The Prince’s Unwilling mate

Chapter 93

Ayla 93 I must be a bit paranoid because suddenly I feel uneasy about walking home alone without my phone with me. It’s not like I cannot ask for help if I were to need it. I don’t why I have this ball of nerves in the pit of my stomach when I can just mindlike for help if something were to happen to me. While I am walking home from my own party. On the grounds of the pack, I wanted to live on for my entire adult life. I try to calm myself down but Willow insists on being careful and on high alert, so when something pri cks in the back of my neck I immediately freak out. I turn around to try and see what happened but I suddenly feel very dizzy, and then everything goes black. When I wake up I am in my wolf form in some kind of carrier crate. My ears feel clogged up and I am still dizzy. It’s the feeling I always get when I fly. What the hell is happening I was in my human form and then something pri cked me. There is nothing else I remember. Panicking I try to mindlink anyone but all I can hear is a deafening silence. I am too far away from anyone I could reach throughout the mindlink. The smell of dogs is almost overwhelming almost drowning out the smell of fear. My legs don’t have the strength to carry me yet. But when I look around as much as I can I see that I really am in an airplane. With several other carrier crates with dogs in it next to me. Most of them are scared to death. So now I know where I am, but I am still confused as hell. What did they pri ck my neck with? Who did all of this to me and why? 0.00% III O 07:06 Ayla 93 288 iVouchers The only one I can think of wanting to harm me is David. I don’t think he would have the brains to pull this off. And even if he why would he want me in my wolf form? Flying what seems to be a

commercial airplane. I’m unsure if it would be wise to shift into my human form or not. There is not much choice though, because this crate is so small that I do not have room to shift back. If that is done on purpose, whoever is doing this knows their shifters. A scary thought as they kidnapped me on purpose. I need a way to regain my strength, so I will just lie down and listen for now. Trying to find some clues about who kidnapped me. *** I must have fallen back asleep seconds after trying to find out who kidnapped me. Now the pressure in my ear from the plane descending again wakes me up. I still feel weaker than I ever have before. Tears cloud my vision when I realize I might never be able to tell Griff I want him to mark me. We both had to fight the shadows of my past so much to finally be happy. Just when I was on the verge of finally having my happy ever after someone tranquilizes me and shoves me into a plane like I am a da mn Golden Retriever. My b*dy collapses and swings back and forth in the carrier crate, from what I can only presume is the landing. I hit my head and before I can even register the pain, I am swallowed by the darkness again. *** Oh my g od I am about to throw up, it is as if every time I wake up I feel worse. Now I seem to be in a driving van or truck. It is pitch black in here, but with my hearing, I can hear the sounds of the traffic around us. The hum of this vehicle’s heavy engine. But I smell nothing, I am not surrounded by dogs anymore. All I can smell is a faint smell of iron and some grease. It reminds me of Dad’s tool shed. Thinking about Dad, about my family is like another stab to the heart. They had to have come home by now. Would they come up to my bedroom and find it empty? Or would they just go to their bedrooms thinking they 23.19% 07:06 Ayla 93 will see me in the morning? Will they know something is wrong when they cannot find me? Or will they think I ran away again

like I did the first time I met Griff? And my poor Griff, he must be going up the walls with worry right now. He must know better right, he must know something is wrong. He knows now that I would never run away again. He knows now how excited I was about living with him. He will think it was David but I am still not really sure if it was him. *** F uck, I passed out again, I need to snap out of it. I am a werewolf, I should be able to heal myself. Instead, I just keep getting weaker and weaker. I just need to stop falling asleep and heal myself. As soon as I heal I should be able to break open this carrier case. Whoever has kidnapped me must know what I am. And the element of surprise from me being my human form could help me to win the inevitable fight when they finally are letting me out. But at this moment I can’t even lift up my paw. Let alone tear through this carrier crate. *** It’s no use, they must have used something like Wolvesbane or silver, or maybe both. What I am feeling now reminds me of what Grandma used to tell me about the medicine her Grandparents would give her. But they did it to keep her in her human form. Suppressing and almost killing her wolf Sage. But whatever they injected me with it forced me to shift into my wolf form. It could have just been a side effect. Where Willow used her last strength to shift to protect me. However, if that were the case I doubt they would have a pet crate, an airplane, and a van ready to transport me like this. We are driving over some pretty bumpy terrain now, and it’s making me want to throw up more. I never threw up in my wolf form, I hardly ever threw up in my human form for that matter. Perks of being a werewolf is not getting sick so often. Ayla 93 Now. it feels like my b*dy wouldn’t even be able to vomit if I needed to. I feel so tired and achy that I fear my ribs will break the moment I throw up. Desperate to get some relief from this car sickness on steroids I close my eyes pressing my paws against my ears trying to shut out the outside noises. Something I don’t manage to do but soon enough I succumb to the darkness again. At least now I don’t feel nauseous anymore. With how terrible I am feeling now I’m not even bothered by what isMaterial © NôvelDrama.Org.

happening to me anymore all I want to do is sleep now. *** My prayers are answered, and when I slowly wake up again I can feel I am lying in a soft bed. I wiggle my fingers, so I must have returned to my human form again. I can’t seem to open my eyes. This room smells vaguely familiar so I can only hope that Griffin found me in time and that I am resting in our bed. That’s what I need to believe to be able to fall asleep again. And I need the rest, if it is not Griffin who put me in this bed, I will be in a world of trouble. If that is the case I am going to need to find a way to get out of this trouble and to be able to do that I need some strength. I need to rest a bit now that I am a bit more comfortable for the first time in hours. 01 200 Griffin 94