Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 10
#Chapter 10 Silver wolf
My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced
We were falling. We were crashing, all because this idiot wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!
Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.
“Hold on to me!”
I tumed to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn–out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain
“What are you doing?” I asked, between panicked breaths as he tensed and leaned back into the carriage. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing to prepare for something.
Was he going to jump?
“Are you going to jump?”
“Don‘t let go.”
“You‘re not answering me!”
I closed my eyes and tightened my grip as I felt him rock back before launching us forward out of the open door. The scream that wanted to escape my chest beat against my teeth as I felt the air whistling past us and we flew through the air towards the mountain
I can’t believe he jumped. He’s crazy, and I was crazy to do this.
The skin on his neck grew rough, then furry and my eyes popped open in shock. He couldn’t be serious! I’d heard that most people had trouble shifting at will. I knew from experience that even if you could shift once, that didn‘t mean you could do it consistently. My father told me it had taken him years to control his shift with ease.
Werewolves now just weren’t the same as werewolves a hundred years ago. Guns kind of made claws useless. Luxury clothes made it a waste to shift at any time. The need to shift had lessened enough that it was almost becoming a lost, though highly revered, art.
to shift so we could be better prepared to survive if a mine collapsed and to
and under duress, yet here Matt Wallber was losing his handsome human features for soft silver
grew stronger and warmer
it wasn’t just my imagination. It was coming from
the side of the mountain. The air shook as it slammed into the rock and
starting to slide down. He growled, digging into the rock to stop our descent. I yelped each time his paws scraped and scrambled trying to find purchase on the jagged rock. We slipped and slid down the side as the wire cable whipped overhead
from above and I pressed myself closer to his back hoping nothing would hit us. The rocks missed us just barely and I coughed as the dust fell around
tenuous hold loose and sending us sliding down a strangely smooth patch of the mountain’s face. H e shifted abruptly and swung us out of the way of the falling cable line as it cut a sparking line
the side of the mountain and the wreckage fell into the darkness below. My arms were locked around his neck as I hung from his back. I
hell did he think this was a good idea? What hell was I going to do? I couldn’t die yet. He couldn’t
out of this, or I would haunt him and his entire family well into the
transform since, trying to conserve my wolf‘s strength to communicate with Angelia. I almost
rock before moving up, slowly and surely towards the figure of a small tree above us. It didn‘t
there was a wider outcropping of rock and I had a feeling what his plan
praying that he was strong enough to get up to the larger ledge. He rocked back and shot up just as the tree began to snap. I felt him
a few moments, we sat in silence as I regained my ability to breathe easily and my
in sweat and dirt. The scrapes on his chest and arms were quickly healing, his sweat was carrying
was handsome, of course, but he was well–built and finely toned. I had imagined that Matt didn’t bother with any sort of
son of an evil man had no right to be so attractive, but I supposed that was just a part
as he opened his eyes and offered it to him. I had no desire to continue seeing him naked, and it was the least I could do for him for saving my life, even if he
“Thank you,” I said
but refused the jacket,
look out into
not where I intended,
was evil, Matt was simply