"Plan on rolling back to Ashmire?" he chided.
The sudden humor caught her off guard, and she stopped. Dirt was now everywhere. Rem assessed her situation. She needed a plan.I'm not getting anywhere if I'm bound, especially if he's a shifter.
Deacon added, "Now, when you're done rolling around, we really need to keep moving," he growled.
This audacious asshole.
"When I—" she began and tried to sit up again. "You're the one that boundme!" she shouted, swiveling until she got enough momentum to throw herself into a sitting position.
"That, uh, was impressive to watch."
The dirt around her mouth muddied from saliva. "You're a funny guy, aren't you?"
He crossed his arms and put his weight on one leg. "It's easy. You're giving me most of my material."
Her body vibrated with anger as she seethed. A strand of hair flew away from her face as she asked, "What the hell is going on? How did you even get into my village? I didn't hear bells or anything! And yet you were in my kitchen! Did the witches let you in? Why would they do that? What did you give them—"
"How I got in ismybusiness. And my pack needs you. It's a long story. You're not going home, though. Not for a long time."
She shook her head. "What? No, you tell me right now why you are doing this. What do shifters want with me?" A chill rushed down her back. "Are you going to eat me or enslave me? Why do you want the Silvers? Why us? What happened to us to make us change?"
Her life, her hopes and dreams, and her future, all swirled chaotically into a chasm, adrenaline preventing disaster from ravaging her heart.
Rem steadied herself, nonetheless, realizing she might finally have answers to questions she had been long seeking. If she knew why they wanted her, maybe she could strike a bargain. Her gaze continued to scan the dark surroundings, but he really seemed to be alone, their voices carrying in the empty void of the dirt mountains.
He tutted. "No, we aren't going toeatyou. But you will prove great use to us. Do you really not know why you're a Silver? Have the witches not figured it out yet?”
"No," she admitted, shaking her head.
She tried to stand up by leaning forward until her feet were underneath her. She finally stood, stumbling without the balance of her arms.
"Alright, fine… I'll tell you this much,” he said, as if aware he’d immediately regret it. “Silvers, we are confident, have a dormant blood type. One that revealed itself about two months ago. Now I don't want to tell you anymore, because you'll probably panic, and I don't want to deal with that. That's why I had to drug you."
Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode. "What does that even mean?" she asked.
"Do you really want to know now, or maybe just wait until we get to where we are going? You might not like the answer," he cautioned as she stared at him in the dark.
"If you actually cared about anything related to how I feel, you wouldn't have abducted me in the first place," she spat.
"This is more complicated than it seems, moron," he retorted. "We just need you for your blood. That's all you need to know for now."
"No, tell me. Right now. I have a right to know,moron," she commanded, taking an unbalanced step forward. Her gran would never accept a granddaughter that backed down so easily.
He sighed once more as he aimlessly looked around "Alright," he began, his arms unfolding as he held out his hands. "Alright, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. Being a Silver means that once you're turned and mated, you can produce offspring that are incredibly valuable and even immune to silver. You yourself might even have different abilities, once a shifter. There are other benefits, we think, but it's just theories from our Elders. We need to take you, turn you, then see what else happens. But either way, your blood is of the moon."
Rem felt pure, immediate unease. Staring at the ground, strands of her hair in her face, she held her breath for a good twenty seconds.
Did he say offspring? In relation to her?
The witches failed her.
They had utterly failed her.
She shook her head. "No... Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. I’m not doing this." She spun around in a circle, looking for anything that could get her away from him. It was a futile act, so she just walked in the opposite direction. At least it wassomething.
"Hey, get back here! You don't have an option. Our Alpha needs a mate, and you're the perfect contender! I'm not going to let you walk away."
"I'm not a shifter!" she shouted, her back to him as she kept walking. "I will not become one, nor will I mate with your kind!"
