Chapter 21

The gun is heavy in my hand and it shakes slightly but I’m not loosening my grip. Thomas will be back any

moment and I know I need to take him by surprise. I can’t fight in my condition and I stumble towards the stairs, quickly getting under them before he comes back. Naturally I hear the door creak back open seconds later and his footsteps as he comes in. It only takes him less than a minute to realize I’m gone.

“Winter” he yells and I stay silent, breathing heavily in the darkness, trying not to give my location away. There’s plenty of hiding spots in the basement and I hope he thinks I’m hiding somewhere, anywhere else.

“This is stupid” he says annoyed “you can barely walk on that leg. You really think you have the guts to shoot me” he scoffs and begins to walk down, looking tentatively around him, looking for me.

a little further down. He

him. To my satisfaction he loses his balance and goes tumbling down the stairs. He doesn’t

his chest moving evenly but his eyes are closed and I pray that he’s lost consciousness because now I have to climb over him to get to the stairs and out of here. The gun shakes in my hand as

It’s steady but he doesn’t react to my touch and I slowly move my good leg over him, gripping the banister tightly as I swing my painful one over his body and up the first step. I pant, it hurts so damn much but I can’t afford to slow down. Part of me wants to shoot Thomas in the face while he lies there, but I can’t bring

for the fact I’m still in a baby doll with no underwear but shrug it off. Who cared? Right now I needed to get out. Clothes could

even halfway up when I heard him move. I freeze and look over my shoulder, seeing beginning to move and I start to almost jump each step, desperate to get out the door. I limp towards the front door, the gun still in my hand, hoping that he’s still not up, still in too much pain to move. I forgot that he already had his wolf and would heal quickly. He tackles me to the floor and I scream in rage, red hot pain in my foot as I fall, the

his face stony and his

and I back up a little as he laughs, his fingers closing around my throat while I scrabble

get tighter. “I’m sorry” I pant

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