Chapter 253
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253 –I Am A Tattletale
Madeline:
“What the heck is wrong with you? Why have you come onto my property? Unannounced, acting like a diva,” Bonnie yelled at me.
I wanted to push her so hard, but I stopped myself only because she was pregnant.
“You stole my home. You stole my food. If you dare to steal anything else from me and my family,” I told her, looking straight into her eyes as I pointed my finger at her.
“Hey, step away from her,” her husband shouted, and I could tell he was about to put his hands on me, but that did not happen. Instead, he was shoved away by force.
I did not even have to turn around to know what had happened to him. Baxter had taken care of it.“Now listen to me. Just because you got away with your lies before does not mean you will again, ” I warned her, pointing my finger at her.
“Or else, what would you do p>
Then she was the one who touched me first. She tried to grab my finger and twist my arm behind my back.
However, she could not even move my finger. I saw the fear in her eyes when I twisted her wrist, and bent it over her shoulder.
Her eyes widened, her elbow sticking out. She grimaced as I narrowed my eyes and leaned down toward her.
The moment I touched her that way and got so close, I felt something shift. Before I could respond, my wolf spoke for me.
“And who am I supposed to expect honesty from?” I demanded. “The one lying about carrying her husband’s pup? That is not even his child p>
Those words came from me, but they were forced out by my wolf. She gasped, and I let her go, stepping back from her.
“What did she just say?” her husband muttered as he moved toward her, but I knew I had to leave.
“So stay away from us,” I warned her, changing the subject as I turned toward my kids.
They were glaring at Riley and Ronnie, their small fists clenched. It felt real and unsettling, like two families standing against each other.
Her husband’s attention was fixed on her now, and I could tell she kept stealing glances at him while pretending not to look, continuing to glare at me.
Then I turned around and stared at the roasted chicken on the skewers. So they had gotten lucky with supplies, and this was how they were terrorizing others.
Even as the ones with advantages in the woods, that did not stop them from wanting more.
As I stepped away, I grabbed the three skewers, leaving them with nothing.
“What the fuck is wrong with her? I fucking hate her,” Bonnie screamed.
I did not respond and went straight back into the woods where our house was. It was a fifteen–minute walk from
theirs.
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Once we sat down, we roasted the chicken until it was fully cooked. Although we ate well, new fears settled in my
heart.
After the kids were put to rest, Baxter and I sat on the log, staring at the fire.
I knew that if I said anything to him, he would not respond, but I could not help myself. I wanted to fix things and work as a team.
“You know, I had briefly thought about helping them once they moved out of the motel. If they had been nice, I would have fetched food for them because she is pregnant,” I remarked softly.
Baxter scoffed, making me look at him with suspicious eyes.
“You do not have to pretend so hard to be kind–hearted,” he spoke under his breath, but I heard it.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked in bewilderment.
He kept stirring the fire with a stick, chuckling sarcastically, his eyes never leaving the flames.
“You need to stop doing that,” he remarked, causing me to narrow my eyes again.
“What do you mean?” I questioned once more.
“Stop exposing other people’s secrets,” he replied, and this was the only time that day he lifted his gaze to stare straight into my eyes.
“Whose secrets have I exposed before that?” I asked, paying close attention to his complaints because something had happened, something that had changed his entire behavior toward me, and I needed to know what it was.
“Forget about it,” he commented, giving his head a firm shake.
“No, I will not. Besides, I was not the one who exposed her secrets. It was my wolf. She spoke up before I could stop her,” I argued, but I noticed the same look of disbelief lingering on his face.
“Have I ever exposed your secret, Baxter p>
The moment I asked with complete confidence, he snapped his head up and threw the stick into the fire, making me glance at the flames and then back at him.
“As if you do not know,” he remarked, and that was when I realized I should have paid attention much sooner.
Something was weighing on him, something he had been unwilling to tell me. Now, the words were slowly slipping from his mouth.
“No, Baxter, I do not know what you are talking about, but I have never spoken about you to anyone else,” I said, standing my ground.
He kept staring at me, frowning as if he no longer knew what to say. Then I stood up and folded my arms across my chest, watching him without blinking.
“Now do you want to tell me what has been bothering you, or what you are accusing me of, so I can at least have a chance to explain myself?” I pressed, watching him continue to stare before he looked down again, and I knew he would not give in.
“There is nothing to talk about. Go to sleep,” he ordered, while I stayed still, staring at him.
After a few minutes, I realized I could not force anything out of him if he refused to talk. I stomped my foot and walked away. 1
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