Kidnapped by my Mate

Wanda It was dark in the forest, it had already been dusk for some time. I was tied up, the ropes around my wrists digging into my skin. I had just woken up again and groaned in pain. I could feel the blood falling down from one of the many wounds on my temple. My chest was pressed against a trunk and I was tied to it so tightly that I couldn't move in that position. I was lying on my stomach on the end of the tree trunk. My feet were tied to the ground as I was straddling the trunk. When I tried to pull at my restraints, I cried out in pain. I heard their voices making fun of me and laughing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the big fire, they were all sitting around it. As it was such a blur, I only noticed it vaguely, a very sharp pain in my back took up almost all of my attention. Suddenly one of the voices was very close to my ear. Disgust welled up inside me as the rouge's lips almost touched my ear and his hand came to rest on the skin at my waist. I started to scream but he only laughed at me. I woke with a start and sat up with a jerk as my scream died down. In the last 5 years, I had woken up countless times because of my nightmares. I was breathing heavily and adrenaline was coursing through me. A cool breeze blew through the open window onto my skin. I was sweating, but luckily the cool air calmed me down. It had become winter and therefore colder, although it wasn't really cold during the day yet. I looked at the window and was startled when I saw a figure behind the panes on the balcony; I quickly switched on the light. I breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep breath to calm down. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breath was uneven. There was no one on my balcony, it was probably just a shadow of one of the trees. That was the second time today, or yesterday, that I felt like I was being watched. The last time had been in the parking lot of the cooking school. Before I got into my car. It was time for me to get my life back on track. I looked at my alarm clock, it would ring in less than an hour. I was too upset to go back to sleep, so I got up. I made the bed and then went to the bathroom. As I was awake early, I washed my hair and dried it thoroughly with a brush. My long, dark blonde hair now fell in waves to just below my chest. I was slim, but not particularly tall for a werewolf. My face was heart-shaped like my sister's and I had blue eyes. I had had many admirers among the humans and had always dated some of them. I had never met my mate in the 7 years since my first shift. I didn't know if I would ever find him. I applied a little eye shadow, put on my favorite perfume before packing it in my suitcase, and then got dressed. It was Saturday and I would be traveling to Asia for 6 months today. A friend of mine had given me the idea. I needed a break, I wanted to let go of the old wounds from the attack on me and focus on my future and healing. I hadn't had a real life since the terrible incident in the forest 5 years ago. When I was 20, I was attacked by rouges in a forest near the border of the pack territory. I was experienced in fighting and had completed my training like everyone else in the pack. But there had been 5 rouges, and I hadn't stood a chance against them all. I was quite badly injured, still have some scars on my back and never fully recovered from the shock. After the attack, I lived in the pack for a while but I never really felt safe there again. Rouges hated being around humans, so that's where I had moved to. I had started working for my cousin and had been running his cooking school the last 4 years. My apartment was within walking distance of the cooking school and was my safe place. Everything was tidy and in its place, my suitcases were packed. I had packed clothes for a week at a time, including bikinis, towels, sun hats, shoes, nice dresses if I needed them and my toiletries. I also had a whole bunch of books in my suitcase and my camera. For my flight, I wore yoga pants, a tight-fitting top that accentuated my waist, and a cardigan. It was time to leave my apartment and my life for the next 6 months, I turned off all the lights and walked out of the apartment with my suitcase. I put the keys in an envelope in my letterbox, it felt like I was never coming back. I quickly shook off these thoughts and stepped out of the house, the cab I had ordered was already waiting on the street to take me to the airport, it was dark outside, the street was only lit by the lantern. The driver got out to help me with my suitcase. He opened the door for me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I got in, but it was already too late, the door was slammed shut and locked with a latch. Although I knew it was useless, I turned around in my seat and tried to open the door, but to no avail. I turned and looked at the man sitting next to me in the cab. The wolf inside me growled angrily and a shiver ran down my spine as he grinned evilly at me. I was sitting with my back against the door when I felt someone grab my shoulder from the front seat and jab a needle into my neck. The world around me went black.