Swift Move
A Crimson Hollow Novella
Marissa Dobson
Contents
Copyright
Newsletter
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Marissa Dobson
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Introduction
Unable to put the past behind her, Swift is overcome by terror and a thirst for revenge. Believing she has nothing to offer the tribe, she leaves behind the only home she’s ever known, but in a world filled with humans, this only makes matters worse.
Brett Oaks has just joined the Crimson Hollow Tribe, taking a position in the guard. Things turn out much as he anticipated until he is sent to bring back one of the tribe members and comes face to face with his mate. She reeks of fear, but he also senses something else.
She’s tired of living like she is but will she trust him enough to let him help her? There is more to life than what she has experienced. He’s ready to show her, if she’ll only open up her heart to him.
Chapter One
If Swift heard someone say she needed to let go of the past one more time, she would scream. How was she supposed to move past the memories when every time she closed her eyes, she could see the ground covered in blood? Screams from her family and friends echoed in her ears. Everyone she knew had been slaughtered. Why? Because a human fell in love with a fox shifter who couldn’t return that love. They weren’t mates and because of that, he’d sought his revenge on the group of animals that reminded him of her.
Sinking down on the chair, she squeezed the bridge of her nose. What was she going to do? She’d thought leaving Crimson Hollow would be the right choice but as she sat in her hotel room, fear rose within her, worse than ever. She couldn’t handle it any longer, but she refused to go back to the tribe with her tail between her legs.
The cell phone she laid on the table vibrated and Sin’s name displayed again. This was the fifth call and it wasn’t noon yet but Swift wasn’t ready to answer. What was she going to tell her cousin? That wasn’t the only reason why she didn’t answer. If she did, Sin would try to talk her into returning and her will was broken enough that she’d let it happen. The tribe was her family; maybe not biologically, but they’d accepted Sin and Swift when their leash—their group of foxes—was slaughtered.
“Now I’m on the verge of losing them too. I’ll be alone again!” Tears pricked her eyes as she fought to keep her emotions at bay.
Leaning back in the hard high back chair, she focused on the pale yellow walls of the hotel room and tried to breathe despite the lump in her chest. She needed to find a way to move past what happened. Not just for a few hours at a time, like she had been able to do since she left. She needed to be able to put the past behind her for good. Otherwise, she’d lose her family, her tribe, and she didn’t want that to happen. They had become everything to her—until her past was tossed back in her face with the slaughter of more foxes and the arrival of Zoe. Now, nothing was the same.
A pounding on the door had her jumping off the chair. They’ve found me. Only, she wasn’t worried it would be someone from her tribe. No, she wasn’t afraid of them, but of a dead man. How was that even logical? Rationality didn’t matter when it came to her terror. It was all in her head and that made it worse. How did one convince themselves that everything was fine?
“Swift?” Another knock echoed through the room. “Open up. It’s Noah. Jase sent me.”
“Noah…” His name came out whisper soft, so she wasn’t sure he could hear her.
“Yes. Now open up.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she forced herself to walk to the door. Each step seemed to take more effort like she was moving in quicksand. No doubt it was Noah; she knew his voice and his scent.
Scent. That was what her fox kept trying to tell her, but the fog that had settled over her brain stopped her from comprehending. Noah wasn’t alone, she realized. “Who’s with you?”
“Brett.”
She stood on the other side of the door, trying to make sense of the scent, but her fox was barking within her, distracting her. What was going on?
“He’s from the tribe. We’re drawing attention and that’s the last thing we want right now. Now open up, Swift. You’re safe, I promise.” Noah lowered his voice as he said the last part, as if he didn’t want to be heard by someone.
Trust. She had to remember, Noah was a friend. He wouldn’t hurt her or bring anyone else to her doorstep that would. Her fox circled within her, excitement spilling off her animal and urging her forward. Quickly, she pulled back the latch and unlocked the door, before opening it enough to look out and ensure it was Noah.
As the two men came into view, it wasn’t Noah that she noticed, but the other man—Brett. His lean body was pale, while his vibrant, emerald-green eyes had so much life in them, they seemed to sparkle at her. His dark brown hair was spiked back on top and the sides cut shorter, tempting her to reach out and draw her fingers through it to see the different shades of brown. The caramel highlights seemed to catch the glistening rays of sunlight the most, but the tawny brown ones drew her attention. Women would spend hours in the salon highlighting their hair and still not get those hues he naturally possessed.
“Can we come in?” Noah asked as she continued to block the doorway, staring at Brett.
“Um…” She took a step back but her gaze remained on him. “Yeah.”
As they entered, the scent of his beast drifted toward her, exciting her fox further. A bear. There were plenty of bears among their tribe that she wasn’t surprised by his animal. She was, however, surprised by the fact that this was her mate standing before her. Mating hadn’t crossed her mind much since she’d come of age. She’d never sought one out or even hoped for one. How was she supposed to be a good mate if she couldn’t even keep her life under control?
Noah inhaled deeply and his eyes grew wide before taking a step back from between them. “Swift—”
She cut him off before he could say whatever he had come to say. “Why did you bring him?”
“Jase’s orders.” Noah watched her carefully.
“We’ve come to bring you home.” Brett’s deep voice caressed over her skin like t
easing fingers, stroking her and bringing the fire to raging levels.
“I don’t have a home any longer.” She stepped back until the back of her legs brushed along the bed and she sank down onto it. “I wasn’t welcomed in Crimson Hollow any longer and now I have nowhere else to go. This is my life now.”
“Jase never asked you to leave,” Noah reminded her.
“No, but he would have. I lost my home and the only family I have, but I don’t even blame him. He would have done what was best for the tribe.” She slammed her hand down on the bed, anger pouring through her. “If only I could have got my head together…”
“Your family wants you home.” Noah stepped farther into the room. “Sin wanted to come after you herself, but Garret and Jase wouldn’t allow that. The threats to our kind have increased recently. Humans are no longer only hunting us for sport but a group is putting bounties on our heads. Each week a new species is chosen as the target.”
“I don’t understand. Why does that change anything?”
“You’re in danger out here.” Brett leaned against the dresser, his arms crossed over his chest as he was careful not to knock over the television that sat on the surface. “The longer you stay out here, away from the tribe, the more danger you’re in. None of the other members are close enough to be able to aid you in an emergency.”
“You can’t stay locked in your room all the time. Your beast wants to be let out so it can roam. It won’t be long before someone figures out you’re a shifter. You’ll be in danger. You need to come home,” Noah added.
The men shared a look before Brett stepped away from the dresser and came to squat before her. “Jase sent me with Noah for a reason.”
“You mean because you’re my mate?” Saying it aloud made her chest tighten. Again, she reminded herself she couldn’t deal with a mate and everything that union meant when she found herself in this predicament. “Jase knows who will mate with whom as long as he’s met both of them and he loves to throw them together in an unexpected situation. Like he did with Sin and Garret.”
“I didn’t understand why Sin and Garret stopped by my place right before we left. It seemed out of place for them to show up to tell me how they’d met but when you opened the door, the pieces fell into place. Jase knew we’re to be mates and their story was to show me that if we allowed this to happen naturally, things would work out.”
“You don’t want me. Trust me, I’ve been through some awful shit and I’m messed up. That’s why I can’t go back to Crimson Hollow.” She dragged her hand through her hair, tugging the ruby red strands away from her face. “I think both of you should leave now.”
“Not a chance.” Noah shook his head. “You two have some things to discuss. I’m going to make a run for some food. Anything special you want, Swift?”
“You’re leaving?” She stared up at him, her eyes wide, and her heart beating a little too fast with fear.
“Yeah, but Brett will be here. He’s not going to hurt you.” Noah strolled toward the door. Grabbing hold of the door handle, he turned to face her. “Trust us and we can get you home again.”
He opened the door but before he could step out, she hollered to him. “There’s a delicious Mexican restaurant on the corner. Tell them it’s for Swift. They know my order. I’ve been there every day since I arrived.”
“A creature of habit.” He shook his head and closed the door behind him.
Left alone with Brett, she sensed tension rising within the room, knotting the muscles in her shoulders. Her stomach rolled. What could the two of them have to talk about? He had to be able to tell she wasn’t interested in mating or anything else, for that matter. Her mental stability was hanging on by a thread. She didn’t need this.
Chapter Two
Every moment, Swift made it clear she didn’t want Brett around and the tension from Noah’s departure only made her edgier. His bear snarled at him, demanding that he do something to put her at ease. She was his mate, even if she didn’t like that fact, and he didn’t want to see her so full of anxiety that her body ached. He’d rather she ached for other reasons…
He had been at this juncture and his bear was eager to take over. He’d made it through and was determined to help her do the same. The first step was to get her to trust him. He rose from where he squatted before her, grabbed one of the two chairs from the small table on the other side of the room and brought it closer.
“What did Noah mean that we have a lot to discuss?”
“Jase planned to send me even before he learned I was your mate.” He placed the chair close to her but far enough away that they were not touching, and sat down. “Actually, it was Sin who I spoke with about joining Noah for this trip. She wanted me to see if I could help you because I’ve been where you are.”
“I’ve already been through that. Garrett’s sister Ginger tried but I can’t…”
“I don’t know Ginger’s story. I only know that according to Sin, it’s different. You witnessed your leash get—”
“Don’t say it!” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t say it, please don’t…”
“Shh, Swift.” He reached out and took her hand in his. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. It will never be okay.”
“I know.” Without letting go of her hand, he moved his chair closer so that their knees touched. “What happened will stay with you forever. Nothing will erase the memories or the blood spilled. But you can move past it.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“I’m not going to say it’s easy, but it’s possible.” He rubbed his thumb over the top of her knuckles. “Mating will help, too.”
She tried to pull back from him but when his grip on her hand tightened, she stopped. “I’m not mating with you just because you think it will help me. I don’t even know you. It might be impossible for us to put up with each other and that would only make a bad situation worse. It’s not happening, buddy, so if you think you can just stroll in here and claim me, you’re out of your mind!” She tried to pull back again, but he gently yet firmly had her stay put.
“It’s a pleasure to see that your temper is still intact.” He gave her a smile and squeezed her hand. “Listen, feisty, that’s not what I meant and you know it. Your fear reeked through this motel room when we arrived, but since I took your hand, it has subsided.”
“Maybe I don’t see you as a threat anymore.”
“Noah and I weren’t the ones you feared.”
To prove a point, he let go of her hand and made sure their knees weren’t touching. As soon as the contact between them ceased, the fear started to rear its head once more.
“What…what are you doing?” She reached out to him again but he pulled back.
“Focus on the fear.”
“What?”
“Trust me.” He wanted to comfort her but, with the slightest touch, the fear would pop around her. “Focus on the fear. What are you terrified of? What does the darkness hold? Whatever it is, I know it’s not Noah or me.”
“I can’t…”
“You can. Now focus and tell me what you see. What do you fear?”
“They’re coming for me. They know I lived and they want me dead.” Her voice broke and tears welled in her eyes. “Guns and knives. They want to see the fear in my eyes as they kill me. I’m scared but there will be peace afterwards. No more running in terror.”
Unable to take it any longer, he rose from the chair and went to sit on the bed next to her. He wrapped his arm around her, pressing her against his body. “It’s okay, Swift; no one is here. You’re safe.” The details he gathered from Sin about what happened to her leash gave him further insight into his mate.
“They’ll come back. Just as they did with Zoe’s family.”
“They’re dead. They’re not coming back.” He smoothed his hand down her arm. “Jase and the others made sure they were dead. I know you don’t believe it, but you’re safe from them.”
Eve
n though he wanted to, he couldn’t stop himself from adding ‘from them’. The men responsible for the attacks on the foxes were dead but that didn’t mean some other lunatic wouldn’t pick up where they started. There was a terrorist group out to eliminate them and their kind. Each week, they picked a new target, but how long would it be before they chose foxes? Swift wouldn’t see this as a random thing; she’d see it as a personal attack on her. He needed to get her back to Crimson Hollow where she would be safe and shelter her from news of these murderers.
They sat there in silence, mostly because he didn’t want to push her further and make her kick him out. She was his mate and he needed to help her move past this if they were going to have any kind of future together. Jase and Sin were also counting on him to bring her back to the tribe. Being a new member, he was just getting them to trust him. Bringing her back would be a good stepping stone to making a home for himself in Crimson Hollow.
“Ginger tried to help me, but the murder she witnessed was to protect her. My family was slaughtered in front of me and I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t save them.”
“You’re feisty but you’d have been no match for them.” He laid his other hand on her leg, linking their fingers. “You were what? Five? Six?”
“I had turned seven the day before.” She rested her head against his shoulder. “My parents arranged for everyone to come together in the courtyard. They had a bonfire, lots of delicious food, games, and a birthday cake that would rival a wedding cake. It was taller than me, with multiple layers. A beautiful thing; I almost didn’t want to eat it but Sin’s mother had baked it and I knew it would be the best damn cake I’d ever tasted. She was a hell of a baker.”
“See?” He unhooked his hand from hers to gently lift her chin and bring her eye to eye. “Those memories are what you need to focus on when the fear returns. Remember your family at the party, having a good time. Surrounded by everyone you love.”
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