Merida grabs my bag out and tosses it to me. I try to catch it, when suddenly, Theo’s hand catches it before I can grab it; I freeze. His hand moves toward my face and he cups my cheek. As soon as he touches my skin, I relax into his hand, leaning my head onto it.
Merida walks over and pops the trunk. I glance at her before I see her walk over and pick up the head off the ground, chucking it in the trunk like it’s a ball.
“You head back, we will clean this mess, boss,” says another man, coming up behind us. He has long blonde hair that sits on his shoulders and man is he hung like a horse. I can’t take my eyes off his body. I feel my face heat up before cold hands go over my eyes. Is it just me or are all werewolves just born to look like gods?
“Pervert,” Theo whispers next to me, before removing his hands. The man is now standing with one of my shirts covering his manhood. I raise an eyebrow.
He holds the piece of fabric with one hand before holding out his other for me to shake, I quickly shake it. “I’m Floyd.”
“Imogen,” I say.
“Oh, I know who you are,” he says with a wink.
“How did you find me?” I ask, turning to Theo.
He steps closer, his chest pressing against mine. Leaning in, his lips brush my neck before pressing softly to my mark. I shiver. “Your mark. We will always find you while you bear our mark,” he whispers against my skin. For the first time I’m actually happy they did mark me.
“Kind of like a homing beacon, just doesn’t give us an exact location, more a feeling of direction,” confirms Tobias.
Well, I’m glad it’s correct then. I watch as Merida and Floyd dump body parts in the trunk of my car.
“Who are they?”
“Rogues, you can’t leave when you’re in heat, Imogen. It’s too dangerous,” Tobias says behind me.
“Yeah, I could smell you from miles away before we found you,” Merida speaks up while picking up a bloodied leg and tossing it in the trunk.
“So, all werewolves can smell me?”
“No, mainly just males and me because I’m your mate,” answers Theo.
“How come Merida could smell me then?”
I hear her chuckle, Theo growls softly, and she stops, taking a step back. “What, worried I’m going to steal your mate, Theo?” I raise an eyebrow before it clicks.
“I’m lesbian, Imogen, that’s why I can smell you.” Well then, that definitely explains it then. Merida walks over and hugs me, Theo’s bloodied shirt staining my already dirty dress.
“Take her home. I will stop by and see you tomorrow Imogen,” she says with a wink. I smile, but then wonder how I’m actually going to get home, if they are using my car for body disposal.
Theo moves toward me and I know instantly he’s going to run with me. I gag when he grabs me, his skin sticky with blood, but his cool skin is soothing. I feel his hands go into my hair before he tucks my face into the side of his neck. “Ready?” He asks.
“No.” I hear him chuckle before I feel air brushing past me, whipping my skin.
My body relaxes against his skin. I can hear Tobias behind us, hear the noise of his paws on the ground. Surprisingly, he can keep up.
I knew Theo was a lot faster than Tobias, but this time Tobias is able to keep pace. I feel like he’s running for hours, when we suddenly stop at the end of the driveway. I lift my head and see Tobias shake out his fur before rising completely naked. Theo lets me go and I slide down his body onto my feet.
I can just make out the house lights from where we stand. Tobias walks over to me and grabs my hand. I’m actually glad that this place is so secluded, we definitely would have raised some eyebrows if someone drove past; walking hand-in-hand with one naked man and another soaked in blood, I’m sure it definitely would have raised some questions.
We walk for about five minutes before one of them speaks up. “Did you leave because of me?” Asks Theo.
I don’t answer, leaving was definitely the wrong choice. I can feel that Theo honestly believes he’s the cause of all this. Truthfully, he is, and the way they need to keep me hidden away. When we make it to the house, I stop, looking up at it. This place actually feels like home or maybe it is their feeling toward it. But it doesn’t change the fact it is also my prison. When I stop, they do too.
“What is it?” Tobias asks, looking at me.
“I don’t want to be trapped here again. I also don’t want to be forced to change.” I hear Theo sigh. I can tell he doesn’t agree, I can feel it, the same as Tobias, but they never voice that out loud. “Are you going to keep me here?” I watch as they look at each other.
“Please, Imogen, can we just go inside? We can talk about it later, I promise,” Theo says. He sounds tired despite the fact he never sleeps.
“Not until you answer. I’m not going in there if I can’t live like a normal person, Theo.” I say, letting go of both their hands. I’m surprised when I feel Tobias get angry. I expect it from Theo after the other day, but he seems calm, almost resigned to the fact I won’t be held prisoner anymore. Like he accepts it, but Tobias on the other hand, I feel burning anger ripple through me, making me angry, feeding off his emotion.
“Please don’t make me force you inside, Imogen. Not tonight, I don’t want to argue about this.” Before I can answer, Theo shoots him a look and then turns to me.
“If we let you go back to work, will you stay?” He asks.
I nod; I just didn’t want to remain cooped up in this house twenty-four seven. Tobias growls at Theo but holds his tongue and doesn’t argue back. I can tell that later this is going to turn into another argument between them.