~ Darby Idaho near the Bitterroot National Forrest.
~ Darby Idaho near the Bitterroot National Forrest.
* Rick had taken me back to watch the shifter fights a couple of times. I wasn't interested in him or the fights but, I was worried about the shifters themselves. There weren't as many as there was before and, I was curious as to where they recruited the fighters. Rick and I walked into the large warerhouse like building. It smelled of blood and death and nicotine mixed with cheap booze. I wrinkled my nose at the stench and Rick laughed. He got us a beer and as we stood there talking he waved at someone. I turned to see a tall male waving Rick over. " Hey, I'll be right back. I want to check out some of the fighters and place some bets." I nodded, biting my lip I ask if I can come with him and he reluctantly agrees. The tall male introduces himself as Matt and shakes my hand as he gives me an appreciative look. Inside I shudder. I wouldn't want this male any where near me. His vibe is off and as soon as we enter the back where the fighters are I see why. Matt grabs a cattle prod as he walks in front of us explaining the shifter in each cage. I'm horrified but steel my features to seem indifferent. My head is spinning, all of these lost souls that I doubt volunteered for this. I try to pay attention to each one, at the same time taking notes of the doors and where they might lead. One door pops open from the outside and the fresh air is welcomed from the stench in here. I notice woods and think about where we entered, to where we are. We pass a cage with a female in it. Her body bears witness to the fights she's survived and Matt tells Rick what a badass she is. I tune them out as I study her. Something in the back of my mind says I know her from somewhere. When she moves , turns her head, I gasp softly. McGregor..I do know her. Jessie..No..her name is Jordan. The Betas daughter, the fighter. I stare at her and when we make eye contact there's nothing there, no recognition on her part. Her eyes seem glazed, lost, like she's been drugged or hurt so badly that she has a head injury. Seeing her here makes my stomach knot up. I can't leave her here, yes I left the pack, after I was presumed to be dead and I never want to go back but, that was her home. Maybe she has someone waiting for her, maybe her sister. I remember her sister. She was quiet, timid and kind, even when it got her beaten.
I followed the men back to the arena area. Bets had been made andwe found a place to sit. I downed half my beer just to look like I was all into this. Rick asked for a kiss for luck and even though I wanted to vomit, I let him kiss me. The fights were starting and we settled in to watch and even though I was cheering and clapping..I was also forming a plan to rescue Jordan and set free anyone else I could. *
* Rick had taken me back to watch the shifter fights a couple of times. I wasn't interested in him or the fights but, I was worried about the shifters themselves. There weren't as many as there was before and, I was curious as to where they recruited the fighters. Rick and I walked into the large warerhouse like building. It smelled of blood and death and nicotine mixed with cheap booze. I wrinkled my nose at the stench and Rick laughed. He got us a beer and as we stood there talking he waved at someone. I turned to see a tall male waving Rick over. " Hey, I'll be right back. I want to check out some of the fighters and place some bets." I nodded, biting my lip I ask if I can come with him and he reluctantly agrees. The tall male introduces himself as Matt and shakes my hand as he gives me an appreciative look. Inside I shudder. I wouldn't want this male any where near me. His vibe is off and as soon as we enter the back where the fighters are I see why. Matt grabs a cattle prod as he walks in front of us explaining the shifter in each cage. I'm horrified but steel my features to seem indifferent. My head is spinning, all of these lost souls that I doubt volunteered for this. I try to pay attention to each one, at the same time taking notes of the doors and where they might lead. One door pops open from the outside and the fresh air is welcomed from the stench in here. I notice woods and think about where we entered, to where we are. We pass a cage with a female in it. Her body bears witness to the fights she's survived and Matt tells Rick what a badass she is. I tune them out as I study her. Something in the back of my mind says I know her from somewhere. When she moves , turns her head, I gasp softly. McGregor..I do know her. Jessie..No..her name is Jordan. The Betas daughter, the fighter. I stare at her and when we make eye contact there's nothing there, no recognition on her part. Her eyes seem glazed, lost, like she's been drugged or hurt so badly that she has a head injury. Seeing her here makes my stomach knot up. I can't leave her here, yes I left the pack, after I was presumed to be dead and I never want to go back but, that was her home. Maybe she has someone waiting for her, maybe her sister. I remember her sister. She was quiet, timid and kind, even when it got her beaten.
I followed the men back to the arena area. Bets had been made andwe found a place to sit. I downed half my beer just to look like I was all into this. Rick asked for a kiss for luck and even though I wanted to vomit, I let him kiss me. The fights were starting and we settled in to watch and even though I was cheering and clapping..I was also forming a plan to rescue Jordan and set free anyone else I could. *
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