HIS

My head was throbbing.

At some point I remember coming to a halt before landing on a cement floor to get jerked out of unconsciousness and thrown back on the back end of a motorcycle.

A motorcycle...?

"Aye?" An unfamiliar voice was snapping at me through the blinding scent of burning rosemary. "Aye! Wake up!" Black noise ringed throughout my head and I never thought I could feel any worse then I already did. My eyes were sealed with unshed tears as I slowly opened them with blurred vision coming to focus.

"W-what-" my voice was horse.

"Maybe I should have given you a Tylenol..." The man dressed in leather named Will stood in view. As I came too, I noticed I was leaning up against the body of his bike in the middle of nowhere. My ass was sore, I was pretty sure a rock was digging into my tailbone and the forest was thick and gloomy from a fresh shower.

"Where are we?" I gasped, feeling a burning sensation in my chest. "Why are we-"

"Look, I can only handle so many questions at a time so let me start... can you walk?" He was clearly irritated as he squatted down to my level. I tried to prop myself up with my own arms and slowly nodded. "Then at least attempted to act like it."

Scowling at him, I gripped onto the seat of the bike and hauled myself up using it as a crutch. Will watched me with the most judgmental glint in his eyes, raising a brow and following my movements. I slipped on the damp forest floor, making me almost lose my grip on the bike and eat the rear fender.

"Jesus." He groaned with a roll of his eyes and held me up by my forearm with a firm grip. "We do not have time for this bullshit."

"Ah-" I hissed while he yanked me another direction. "Where are we going!?"

"Shut up." His voice was so cold and lacked sympathy. My feet felt so heavy from the mud getting trapped on the bottom of my shoes while my body ached with every step. Is this normal for him to man handle a woman that just got dragged out of a totaled car flipped on it's back. I bobbed my head back and got a glimpse of the dark sky through the thickening trees. These trees where tall and full of life from age. Wherever we were, it was no where close to home and my heart quickened in pace the more I realized the further I was getting from Lucas.

"Stop...Please..." And to my surprise, we did stop and my knees buckled before I could brace myself and come in contact with the ground.

"God... and here I am babysitting, a useless piece of leverage." He stepped over my body and continued on. I lifted my head, curls tangled and muscles on fire, to see the most unappealing, rotting, and abandon two story house in the depth of a forest where the green only touched the leaves. Offputtingly, it was quite lively, there were strays of people in clothes that looked scrapped and mangled walking and hanging around this building that looked like it was holding on to dear life.

"You need to change, " He started, his back facing me, nearly a shadow in the night. "We are on 'No Mansland' making you hard to track but knowing any Alpha... He'll find you."

"No Mansland?" My voice cracked. "What is that and why won't you tell me where we are and how did we get here?"

"Well, after three states, falling out at the gas station, a couple of boarder patrols and trying to pass you as the girl who drank to much at the bar... we ended up in Canada. No Mansland." He looked down at me as my eyes started to widen.

"Canada-"

"What the fuck is this, Will?" The question was a bite filled with venom. As my eyes started to adjust, I spotted a woman approaching my anti-hero with a fierce attitude. Her almost black hair was whipping around in the wind as she wore simple clothes that consist of a dark tank and ripped jeans. But that wasn't the main focus to her appearance, her skin was tatted all the way up to her neck and traveled down to her fingertips. The ink did not seem even at all, like someone picked and poked at her while using her body as a live canvas.