Independent She-wolf novel Chapter 11

He shrugged. "Okay, I know your first name, but what's your whole name?" He looked at me with those brown eyes. Oh, my wolf was going insane. I couldn't stop myself from telling him.

"Danielle Nichole Cameron," I told him. God, I sounded like such an idiot. I even told him my middle name. Who does that?

Apparently he didn't care. I could do no wrong in his eyes according to the whole "mate-pull thing." Then, he smiled at me before telling me his full title. "I'm Jace Colton Broderick, Alpha of the Blue Stone Pack." Blue Stone Pack. Now, I knew the name of his pack, at least. Though I wouldn't refer to it as such. They didn't deserve it.

"Am I supposed to be impressed by your rank?" I asked him.

Now, he looked uncomfortable. Why? I didn't know. "I know you don't want this, Dani," he said.

No, he didn't know. I didn't want him to understand. He didn't, but he was right. I closed my eyes. This was reality and it sucked. What we were gave us who we were supposed to be with. I didn't want what i was to pick my life for me. "Why should I?" I asked him angrily. "My whole family, the whole town I was born in, they are all human. I'm not! I'm a freakin werewolf, Jace."

He reached out to me, but I moved away and walked to the other side of the alley. Jace came over to me and faced me. "I'll find out why you are what you are for you, Dani," he told me. "I promise you I will."

I snorted at this. "I already know why I'm a werewolf, Jace. That's not the problem."

Jace was confused now. I was glad.Confusion meant he didn't understand. "Then why-"

"I have to go," I interrupted him. Really, I didn't have to. I just wanted to get away. "Just, please leave me alone."

All he did was look at me for awhile, before moving aside and letting me pass. Swiftly, I went back into the club and went over to Keith.

"I'm not feeling well, Keith," I told him. "I've got to go home." Yeah, I felt bad about lying to him. Well, no not really. All I wanted was to get the hell out of there. People are always so dramatic and say how they always feel bad for lying, and how the guilt always follows them. Yeah, not for me. Who really cares? It's not like I lie to cover a murder.

When I woke up, I was in a van and i was bound. My wrists and hands were tied together. Worst of all, I was gagged. See, I didn't even get that. We were in a moving van for Christ's sake. Who am I going to yell for for help? If it wasn't for the whole kidnapping me thing, I would've been irritated with these people just because they gagged me in a freakin moving car. Seriously, big scary guys with guns? Oh, shit!

I was kidnapped by some big scary guys! With guns! Finally, it had sunken in on how much trouble I was in. On top of that, my captors were werewolves. They didn't seem to be pack members of any pack and they weren't loners. Loners traveled alone, hence the term loners.

Thank god, they were not rouges either. That only meant one thing. They were Stalkers. What the hell did they want with me anyway? Oh, please don't tell me they captured me as a sex toy. I would rather kill myself. There was one thing I hated more than anything. Being used.

Back to the real problem. How the hell was I going to get out of here?!

There was no way of knowing what these guys were planning on doing to me. I needed to figure a way out. So, for now I kept as quiet as possible. I didn't move a muscle and I didn't say a word. My breathing was kept at a slow, calm pace. They were wolves after all and would be able to pick up on any changes in my breathing.