When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234

Luna Demetra.

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I pulled off the highway when I saw Emris’s car parked at the side of the road. Yes, I followed him. Of course I followed him. There’s something wrong with Emris. I can’t explain it…it’s just a knowing in my wolf and in the bond that he’s not well. But I can’t place my finger on it.

Coast Six. Of course, it’s Coast Six.

Coast Six is the choice you make when the controlled option isn’t enough. I guessed it at the time when he was far away at the Sahara Den. But now that he’s back in the state, this is where he picks. Which goes back to my first gues….there’s something wrong with him.

Emris would usually just run in the woods in the pack house. It’s big enough but it doesn’t have wild animals or strange things over there except bugs and maybe squirrels. It’s private land, of course it won’t have that.

I can’t believe I’m here again.

I didn’t want him to see that I was following, so I waited for him to drive out of the gate before I started tailing him. Even now, I’m not in the appropriate boots or whatever I’m supposed to wear for this occasion. I’ve got fuzzy pink leopard slippers on, and the moment I put my leg on the first thorn in these bushes, it hangs against the cotton of the slipper. I pull my leg off the thorn and keep it moving.

He can’t have gone so far. I think.

“Emris?” I say his name, and it echoes back to me. “Emris, where are you? I saw you come in here. I know you’re here.”

I say it, looking left and right. I pick up the slipper and pull out the thorns that are piercing my foot into the cotton and slide them back on. I don’t want to walk too deep because it’s gonna get muddy. Plus, now that I know I’m pregnant, these are not the escapades I should be putting myself through.

“Emris!?”

I yell louder and take more steps.

When I get nothing back, my heart begins to escalate. There’s no way he’s alright after the darkening, the Sahara Den, the emotionless person he’s become. The darkening cleared from his eyes but the emotional flatness remained and the Den broke things in him that I can’t see the full shape of yet. Emris doesn’t look like someone who would tell me if something was happening to him internally. He barely looks like someone who registers that things happen internally.

What’s going on that he needs to come here to cool off? Or is it even cool off? Hunt? Why is he hunting?

“Emris!?”

I yell again, and this time I’ve gone further. So further down that I start hearing footsteps coming from somewhere. I’m not sure what direction it’s coming from yet, but I don’t have to think so hard when I see those lanky wolves from the last time. The ones who hit me from the back. They are running.

Running for their life. I can literally see death in their eyes, the way they are picking up the pace like wolves who just learned how to print. Full speed, lungs going-

When they see me they slow for half a second.

“You called him here to get us, didn’t you!” One says with sweat on his forehead, dripping all over his face.

I face forward right away and see Emris walking toward us. He’s shirtless, and he’s not running like someone who is chasing them but obviously, he’s the one they are running away from. I look back at them again and realize they’ve gone off

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running, screaming at the verge of their lungs.

I look at Emris one more time, and see the way he’s walking forward.

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He’s almost stalking. There’s no tension in his shoulders but he takes makes the ground seem smaller. His shoulders are massive like tectonic plates shifting. The scars across his torso are raised white lines crisscrossing his ribs of everything he survived.

His jeans hang low but even through the denim, one can see the strength in his legs built to run down anything that tries to escape. Right now, Emris‘ face is angular like it doesn’t know the meaning of mercy.

My wolf wants to trust him, but he has not been giving us safe landing to stand on since he came back. My wolf has been hovering, not fleeing cause she wants to protect in case we cannot trust him any longer. So, I’m looking at the lanky wolves as they run off, and I’m wondering if I should run with them too.

I take one step back and something snaps around my ankle like a lock. I hear some sort of machinery whirring, and I look left to see a claw–like trap coming forward….from the left toward me. The teeth are staggered, overlapping like a predator’s maw, each one honed to a point so fine that it could split hair. The hinges are thick iron.

Obviously designed for large wild animals, triggered by weight and movement and absolutely not designed to stop itself. Its not a trap that kills quickly. This is a trap that holds, that tears, that keeps its victim alive long enough to suffer.

Before I can even blink, Emris stands in place of it.

I see the thing snap shut around his shoulder like a death knell. The teeth sink into his skin like they’re made of hatred. I scream! I hear the iron grate against his bone and clamps down with enough force to crush a normal wolf’s arm into pulp.

I scream again when I don’t see his arm at first!

It’s lost in the mass of iron and blood. The teeth are buried so deep that I can’t tell where the trap ends and he begins. But Emris doesn’t flinch. He just looks at me like he’s checking whether I’m hurt before he addresses the thing that just bit through to his bone.

Then he tears it off.

One pull. The iron teeth drag through the wound on it’s way out. I hear the grunt he makes and I see the blood that’s not a small amount.

When he throws it to the ground, it hits the mud covered in red…at least fifteen kilograms of brutal metal that makes the earth tremble.

The wound is horrible. His arm is torn open from shoulder to elbow, deep gashes that show the muscle. I can see the white of his bone that would make any normal wolf drop to their knees screaming.

I can almost physically feel the pain. My own arm throbs in sympathy, my stomach lurches, and I have to press a hand to my mouth to keep from screaming.

My eyes burn with tears I can’t stop and this makes me think about what he went through in the Sahara. Taking out traps like this out of his body he’s used to it.

How many times did he have to do this? How many times did he pull iron out of his own flesh and keep walking? How many times did he bleed alone in the dark-

I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I just stare at the blood on the ground and the trap lying there like a dead animal, and I realize that the man standing in front of me has been broken so many times that he doesn’t even feel it anymore. I realize that the wolf in front of me has been broken so many times that he doesn’t even feel it anymore.

And that might be the worst thing of all.

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“I’m sorry”

Tears roll out of my eyes as I watch his body regenerate. But it’s not just the injury…it’s the look of scars on his bod has he tattoos on most parts of him, I can still see what’s different. What’s a scar. And there are easily more than I c

“I’m sorry, Emris.” My voice cracks. “I should have…you didn’t deserve to go through all this—”

“Monroe.” Emris places his phone against his ear while I’m speaking. His voice is flat and entirely uninterested in m

“Get the Delta force in Coast Six. I want the whole area on fire so bad the state thinks it’s some global warming.”

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