Fictional Short Story

~Lucie’s POV~
Within a blink of an eye Casey appeared. He was sprawled on the ground with his body a tangled mess of arms and legs. I felt my heart race at the sight of him. I tried rushing forward to him but my legs seemed to be locked in place.
“Casey!” His head snapped up and he bounced up, running over to me with blinding speed. He engulfed me in his arms burying his head into the crook of my neck. I did the same and breathed in his heavenly scent, a mixture of dark chocolate, pine cones, and a scent that only belonged to him. He froze seconds later, probably due to the fact that my arms still hung limply at my sides. There was something holding me in place, some kind of unseen force. The only thing I was able to move was my head.
“What’s happening Lucie?” Panic was swirling in his eyes as he looked at me franticly. He tried moving one of my arms but it was left there, still dangling by my side.
“I’m just putting a little insurance policy in for myself. Nothing to worry about.” Lupe’s voice sounded, sending chills to my bone. She was nowhere to be found yet her voice continued to echo through the white room we were trapped in.
“Why are you doing this Lupe? What do you have to gain from this?”
“Pack security. My brothers and sisters have fallen victim far too many times because of the fighting between the Hunters and the Werewolves.”
“So you’re trying to kill us all? What will that accomplish?” I held my tongue as Casey continued to ask questions. Lupe’s earlier words still were running through my mind. Casey might not make it to the end. How was I supposed to deal with the fact that my mate might not make it through whatever Lupe had planned? I couldn’t tell anyone about it… she said that would guarantee Casey’s death. But...

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“Maybe one day I’ll tell you what happened here,” his voice was detached and the second that his eyes met mine they conveyed one message, hopelessness.
“Casey-,”
“Go. They need someone to plan Tabby’s funeral.” Funeral. Death. Tabby. Each word consumed me and then left me breathless letting the process repeat over and over again as my mind tried to make sense of the words.
“Lucie you don’t have to worry about it now if you don’t want to…,” Casey said, most likely trailing of in hopes that it would calm my now racing heart. Wood splinters poked at my hand as I clenched the walling of doorway in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I tried to settle my nerves in hopes calm myself down as well.
“I’m going to go sleep for a few hours. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” He nodded and when I turned my back from him I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.