FreeNovelChapter 58 Chapter 58 Brooklyn Hudson shifts back and stands overas I try and catch my breath.
I shift back, too, still trying to get enough oxygen into my lungs.
"Please," I pant, on my hands and knees, ignoring the spikes of old dry needles that press into my palms and legs.
"Please, Hudson," I say, sucking air into my lungs "I just need...just one minute..." "Okay," he says, crouching down next to me, looking around warily. "I think we may be safe for now. We may have lost them." I'm not sure I believe him. After all, there were plenty of shifters in attendance tonight. They probably know these woods with their eyes closed.
I concentrate on the ground, on getting air back into my lungs, the sweet feel of it bringing clarity to my thoughts, to my panicked emotions.
My wolf works to soothe me, almost as if she's pettingfrom the inside.
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Hudson notices that I've noticed, and holds his hand out. It's then when I see that somehow in the midst of all that was happening, he picked up our clothes in his teeth and ran with them.
He's holding out my dress, and I hurriedly pull it on.
"What was all that, Hudson," I ask, horror on my face. He's much calmer than me, both physically and mentally. "Why are you acting like this was a normal day in your life?" He shrugs. "I've been through this before. Once or twice." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "It doesn't get...easier. But you stop being so shocked after your first time." I laugh ruefully. What Hudson means is that this won't be the last tthis happens to him, or to me. This is part of the life. My life now.
I open my mouth to ask more when a dark figure comes into sight.
Both Hudson and I scramble back- "It's fine," the figure says, coming forward and stretching out a hand. My fear subsides when I recognize Aden's voice.
"Dad," Hudson says, rushing over to him. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine," Aden growls, but I can see that he's clutching his left arm with his right hand.
Hudson bends down to look at it but Aden flinches away.
"Seriously, it's not deep," Aden murmurs.
But if that's true, it's only because he has Alpha blood, which will help him heal faster. Or he's just acting tough. "The phone is in my pocket," Aden says, nodding down at his suitcoat. "Get it out, text Lucas. Drop a pin to let him know our location." Hudson nods, taking the phone out of his father's pocket and following his instructions. As he does, Aden turns his eyes to me. "Are you all right, Brooklyn? You're not hurt?" I shake my head, but then I realize that I'm trembling all over.
He watchesclosely, something behind his eyes that I can't read.
"Um," I try. "I'm okay. I don't know why..." I look down to survey my shaking limbs. "I don't know why I'm shaking?" "You're in shock," Aden murmurs, coming closer toand going down on one knee so that we're face to face. He looksin the eye. "I need you to take a deep breath." I open my mouth to protest. I don't know why, but he interrupts.
"No," he says sharply. "No arguments. Just look at me." I lock eyes with him, taking in his serious face, his steely control. The gun still clenched in his left hand. And I start to shake even harder.
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"With me, Brooklyn," he says again, holding my gaze, speaking softer this time. "One," he says, taking a deep says, breath in Ido the same, pulling as much air into my lungs as I can.
When he exhales, I exhale. Then, again. "Two," he says, taking another deep breath. I do the same. We continue like that for a while, until he counts to fifteen, when Hudson interrupts.
"Okay," he says. "Lucas is here." He points into the darkness beyond the grove of trees, "About five hundred feet that way, there's a road. Lucas is on it. He says it's clear." "Let's go." Aden stands up.
I stand up with him. He breaks my gaze to hold out the gun to Hudson, who hesitates and takes it. With Aden's free hand-slick with blood, I notice he takes my own. Aden nods toas if asking for my go ahead. I nod back.
Then the three of us quietly walk through the night, Hudson running point, Aden walking next to me.
I look down at my hand joined with Aden Kenwood, and wonder, passingly, why it is Aden who holding my hand right now. And not Hudson.
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