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Authors: Heather C. Myers
don't," Bridgette said, finally turning to face her. She wasn’t sure if she should trust her. Why would a wolf want to help out a stranger to the pack anyways? What was in it for her?
"Despite what you may have heard about the mark and what it represents or does, Marcus couldn't help it," she told Bridgette. "When a wolf experiences phasing, he can't help himself. He bites what he wants. Sometimes he doesn't even realize he went through phasing. It's his mark. It's letting everyone know that you are his. You're his property."
"Will you tell him for me that I don't give a shit about some stupid mark on my neck?" Bridgette asked. She was surprisingly calm, her body stalk-still, despite her recent outburst at the agency’s onsite clinic. "I don't belong to him. I don't want him. I want to be rid of everything that has to do with him. Will you tell him that for me?"
For whatever reason, Bridgette noticed the wolf’s eyes darken . "Of course," she told the young red head. "I'd be happy to."
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Chapter 6
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It took a long time for Bridgette to finally fall asleep that night. She had locked her doors, closed her windows, and turned off every light except for the one in the kitchen. In her room, there was a fan blowing softly on the young woman, keeping her cool through the surprisingly hot night. Though it was summer, her apartment tended to run cool, and every now and then, she would make good use of her fireplace. Tonight was hot, sticky, and dreadfully uncomfortable. For a long while, Bridgette stared up at her smooth ceiling, trying to figure out if she felt any different. Nothing seemed out of place when it concerned her physical mentality. It wasn't like she had a sudden appetite for raw meat or needed to dry hump somebody's leg. But there was a fluttering in her stomach that persisted ever since she left Sterling's manor. She wasn't sure why it was pestering her, but it felt like her body was anticipating something her consciousness was currently unaware of. It made her nervous.
Both Clive and Kendall had called her that evening. Kendall had assured her that nothing would change between them, and Clive mentioned that the Research Unit of NDS was currently working on some sort of cure for lyncropothy.
"It doesn't work on those naturally conceived as werewolves," he had explained, "but on humans who were changed."
It gave Bridgette some hope, but something inside of her told her that they couldn't exactly undo this.
When she entered her apartment that evening, Bridgette felt lonely. Nobody could really understand what she was going through. How could they? Did they know how it felt to wait around until what every text promised was a searing pain that shot through their body and transformed them into something unhuman?). She shouldn't stay in the city. Even the werewolves that worked at NDS were not permitted to live in the surrounding area. It was the forest for her, whenever she did transform.
Like hell would she go to Sterling, the man who ruined her life with a nip of her neck.
Her face contorted into a scowl just thinking about him, and she wished she had something she could throw against the wall so it would smash to bits and fall onto the floor.
She loathed, detested, and absolutely hated that man. Who the hell did he think he was, biting her, knowing she had no choice in the matter? Even if that woman she had met at his manor said was true, that he couldn't control himself around her, he still should have tried.
If all came to worse, well… s he would just start her own pack of werewolves. That was permitted, wasn't it? Or, at least, be a lone wolf. Kind of like she was now.
And would a mark on her neck really keep men away from her? She didn't think so. It wasn't like the bite would repel the opposite sex.
Would it?
God, she hoped not. She couldn't go her whole
"Despite what you may have heard about the mark and what it represents or does, Marcus couldn't help it," she told Bridgette. "When a wolf experiences phasing, he can't help himself. He bites what he wants. Sometimes he doesn't even realize he went through phasing. It's his mark. It's letting everyone know that you are his. You're his property."
"Will you tell him for me that I don't give a shit about some stupid mark on my neck?" Bridgette asked. She was surprisingly calm, her body stalk-still, despite her recent outburst at the agency’s onsite clinic. "I don't belong to him. I don't want him. I want to be rid of everything that has to do with him. Will you tell him that for me?"
For whatever reason, Bridgette noticed the wolf’s eyes darken . "Of course," she told the young red head. "I'd be happy to."
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Chapter 6
----
It took a long time for Bridgette to finally fall asleep that night. She had locked her doors, closed her windows, and turned off every light except for the one in the kitchen. In her room, there was a fan blowing softly on the young woman, keeping her cool through the surprisingly hot night. Though it was summer, her apartment tended to run cool, and every now and then, she would make good use of her fireplace. Tonight was hot, sticky, and dreadfully uncomfortable. For a long while, Bridgette stared up at her smooth ceiling, trying to figure out if she felt any different. Nothing seemed out of place when it concerned her physical mentality. It wasn't like she had a sudden appetite for raw meat or needed to dry hump somebody's leg. But there was a fluttering in her stomach that persisted ever since she left Sterling's manor. She wasn't sure why it was pestering her, but it felt like her body was anticipating something her consciousness was currently unaware of. It made her nervous.
Both Clive and Kendall had called her that evening. Kendall had assured her that nothing would change between them, and Clive mentioned that the Research Unit of NDS was currently working on some sort of cure for lyncropothy.
"It doesn't work on those naturally conceived as werewolves," he had explained, "but on humans who were changed."
It gave Bridgette some hope, but something inside of her told her that they couldn't exactly undo this.
When she entered her apartment that evening, Bridgette felt lonely. Nobody could really understand what she was going through. How could they? Did they know how it felt to wait around until what every text promised was a searing pain that shot through their body and transformed them into something unhuman?). She shouldn't stay in the city. Even the werewolves that worked at NDS were not permitted to live in the surrounding area. It was the forest for her, whenever she did transform.
Like hell would she go to Sterling, the man who ruined her life with a nip of her neck.
Her face contorted into a scowl just thinking about him, and she wished she had something she could throw against the wall so it would smash to bits and fall onto the floor.
She loathed, detested, and absolutely hated that man. Who the hell did he think he was, biting her, knowing she had no choice in the matter? Even if that woman she had met at his manor said was true, that he couldn't control himself around her, he still should have tried.
If all came to worse, well… s he would just start her own pack of werewolves. That was permitted, wasn't it? Or, at least, be a lone wolf. Kind of like she was now.
And would a mark on her neck really keep men away from her? She didn't think so. It wasn't like the bite would repel the opposite sex.
Would it?
God, she hoped not. She couldn't go her whole
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