Dear Readers,
Sorry it's been so long but a problem with my iPad caused me to lose all the documents I had on it and I had to recreate from a backup (thank goodness for those).
Anyway, here is the last chapter of What Now? I've got the first few lines of a next storyline but not a good idea of the end. I usually write my way to the end I envision. We'll have to see if it forms into something worthwhile.
Enjoy,
KemMyst
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She was stopping, in the middle of nowhere.
She was out of the car, crossing the ditch.
It was hot, sunny. Her chestnut hair contrasted against the green. Mmmm. He remembered that hair, but it was longer now.
Hmmm. He could use it when he forced her to suck his dick.
Damn! He had to move or he'd lose her.
He closed the door quietly and followed her into the brush.
Once past the treeline he spotted her. She was wearing some purple thing.
Lyssa led him away from the road. She had worn a color that would be easier to follow. She didn't have a really good plan, but, then, a lot would depend on him.
She moved rather quickly, but certainly not as fast as she could. She didn't want to give him time to think.
She also didn't want to run into anyone else cuz things could go bad really quickly.
Ronnie was almost salivating, imagining her horror when she found out he was the one who'd killed her precious hubby. That she'd brought it on herself. That it was all her fault.
And he'd have her again, oh, yeah.
Oof!
He'd fallen.
She snorted. Well, they were a good 500 years from the road. Now, where?
Ah! Lyssa slid through a couple of pine trees and went down on one knee. She untied and re-tied the sneaker, hoping her Skechers wouldn't get too messed up. She heard the scratching as he pushed through the limbs of the trees.
As she pressed the switch, he pounced.
As she went to the ground, she suppressed a snarl. Had to appear weak.
"You fuckin' slut! You've been sending me messages, haven't you?"
She struggled to turn over and he grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up. He slapped her, "Huh? Didn't you?"
Spitting out a couple of pine needles, she glared at him. He shook her and she ground out, "Yes."
"Why? Why are you bugging me?"
Lyssa was sitting on her heels and Ronnie had her by the hair with his fingers digging into her shoulder. "Because you killed him."
"And what makes you say that, you fucking cunt?" His voice was getting louder, his face was getting red, and he shook her again. He hadn't denied it.
She took a deep breath as he pulled her upright. "You hated Emmett since you met him. You're the only one who wanted him dead."
"So. I'm the only one. There're a lot of people scared of you. You fuckin' werewolves." He spit the word. "It was probably one of them."
Lyssa swallowed. "But, you didn't kill Mercy."
She saw the change in his face then. He started to smirk. She was right; she had him. Now, she just had to get him to admit it.
*****
Lyssa's cellphone rang four times then rolled over to voice mail. She'd taken a car and gone into town. Said she'd be back soon.
Emmett strode to the Alphas' office and walked in without knocking. Randall was fastening his pants and Ariel was smoothing down her bright green skirt. Two sets of eyes snapped to him. "Oh, um, forgive me, Alpha." The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Ariel growled.
"Something has our Beta worried, El, or he would not have entered this way."
"I, I, I..." Emmett stuttered.
"Obviously not an attack or emergency. Breathe, Emmett. What's wrong?"
Emmett closed his eyes and swallowed. "Apologizes, my Alphas. Madam Alpha, do you know where Lyssa went?"
The Madam Alpha of Wyeth looked more closely at their first Beta. She inhaled deeply; he was afraid. "She said she was going out to look for something for the Ross Alpha." Ariel glanced at her mate, looked back. "Emmett, you don't think she's run again? Where's Emmanuel?"
"He's with the other pups. She wouldn't leave without him. I can't get her; she's not answering her phone. She should be back by now." He grabbed fistfuls of grey hair. "What if she's been in an accident? What if something else happened?"
"Emmett, sit. What's been going on?"
The First Beta of Wyeth began pacing. "She said it was a surprise..."
*****
"Mercy? Who's Mercy?"
Unless he had it in the back of his pants, he didn't have a gun.
Good. She had the advantage. She was strong, fast, and was on her own range. If she needed to, she could call out and have several males, if not half the pack, here in minutes.
"You shot her, before you killed him."
"Ha! You're dreaming, bitch."
"I'll tell you what happened. Somehow you found out that wolves were crossing there. Then you sat. And waited. You knew what Emmett looked like. You'd seen him before as a wolf. You got a gun and waited. You waited for days until you saw him." [Lyssa?]
She ignored the send. "They were supposed to cross as human, to avoid trouble, but decided not to. It probably happened more than it should have. He poked his head out and you shot him, shot her, and killed him. Then you left."
Ronnie licked his lips, looking at her breasts. She ignored it; she needed a confession.
"If it was somebody who hated us for being wolves, they'd have killed both of them."
*****
Mercy was off to a less visited part of the range; she wanted to be alone.
Voices. Rats, she'd have to find somewhere else.
Sigh.
Sounded like the Madam Beta but the male's voice...
*****
This wasn't working. He wasn't admitting anything.
She had to get him mad. It shouldn't be hard.
