Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

I keep retirranging the guns and the furniture to keep myself entertained after hours. Mostly, I stand on the balcony and watch as everyone else comes and goes freely. He opened the doors up a couple of days ago and gave me my guns back. 1

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I want to be mad at him. I want to kick and scream the way I've always done. But the truth is that he's right. I made this deal with him. I handed my life over to him the moment I agreed to help and told him that all I wanted in return was for him to be the one to kill me. I'm done fighting. It's never gotten me anywhere. None of it has changed. The future he's trying to offer me is not as ficked as the one I was living in, but my mind hasn't changed. My wolf still cries out for relief. Now more than ever. I've been sober for a while now and everything I tried to drown out is as loud as ever The only escape is his emptiness. The way we mindlessly f*****e fact that I am disgusted with myself. That Lam ashamed of the way things have turned out for me. I didn't picture my life like this. Even if I changed my mind, even if I accepted him as my second chance. I'd be nothing but his slave. Maybe not in his eyes, but they would all see me as nothing more than this thing he picked up on the road to his Kingship.

I accept that this is the way things are now. I'm already dead to the world. A martyr. The face of a revolution those who needed my help will use until there's a real change in the packlands. The King is right. Jacob doesn't need to be worried about me when we all know there is only one path for me and it's inching closer and closer to the cliff I've been running towards for the past five years. Will you

come

"No, thank you,

down to have dinner with me?' the King asks. He has a tray in his hand.

"Per" he stops himself and sets the tray on the breakfast table. "You've been here a while and the cooks still don't know your preferences. Do you have any?" "Everything they make is delicious," I shake my head, "You don't have to go out of your way for this. I've never been picky. Just glad to have food in my belly" "Perry," he sighs

"You can have dinner here if you like," I don't want him to scold me for punishing him or myself. It's wasted breath. Nothing is going to change.

"I'll see you later," he says and excuses himself.

It wasn't a lie. There has not been a single thing these people have fed me that I could easily call my favorite. I eat tonight without really tasting anything and I clean myself up. When I get out of the shower, the tray is gone.

I sit in this empty room feeling sleepy. I lay in the bed and turned my body to see the urn with the scowl I drew on it the last time I held his ashes to me. I reach for it and tuck it into the pillow next to me.

For the first time in my life, I have nothing to say to him. Or rather, I have nothing I want to share with him. I used to share it all with him. Even before I knew he was my mate. Whenever I was upset and he knew he wasn't the reason behind it, he would corner me. He would demand I tell him what was wrong. If he didn't think I could take care of it myself, things magically took care of themselves.

But this is different, isn't it? I'd never be able to tell him that I let someone else in That I let another man touch me in ways he never got to. I can't tell him that I care about what might happen to Jonas after I'm gone. How much I already regret it. I might not even get to see Darren again because what I'm doing is damning. I'm ruining someone's life knowingly and I'm not going to stop even when it feels this heavy.

Unable to keep looking at the scowl on the jar I rub the chalk off set the urn back on the nightstand, and turn away from it. 1 might be all out of tears for Darren. My rage is taking a new focus and its increase in demand is always sneaking up on me, 08.26 Fri,

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always demanding I give hing my attention instead. Until our deal is settled, I'm going to have to put my needs aside.

"Perry?" the door opens. I look up to see said demander in question staring back at me. "With me. Now,"

"I'm not dressed to go anywhere. I already took my bra off, I shake my head. He comes over and pulls the comforter off me. He scoops me up into his arms. "We're not going anywhere. I need you with me," he growls, "Where I want you,"