ADAM VAUGH
The sharp pain I’m feeling on my shoulder make me howl in pain. My body is still confused, as if something in me was still kind of out of place, I open my eyes very slowly and the sun light is on my face.
My entire body shivers with the breeze that blows on my skin and I realize that I’m naked, naked and in an open space. I breath agitated and lost, with an anger that is hard to contain, the wolf in me is quiet and I’m still adapting to my skin, the man Adam.
I get up tasty and scared, I look ahead and Sam is laying down in the middle of the woods, my shoulder is throbbing and I see a deep wound, but nothing that scavenger Kayden can’t fix.
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SAMANTHA THOMPSON It has been two days since I’ve talked or spoke with Adam, it’s hard to concentrate at work, I’ve been having agitated sleepless night and I wake up in the middle of the night scared, still hearing the shots echo, the growl of the wolf that protected me in the middle of the woods, a swirl of thoughts and feelings that has been giving me more anxiety every day. Even though I know I acted correctly, that I’m protecting Adam and the boys, I miss my Damy, I miss hearing his low raspy voice, his male and delicious scent, his soft mouth stuck on mine, so yummy my sheriff, ah! Damy and his cuffs, the mean things he does with my hands tied and his mouth… I was released earlier from M
ADAM VAUGH I can’t remember when I slept so good… In my entire life, my sleep has always been agitated, so many worries, so many responsibilities on me. Sometimes I close my eyes and it’s so livid in my memory the image of my father’s pale and cold body. Uncle Quinn, from Garret pack, because he’s such an old family friend, helped me to dress dad, but I made sure to dress him to the funeral. My father was a handsome man, dark long hair, with livid brown eyes like Connie’s. I remember I combed his silky hair, so like Kayden’s, and without anyone seeing, I cried hidden. An
SAMANTHA THOMPSON There’s nothing better than a day off work, and it’s even more perfect if that day off happens to be a sunny Saturday, as beautiful as this one. Or am I seeing the day so pretty because I’m ridiculously in love? I sincerely don’t know how to answer this question, but you know something? Fuck it, I’m happy and I don’t want to think too much about it, after all this state of wellbeing is so unknown to me, I just want to live it, just feel it. Also, what woman would’t be in the clouds? I sit up
SAMANTHA THOMPSON Kayden finished his conversation with Mr. Quinn and they said good bye to each other, I thought that their conversation was so weird, the way that Mr. Quinn named the Forest. I don’t recall the entire conversation, but I do recall him saying something about trackers, packs, our people, after all, what people is this? Will it be something related to the Cherokee blood of the boys? I think about asking Adam about what they were talking and what made them so apprehensive, but if I ask about the conversation I heard, it will seem like I’m prying in their lives. And they were all so kind in welcoming me in their
SAMANTHA THOMPSON TRACKING DANGER Kayden said good bye yesterday to look for the murders of some friends, at least that was what I got from this crazy story. Adam gave him some weapons and a necklace that it seemed to me part of the Cherokee belief, as if he was blessing him, and he was gone. Hunter told me they are different, and there’s a lot of difference in there! But how? Why? No one tells me. My shift as a waitress at Mathews today is in the morning, Adam surprises me and comes by at lunch
SAMANTHA THOMPSON I wake up shaking and scared by moaning louder and louder. “No, let me go, be careful… Adam… Watch out.” I jump out of the bench and Kayden is laying on the floor completely naked, his body twisted, flopping either way. I go to Hunter bedroom and knock apprehensively, Hunter asks me to wait and opens the door still rubbing his eyes. “Hunter, Kayden is moaning, laying on the floor, how can I say, I don’t know how to say it right, he came back to normal.” Hunter is quick.
SAMANTHA THOMPSON After we make mad love and our hearts calmed down, Adam is thoughtful, sitting in the tub hugging me, his expression is one of desolation, he looks me a bit disturbed and asks in a low voice: “Sam, please, leave me alone for a bit.” What’s happening to him? I get up and cover myself with one of the towels I brought him. Damy is still immerse in his thoughts. I enter the kitchen and walk fast to our bedroom so the boys won’t see me half naked. Night falls and the hours go by quickly, he didn’t come to me, he didn’t come looking for me, I go to the living room and Adam is arguing with Hunter on the porch. “I can’t go on, how can
ADAM VAUGH It’s been two days that I’ve been watching Samantha from a distance, but when I try to approach her, she runs away without giving me a chance to come closer. I tried following her to the diner kitchen, but John, who owns Mathews, seeing my misery, held my arm and said to me: “Leave her alone for some time, Adam, give her the time she needs, otherwise it will be worse.” My mind is turning over with only one thought: “WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO…”, Samantha left the ranch after catching me revealing my feelings to Hunter, and now I’m here, again, standing by Mathews door, with this idiot face of mine, desperately wanting her to come home, our home.&nbs