Bound To You

Chapter 8

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Six hours.

Six hours since Colton and the guys left. I have been so worried, and I have no idea why.

I mean, I've never felt so attached to someone in the span of three weeks.

And it's scaring me to death.

Whitney explained that it was just the connection between Colton and I, because we're mates. But I just feel like it's something else. Something else that I have no idea what it is, but is so strong.

The front door opened, which made me snap my head to it. Hunter had not left me since Colton left.

I had to give it to him.

He's a man of his word.

Even when I went to the bathroom, he would wait outside of the door. He even had someone at the window so I couldn't escape.

Not that I would. Not without knowing that Colton's ok.

I've become so protective over him since he left, and it's really scaring me. My feelings for him are like a roller coaster. I hate him, I like him, and then I hate him again.

I felt a huge weight lift off my chest when I saw Colton and the guys walk back in, and I ran up to him.

I don't know what came over me, but if Colton hadn't come back then I don't want to know how life would be without him.

Ok, wow. I sound like an obsessive love struck idiot.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, happy that he was back.

"You're ok." I breathed, hugging him tightly. He returned my hug.

"I'm ok." He said softly, patting my hair soothingly. I backed away, and gasped at what I saw.

"My god, what happened?" I looked at his chest, my eyes scanning over the long streaks of blood. I didn't even acknowledge the fact that he was shirtless, or that blood was seeping through my shirt.

Or, you know. The fact I'm hugging a freaking wolf right now.

No biggie.

"Don't worry. Just a little scratch." I gave him a look.

"Your face says something else." I said, shaking my head. I looked towards the other guys, and smiled when I saw Whitney wrapped up in a tight embrace with Vincent. "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up. Again." I walked in front of Colton, leading the way to my room.

"It's fine, seriously. It'll heal up quick." I rolled my eyes, leaving Colton on my bed while I got the things I needed.

"Let me at least cover them." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed as I dabbed the blood off Colton's chest.

"You seem to care a lot more about me now." Colton said, sounding almost smug.

"Yeah, I can't really help that, can I?" He gave me a confused look. "Whitney told me. I have no choice but to care about you." I teased.

"So...you're not mad anymore?" He asked carefully.

"Oh, I'm fucking pissed." I said, narrowing my eyes as I wiped the dried blood.

"You don't seem it." He said.

"Someone taught me how to hide my feelings." I clenched my jaw as I wiped antiseptic on his wounds. "I hate liars." I stated, pulling away and getting a dressing strip to put on his chest.