Among Wolves Ch 01

Hello, lovelies! This is my first attempt at writing a series, though I'm not planning on it being too long. Maybe. I've got a few things already written but I'll be making it up as I go so there won't be any strict publishing schedule. >.<

Notes: Italics are used for emphasis and things happening in someone's head. As the tags state, there are elements of nonconsent earlier on! Constructive criticism is welcome and I hope you enjoy!

-Jayst

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She turned over, groaning as she came to the realization that she was waking up.

Ugh.

Waking up meant dealing with what was surely going to be a massive hangover from last night. She never should have let Lina convince her to check out the new club on the East side of town. Going out with her was ALWAYS a mistake. Evie knew this and yet she went because she knew it would be a mistake.

Just like dating Alan had been.

Ugh.

Thinking about that was worse than the hangover.

With another groan, waking almost upon her, Evie instead focused on recalling last night. That at least would give her an idea about how bad the headache was going to be. Which was way more productive than thinking about... Ugh.

The bar was called The Lunar Eclipse. Dark as night inside, per usual, but with the exception of one large, luminous light above the dance floor that, she supposed, represented the moon. The floor itself was alight with a soft golden glow for the sun and the dancing bodies, she guessed again, were the earth between them. It was a little literal for her taste but it did have a nice effect. Small lights (stars?) randomly placed on the walls marked the edges of the bar's universe and provided guiding light to the drunkards needing a piss.

Lina, extra as always, was wearing a red, skin tight party dress that perfectly complimented her hispanic complexion and full figure. Her thick black hair bloomed out of her head and down to her waist in tight ringlets, providing her with her own backdrop so the red stood out even more. Gold hoops in her ears and her wrists, striking makeup and a pair of 5 inch leopard print heels (she needed them at 5 feet tall) completed the ensemble and screamed the only thing that Lina wanted anyone to think when they saw her: I'm way sexier than you.

Not that Evie would disagree with the assessment. At 5'2 she didn't stand much taller than her old college roommate, but of the two of them, people's eye always found Lina first. Her own hair was a deep reddish brown that waved when she let it grow beyond her shoulders. With it sitting just below her chin, her hair retained loose curls and that night she had left it in its natural state of mess. Wings accented her hazel eyes that were slightly angled due to her mother's filipino heritage and a light smattering of freckles reflected her caucasian father's.

She'd chosen a short floral dress that hugged and pushed up her A cup breasts and flared a little to give her slender frame the illusion of hips. Evie was not curvy, but she was proportionate with just enough shape to not be mistaken for a 12 year old boy.

Her own look was finished with large diamond earrings and comfortable 2 ½ inch black strappy heels.

After checking in their jackets, they waded into the mass of bodies on the dance floor to make their way to the bar where Evie wedged herself between two couples and ordered their usual first round of drinks of the night. Grabbing the Long Islands, they lucked out and found a small table to stand at and chat.

"I'm so happy you came out tonight!" Lina yelled over the din of the club.

Evie eyed her as she took a long sip from her tea, "You're making it sound like I was planning on holing myself in my apartment." She couldn't deny she'd thought about it, but Lina didn't know that.

Her friend waved the statement away. "You're not the type to mope but you and Alan were a thing for years. It's tough to let that go."

Evie shrugged. "It is tough. I just can't believe we spent all that time together just for him to decide he was never going to commit." Another sip. "All of senior year we talked about getting engaged and maybe having kids one day... I keep telling myself to be glad he figured it out now instead of after we got married."

Lina nodded sympathetically then downed the rest of her drink in a few long pulls from her straws. "Well, you handled it way better than I would have and I'm proud of you. The most efficient way to get over a break up is to do things. Whether that's talking, going out or doing new people." She winked excessively to emphasize her point and Evie laughed, downing her own drink in turn.

"You're the psychology major, so I'll take your word for it."

The next couple of hours went to a few more rounds of drinks and dancing with each other, and various strangers, under the false moon. The dj did a good job of managing the flow of the music and the drinks drowned any of Evie's thoughts on the break up.

It had been two weeks. It was time to move on.

As she burst out in laughter watching Lina dominate some poor guy with her hip shaking, she caught the eye of a man a few feet away by the bar. His blonde hair shone in the pale moon-like light from above and his features were handsome in the golden light from below. He was at least 6 feet tall, with wide shoulders sheathed in a white collared shirt beneath a blazer of an indiscernible color in the lighting.

There was something magnetic about him and, for a brief moment, she thought his dark eyes flashed as they met hers. It was a strange moment, one of those where the music seemed muted and she lost awareness of the bodies gyrating around her.

And then it was gone.

She turned away as someone, it turned out to be Lina, took her arm and pulled her back into the fray. Her friend shouted into her ear after a moment.

"That asshole tried drag me off the dance floor!"

Evie gave her a startled look, her initial thought was of the man by the bar but then she realized that Lina meant the guy she'd been dancing with. Her face turned apologetic.

"Sorry, I should have been paying attention so I could help you."

Lina waved the apology away, "I can handle myself. I'm just not drunk enough yet to leave!" She giggled and took Evie's hands to twirl her around. "Let's get more drinks!," she cried and then pulled Evie toward the bar, parting the crowd like Moses did the Red Sea.

When they reached it, Evie looked around for the blonde guy but he was nowhere to be seen. It was disappointing but it was obvious it wasn't meant to be and the alcohol in her next drink allowed her to forget him soon enough.

She was back on the dance floor again. Things were getting a little hazy in her memory, but she remembered that Lina was next to her and it was very late. And then the next thing she remembered was him.

The handsome god with the halo. Or was it just his blonde hair?

Smooth like butter, he took Evie's hand and pulled her close and they danced. His body was muscular and heat seemed to emanate from him. He was so tall and something about him sent a shiver up her spine as his hands roamed her body through her dress as she pressed it against him. His eyes were golden...

Evie opened her eyes.

What had happened next? She groaned a third time and looked down at herself.

She wasn't naked which was a good sign.

But she also wasn't in her own clothes. Bad sign.

This also wasn't her bed. Very bad sign.

Which meant this wasn't her apartment. That was just bad.

The room around her was rustic in style with splashes of blues and red amongst the wood furniture. The bed was huge, an abundance of pillows and a thick comforter had her practically trapped in a plush prison. No wonder she'd struggled to wake up, she'd been sleeping in a damn cloud.

Then the headache hit her.

What protection drowsiness and then shock had given her could only hold the hangover at bay for so long and she almost willingly sunk back into the folds, if only to avoid dealing with it. But she was in a strange place wearing a man's rather large t shirt and this was no time to succumb to her sloth.

Evie crawled carefully to the edge of the bed where light pierced her brain and threatened to kill her, at least that's how it felt. The room was L shaped and the wall had blocked the large window, and the light streaming through it, from where she'd been laying. She squinted through the pain, the headache was coming full force, and let out one long, seething, "Fuck."

This was not how last night was supposed to go.

Slipping off the bed, her hand up to shield her eyes from the death rays, she approached the window and was surprised to find it barred.

"Who the fuck bars their windows?" she murmured to herself.

Psychos. That's who.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She'd done a good job of holding down the feeling of dread that had been slowly gathering in her belly. This wasn't the first time she'd woken up in someone's bed, though the last time was before she'd started dating Alan. What she wasn't familiar with was not remembering anything. That was the thought that had woken her up and what was now sending chills down her spine. She didn't know where she was. What she did. Who she did it with. Nothing.

Was I drugged?

That terrified her further.

Turning from the window, she rushed to the nearest set of doors and opened one. Inside, she found a huge bathroom. It was pristine with a large tub on one end and a stand up shower in the other corner. The sudden urge to throw up came upon her and she dove for the toilet, emptying her stomach into the bowl as she fought the panic threatening to drown her.

After a few dry heaves to ensure there was nothing left, Evie flushed the toilet, sat on the cold tile and attempted to gather herself.

She needed to calm down. Her father had been a military man, between that and frequent camping and multiple day hiking trips growing up, he'd raised her to be sensible in tough situations.

Long inhale. Long exhale. Repeat.

Her heart rate lowered after a few moments and she picked herself off of the floor and approached the sink where she took a look at herself in the mirror. With the exception of her makeup running a bit from sleeping in it, her face was unmarred. She then checked under the shirt; her bra and panties were still on, and she found no proof of struggle or love making on her body, arms or legs. Finally, she gingerly slid her panties to the side to check her womanhood.

Nothing out of the ordinary. No soreness, no foreign liquids, funny smells or raw patches. Wonderful nothing.

Evie sighed in relief. But she knew she wasn't out of the fire yet. She wet her face and rubbed her makeup off as best she could, then dried off on a towel hanging nearby.

Exiting the bathroom, she passed another set of doors and, peaking in, found an enormous closet half filled with mens clothing. She left those alone, approaching the last set that could only be the exit and, pausing momentarily to listen for any noises on the other side, she pulled on the handle.

It turned but she couldn't pull the door open. Something was locking it in place.

She pulled harder, heedless of the noise as the dread started to rise again, and quickly switched to banging on the door. "Hey! Let me the hell out of here! HEY!"

Only silence answered her and she turned to start searching the room for...anything. She looked for her phone or her small purse that she'd had with her, though if they'd taken her clothes she didn't have much hope of finding them. She then went to the window, wincing again at the sunlight, and looked through the bars to see if she could recognize where she was.

Woods.

The sunlight beaming into the window was shining through an open patch in the foliage above. Morning mist blanketed the floor, and birds were chirping merrily. It reminded her briefly of hiking through the Appalachians as a teenager.

The beauty of it distracted her for only a moment as the sound of a door opening caught her attention. She wanted to freeze but forced herself to turn and confront her kidnapper, twisting her face into a frown to hide her fear.

The god stood in the doorway. His eyes were not golden like she remembered, they were dark, almost black from a distance and his hair was indeed blonde, though darker streaks beneath gave it more depth. His shoulders strained the black t shirt he wore, his arms corded with muscle and his skin was bronzed from the sun.

She didn't do a bad job nicknaming him, that was for sure.

His jaw was hidden beneath a well kept beard and she judged him to be in his 30s, though it was hard to place where.

"Finished with your assessment?" Evie blinked at the question, registering that she had been giving him a hard stare for the last several seconds. His voice was not unpleasant.

Not the kind of thing that should matter right now, Evie!

, she chided herself.

"I'm finished with being here. Let me go." Her voice didn't waver so she counted that as a win.

He raised a brow at her, his demeanor utterly relaxed. "You don't want something to eat?" He reached next to him and brought out a tray covered in breakfast food. The smell of bacon quickly filled the room and her traitorous stomach growled in response.

"No, I'm only hungry because I just puked everything up after realizing I've been kidnapped. I don't want anything from you except that you let me leave."

The god shrugged, "Well, I'm hungry." He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. She listened for a click to indicate that it was being locked but heard nothing. Maybe she could...

He approached her and she tensed up involuntarily. The flicker of amusement in his eyes disturbed her as he stopped and sat down on the couch perpendicular to the window and placed the tray on the coffee table before him. Putting an egg and a couple of strips of bacon on a slice of toast, he began to eat, closing his eyes in appreciation. Evie's stomach growled again in consternation, which she pointedly ignored, as her eyes flitted between the god and the door, judging whether she had enough room to get around him and escape.

"You can't outrun me so you might as well eat something."

She had just started leaning onto the balls of her feet to make a dash for it when his sudden comment made her jerk to a pause.

His eyes were still closed!

How the hell did he know I was about to make a run for it?

After debating for a moment, she quietly went and sat on the couch across from him and, watching him closely, reached out to the tray to grab a slice of bacon. When he didn't move, she picked it up and began chewing on it.

He opened his eyes then, gazing at her beneath thick, dark blonde eyebrows. "That's better," he said in a satisfactory manner. They ate in silence; him savoring it slowly, while she ate as quickly and as quietly as she could. The last thing she grabbed was egg, bacon and toast like he'd eaten earlier. She took a small bite of it then placed it on the edge of the table and took a swig of water to wash it down before suddenly flipping the food into his face and leaping toward the door.

Pumping her legs as fast as she could, Evie managed to make it almost to the door when she was, quite literally, plucked off of her feet with a startled yell and thrown, quite unceremoniously, onto the bed.

She hit the mound of pillows, quickly sinking beneath it and flailed in an attempt to get free.

But before she could get her bearings, she felt the bed shift under his weight as he approached and kicked her foot blindly, trying to catch him off guard.

He chuckled at her feeble attempt and caught her foot easily, using it to pull her to him. With another cry, she slid out from among the bedding, clutching the bottom of the shirt to keep it from riding up too high.

"Let me go!!" His response was to continue to pull her to him until her right thigh rested on his left hip, then he reached down, ignoring her struggles, and lifted her so that she was sitting in his lap, pressed against his chest.

"No, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Evie looked up at him, panting from exertion and fear, "What do you want from me? Why am I here!?"

In spite of her predicament, she was acutely aware of his hard body against hers, of how big he was compared to her. That magnetism that she recalled when her eyes met his the first time was back as she gazed into them now.

There was definitely gold coming from the dark depths and it made her heart skip a beat.

"Because you are meant to be mine," his voice was deep and she felt the vibration of it through her entire being, a sense of

something

when he said it.

And then his mouth was on hers. She recoiled in shock, her lips parting for a gasp that he took advantage of, his tongue entering her mouth and dancing with hers expertly, drawing her into the kiss even as she fought to stop him, her mind racing.

He was ridiculously strong. His arms held her firmly against him, pinning hers between them and forcing her to keep her legs on either side of his waist where he sat. One hand travelled up to tangle itself in her short hair before he ceased kissing her, leaving her gasping for air, and tilted her head back just enough to expose her throat.

There, he buried his face in her neck and took a long, deep breath as if inhaling her scent.

"No!," was all she could manage.

He made a deep throaty sound. It sent tingles down her spine that settled in her sex, which was being ground against his due to their close proximity. The unwanted feeling snapped her out of her bewilderment at the sensory onslaught and she jerked to get him away from her neck.

When he looked up at her, his eyes a deep amber, she slammed her forehead into his nose.

Her father had taught her the move and it was enough to make him let her go as he reached up to stymy the blood spurting from his face.

Evie would have made some kind of triumphant noise if the headutt hadn't resounded in her already aching cranium, making her incredibly nauseous, but she did manage to throw herself off the bed and away from him. With the grace of a fish out of water, she landed painfully on the wooden floor and attempted to scramble towards the light which indicated the direction the door was in.

Dark spots flooded Evie's vision and her head swam as she made her escape, but she continued at as fast of a half crawl as she could manage.

Hitting the sunlight set her brain on fire and the world tilted as the nausea hit her again. This time, however, she couldn't keep herself steady and she fell to her side, slamming into the ground, hitting her head and promptly blacking out.

--

He hadn't expected her to headbutt him. Though it hurt like hell, he was thoroughly impressed as he shifted his nose back into place before it healed. The blood had already stopped flowing after the initial spurt but it had made a hell of a mess on the sheets.

Getting up just as she started to scramble away, he was about to grab her when she suddenly veered off course and, slamming into the wall not far from her destination, knocked herself out.

It almost made him laugh.

It probably would have if he wasn't aware that his bone was much more solid than a human's and that her stunt probably caused her a mild concussion on top of whatever hangover she had from last night.

Walking over, he gingerly picked up his future mate, admitting to himself that he was still somewhat shocked at the change of events in the last 24 hours. The Pack wasn't going to handle this well.