but I simply shake my head at him. “I will have someone check on you while I cannot,” He tells me next. I press my lips in a thin line instead of protesting. I don’t want to take the conversation in that direction again.

“I will miss you,” he groans as he tries to pull me back into his lap. I find myself giving into his touch as always.

“You’ll be visiting me, wouldn’t you?” I ask him as he gazes at me fervently.

“I will,” He promises me while his hand disappears beneath my sweater. I instantly flush as he finds my mark. It doesn’t take long for his lips to claim mine. Desire floods into my chest through the bond but I pull back before things could head down south.

The lust simmering in his eyes makes it harder for me to say 'no' to him but I know very well if I don't stop him then we are going to be pretty late.

"Please," He groans.

"Tonight," I promise him. This makes his eyes gleam with possessiveness before he asks, "When will you visit next?"

"Most probably on Christmas," I tell him. His frown deepens, "That's decades away. I'll bring you back next month,"

"No," I tell him while playfully poking his nose.

"Why not?" He growls. "Do you still plan on running away from me?" He asks heatedly. I don't miss how he gropes me hard while he grows more possessive. My core tingles at this and the desire comes back suddenly. I am finding it hard to resist him slowly.

"Not anymore," I tell him heatedly before we unite again.