Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,47
whispered as the bite of steel came around my left wrist.
No.
Before I knew what was happening, he reached out and slammed a cuff on my right. Searing green magic flared up my arms as I fell to my knees, gasping.
He … he caged me. Imprisoned me all over again, I couldn’t believe it. My wolf rattled against me, shaking my chest as pelts of fur rippled down my arms, but it was no use. She was trapped. There was no electric shock so these cuffs must be different, but it didn’t matter, they were still cuffs.
A sob caught in my throat as I looked up at a tortured-looking Sawyer. He looked on the verge of tears, holding the sides of his face like he couldn’t believe he’d just done this.
He fell to his knees before me, looking absolutely distraught. “I’m trying to keep you alive, if my father, or—”
“Fuck you!” I screamed, a half sob and half howl. Tears rolled down my face as the realization that I would be trapped as a human forever tore into me. But it wasn’t just that … it was that the man I’d been falling for had done this to me, without asking. Would I have let him if he had asked? No. My wolf wouldn’t have allowed it, but to not be given a choice…
“Demi.” His voice broke. “I like you so fucking much, I just—”
“Get out!” I roared, reaching out to plant my palms on his chest and shoving him backward. He landed on his butt and I sprang up to my feet, running into my bedroom and slamming the door behind me. What was the point of me even coming here? What was the point of him “freeing” me only to be bound once again?
It’s like I was back at Delphi, back inside a cage where I couldn’t be myself.
He knocked on the bedroom door a few times but I barely heard him through my sobbing into the pillow.
The next two weeks dragged on painfully slow. Everyone and their fucking mother had heard about Sawyer cuffing me. Rumors swirled about me not being able to control my wolf, or about me attacking someone and that’s why he had to cuff me. But the best rumor was that he had in fact found out that I was an assassin and I wore these cuffs to keep from killing him.
Fuck my life.
Sage was so confused, kept asking me why Sawyer would do that and pried for more information, but I was too depressed to tell her everything. If this was my life now, caged inside my body, I’d better get used to it and there was no sense in telling her now.
Sawyer had sent approximately one giant bouquet of flowers per day since he cuffed me, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t walk around my apartment. He’d even been commenting all these cute apologetic things on my Instagram photos. Sage was ignoring her cousin in solidarity on my behalf, and I was turning down date requests from him daily. Let him go out with the other nineteen girls; I couldn’t be with a man who wanted to see me imprisoned, even if it was because he thought he was protecting me. This was no way to live, especially after getting my taste of freedom.
Yesterday I’d found out that I made the top twenty.
Yay. Cue sarcasm.
“I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.” Sage turned to me as I pushed my eggs around my plate. Sawyer was eating breakfast with Meredith and Priya, while not so casually sneaking glances back at me. Today I was wearing a custom t-shirt Raven had made me that said Feeling Stabby with a little wolf cartoon holding a knife.
It perfectly displayed my mood. Raven and my parents sent weekly care packages with human candy I didn’t get in Werewolf City, and we talked often, but I was starting to feel lonely and homesick.
“I hate surprises,” I informed her as I watched Sawyer take a drink of his orange juice. Even his jawline was attractive.
Asshole.
Sage waved her hand in front of me. “Hello.”
My gaze snapped to hers. “What?”
“You’re going to like this surprise. Trust me.” She grinned. She was such a good friend, doing her best to take my mind off of the fact that I was a prisoner in my own body.
Giving her a weak smile, I stood. “Okay. Thanks. I gotta run. See you later.”
She frowned. “Yeah … later, Demi.”
When I got to