Chapter 17: ROGUE WOLF

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ASPEN | ROGUE WOLF

A growl stopped our conversation, and we turned to the side to see Ronan. His eyes were pitch black, and he looked completely out of it.

“What is up with him?” I asked, frowning.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, slowly backing away from him.

The color had drained off her face, and she looked genuinely terrified, like she had just seen a ghost.

“What is it, Rachel? You're scaring me.”

Ronan growled again, and this time, Rachel bolted out of the room, leaving me with a Ronan I couldn't recognize.

It was then that I recalled what she said about people with rogue wolves, and my mind flashed back to the first day I met him, when he attacked me. She said electricity would unleash whatever was in you, and if Ronan truly had a rogue wolf, that meant the wolf had been unleashed and was going to attack me.

“Ronan?” I asked hesitantly, watching his every movement to see if he'd come back to life.

I wanted to scream and bolt out of the room, but something held me back. A little flicker of hope that I might be able to do something about his condition since I was truly his mate. I didn't know what would happen to him if the school found out that his rogue wolf had been fully unleashed, but I didn't think it would be something good.

They would also find out that I sneaked in here to do something, and if care wasn't taken, they'd find out about everything I've been desperately trying to hide.

He hadn't made a sound since the last growl, neither had he moved, so I took that as a cue to walk closer to him.

“Ronan? Can you hear me? You have to fight him for control back,” I whispered softly.

I was right in front of him now, but he still wasn't moving. I don't know what came over me, but I touched him. And right now, I can boldly say that that was the second single mistake I've made in my life, next to defying Adrian's order and telling his father about his attack.

The moment my hand met his body, he reached out to me with the speed of lightning and gripped my neck in a strangle. A scream tore out of my throat, and I clawed at him, struggling to release myself from his hold. The more I struggled, the stronger his grip got.

I screamed when he lifted me off the ground, my feet dangling in the air, making it much harder for me to breathe. I tried to call out to him with the little strength that I had, but he wouldn't respond, and his eyes were sealed tightly shut. I wished he would open them to see me. Maybe he would recognize me and let go of me, but he didn’t.

“Ronan, please,” I said, unable to take it anymore.

My vision was blurry now, my face blue, and I was slowly losing consciousness. If he didn't let go of me, I would die. Even with my plea, he still held me tightly.

His eyes snapped open, and they raged red. He didn't look like someone I’d ever met in my life. He looked like a completely different person, someone unhinged and murderous. And I guessed at this point, he was. His wolf was, and it had taken over.

Using the last bit of strength I had in my body, I stared at him, mustering all the courage I could get.

“You promised to help me. You said you'd help me get to the bottom of everything. That was meant to be your way of making things up to me, but here you are, trying to kill me. You're nothing but a traitor,” I hissed.

This statement angered his wolf so much that the next second, I felt my body flying across the room. My body hit the door with a loud thud, and I collapsed, hearing a cracking sound, like something in my body had gotten damaged.

I slowly stood up, struggling to stay upright as my leg shook with the force of the hit. When I coughed, a huge amount of blood came out, startling me. But I was grateful that I was out of his arms.

I staggered to the door, only a few inches away from me. I wanted to leave the room, but to my greatest shock, it was locked. Rachel had locked me in with him, even though she knew he was going to spiral.

Before I could process anything, I heard the sound of feet charging toward me, and I turned around just in time to see him rushing toward me at high speed. I tried running, but the condition of my body wouldn't allow me.

As he got closer to me, he lifted up his leg and jumped in a weird way I'd only seen on TV in boxing matches, then delivered a high kick to my chest. He knocked the breath out of me, and I screamed again. My chest burned so much that one would think my body was on fire. I held it, collapsing to the floor and spitting out more blood.

“Stop, please. You're hurting me, Ronan,” I pleaded, tears pooling in my eyes.

He was about to deliver the next blow when the door opened suddenly, and since most of my weight was resting on it, I fell outside the door.

Men in white rushed in, weapons I had never seen in their hands. I watched them through the blurriness of my eyes, seeing them rush toward him and surround him. He growled, ready to attack them, but they attacked him first with the weapon and turned it on.

I couldn't see what it was doing to him, but I knew something was happening. His screams were enough confirmation for me. They kept hurting him until he passed out. When he did, one of them picked him up.

I didn't notice Ryker and Rachel in the room until he was down.

“Take him to the correctional room. He'll stay there for a day before he's released.”

I was grateful for the intervention, but my joy turned to fright when Ryker walked over to me and touched my shirt to take it off and assess my wound. I tried to stop him, but I was too weak, and black dots circled around me. I tried

to fight it but couldn't, and soon, I was welcomed by the darkness.