Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 66

I yawned and smacked my lips when the real world started breaking through my consciousness.

I feel okay.

If there wasn't the pain engulfing my body, I'd say I was great.

I got my friends back, we destroyed the hell hole, and hopefully a bunch of the hybrids inside(this isn't the end, and we all know it, but it's still a victory), and I got to SLEEP in Wolfie's comfy, shirtless arms. It's a pretty good thing to wake up to.

"Well look who's finally awake."

I froze.

Uh oh, He doesn't sound too happy.

Of course he's not too happy, I broke his neck.

. . . Maybe I should just pretend to still be asleep.

"You know I know you're awake, right?"

D@mn it Wolfie! Why do you always have to ruin everything?

"No, I was sleep yawning," I responded, still with my eyes closed.

"Oh, sleep yawning. Even after two days of sleeping?" I could imagine him raising his eyebrow.

My eyes shot open, "Two days?!"

"Yep," Happy cut in.

I looked back at Wolfie in bewilderment and for confirmation.

Has he been carrying me for two days?

"Mhm," he answered my silent question, "and you're lucky you're a cute sleeper, or else I would have left your lying @ss behind," he glared straight ahead.

I immediately felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry about that," I mumbled, looking down.

"Oh, about what? Snapping my neck or tricking me into letting my guard down with you?" I flinched at his tone.

"Both," I whispered.

"It's fine, I should have known better," he said.

Everyone seemed to go even quieter after that.

I looked up at his face, hurt, "No, I —"

"Yes," he cut me off.

I felt the ball growing in my throat. I tried to push out of his arms, but he tightened his grip around me.

. . . At least I know he doesn't absolutely hate me. He's just hurt. . . I betrayed the little trust we built in each other, of course he's hurt.

"Hey man, what if that was your sister in that rubble," Brandon glared at Wolfie.

"I wouldn't have done things the way she did them," he answered curtly.

Now I felt the tears stinging my eyes.

"Then what would you have done?! No one else wanted to come back, including you. What was she supposed to do?!" Rose clapped back.

"I wouldn't have snapped her f*cking neck!" He snapped in their direction.

"Well what else would you have done then?!" She pressed.

"I would have just left!" He yelled at them as I flinched every time he spoke.

"And what if she wouldn't let you?" Brandon furrowed his eyebrows angrily.

"Then I would have taken her with me," Wolfie's grip tightened around me.

". . . Well, would you have come with me?" I whispered.

"Yes!" His head snapped towards me in a flash, as he finally looked me in the eye.

He's so angry and hurt.

. . . Why couldn't you have just taken me with you? They seemed to say.

"I'm sorry," I let a tear fall, "I didn't know."

He grunted and looked back at the woods ahead of us.

I closed my eyes and urned to burrow my tear streaked face somewhere to hide.

His chest is my only option, and I know I betrayed him, and he's pissed at me for it, but it still feels right when I burrow my face into his shoulder.

He doesn't offer any protests, so I take a calming inhale of his scent and try and force myself to go back to sleep.

Maybe my nightmares will hurt less than this.

I woke up in a car.

I blinked my eyes rapidly.

This isn't even the van we arrived in.

And where is everyone else?

What is —

"Oh, you're awake."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I don't know why I thought I'd be alone, but I still wasn't expecting to hear Wolfie's voice break through my grogginess.

"Yeah. . ." I said slowly, looking at the outside. We're on an empty road surrounded by woods. "How did we —"

"We took less breaks getting the h3ll out of there and we actually knew where we were going," He answered shortly, before I even finished.

Oh.

"And you were squirming a lot in your sleep, so we gave you some pain meds that made you sleep longer."

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

I just looked around at the empty car.

"The others took the other car that came for us back to the van, and that's how they're getting home."

Well, his mind reading is on point today.

I slowly nodded as I hesitantly watched him.

. . . Oh, he is still not happy at all.

His tone is clipped, and his grip on the steering wheel is deadly.

Poor steering wheel, I cringed.

I looked at him longer. . . I wonder why his wolf isn't at the forefront.

I shook my head.

Well, am I just gonna keep staring at him, or am I actually gonna say something? I frowned at myself.

". . . Wolfie?" I whispered and nearly facepalmed myself.

Why would I call him that right now?!

It's not how it used to be.

I used to say it to mock him, but I haven't in a while.

Now it's just. . . He's my Wolfie.

Goddess, I'm too cheesy.

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Jason's POV

I ground my teeth at the nick name.

'Why would she call us that right now?! Does she think this is a joke!!' Ki bellowed and clawed at his cage in my head

I've had to lock down on him so hard, not even give him a little leeway.