As I watch Mom run out of the door, I try my best to get out of the restraints, but they're wrapped too tightly. I start to scream but none of my screams are loud enough. Just my luck, I had to be tied up in a cabin in the middle of the woods. I feel like a hopeless girl in a horror movie.

I try to lift my legs over my head but I soon realise that does nothing besides make it look like I'm ready to skin out the pum.

I continue to wriggle and scream to no avail. What am I meant to do now?

Think Mia, come on girl. Think! If you can't get out, what are you meant to do?

I look at the clock and 30 minutes have passed. Still no progress. I lean back against the chair, stop struggling and take a breath. I think deeply for a few moments.

Then it hits me. I know what I have to do.

I close my eyes and clear my mind. No clouds. No procrastinating thoughts. Nothing.

"Help me" I think. "I'm tied up in a cabin in the woods" I think again.

I concentrate as I try to echo my thoughts across the woods. I imagine a Wi-Fi signal that goes from one bar to two bars then three bars. I try to imagine my thoughts to teleport that way throughout the woods. Hopefully Blake or someone from his pack can hear me.

I do this for a couple of minutes and wait. Nothing. I try again a couple more times. Eventually I hear a faint whispering in the back of my mind

"Where are you?" The voice says

"Hello?" I shout out loud forgetting that I have to communicate telepathically.

"Are you ok?" The voice asks.

"Yes, I am, well no not really, I'm tied up right now. To a chair. At my mother's house" I reply.

"Oh, ok sorry I'll leave you alone then, this sounds private" the voice responds in my head.

"NO!" I scream in my head. "HELP ME!"

"Oh, wait you mean literally tied up? You're not on some kinky flex?" The voice responds.

"No can you stop asking so many questions and just help me! There's a cabin in the middle of the woods. Are you a part of Blake's pack?" I ask desperately.

"Yeah you could say that" the voice responds darkly.

"Okay good. There's a path covered in leaves near the campsite. Follow it until the end and you'll see a cabin. Don't knock, just enter. You'll find me tied in the kitchen." I say desperately.

"Oh" I quickly remember. "Please tell Blake. I'm Mia. His mate." I say.

The voice lets out a small gasp. "Oh, you're THE Mia?" it says. "Well that makes this even more interesting."

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"Don't worry about it. I'm on my way."

The voice disconnects from my head and I'm left in silence again. Who was that? How did they manage to hear me, but Blake couldn't? I think about the voice and realise it was a male one. There was a slight huskiness to it which threw me at first. I liked it.

I started to wonder about what he looked like. Would his face match his voice?

I quickly shook my head. What am I thinking? I have a man. His name is Blake. He's the Alpha. He's the bad boy. I already have the man of my dreams.

So why am I tied up? Why am I thinking about another man? All these thoughts because of a voice?

Before I know it, I'm distracted from my thoughts as I hear the door break down.

"Hello?!" A voice yells. It's the husky man from my thoughts.

"In here!" I yell.

I hear heavy footsteps make their way towards the kitchen. I can't see who's there because my back is turned towards the entrance, so I solely rely on noise to know where he is.

It sounds as if he's stopped outside of the kitchen entrance, but he doesn't speak. I can feel his aura. He feels handsome. I still can't see him though.

"Mia?" He asks.

"Yes yes! It's me!" I shout. The voice chuckles and walks towards me. Within seconds, he snaps the thick rope from around my body and lifts me up in the air bridal style.

"Weee!" I scream as he picks me up. I look at him with a smile on my face before I quickly realise that he isn't Blake and I shouldn't be enjoying this. However, another thing I do realise is that he's very, very handsome. Unlike Blake, he's rugged. Whereas Blake possesses a pretty boy handsomeness.

Stubble falls across his jawline, creating a dark shadow and the feeling as if he was a more mature and passionate man. As I look at his lips, I realise how full and exfoliated they are. Sometimes when I kissed Blake, the strands of his dead lip skin would scrape across my lip, however; it didn't look like it'd be a problem with this handsome stranger.

As my eyes travel his face, I see that his nose is beautiful but in a broken sort of way. As if he'd been in a few boxing matches or something yet his nose had healed perfectly but there was still a small crook at the top. It didn't matter anyway, he looked manly with it.

As I gazed upon his face, I realized that his skin was not only smooth but bronzed too. Blake's skin was a handsome pale, but my stranger's skin looked as if he'd come off an Australian beach. He was the perfect mix between a 2012 hipster Tumblr boy and a firefighter. There's no other way to explain it.

"You sure are admiring my face, aren't you?"

I blush and begin to stutter. "N-no I'm not!" I insist. He chuckles. Shivers go down my spine.

Wait. No. Please. Not shivers. What's going on? Why am I feeling like this? I've only ever felt shivers with Blake. Why do I feel this way when I have a mate?

An unsettled feeling develops within me. This isn't right. Something is going on.

"Sure, you just stare and think about everyone's faces" the stranger says sarcastically as he places me down. His hand brushes against my hip slight and I hold in a gasp.

"You were right in front of me, what else was I meant to do instead of look at you?" I say defensively. You can't be handsome on purpose and think I'm not going to look?

"Maybe be loyal to your mate?" he replies. I turn beetroot red out of embarrassment. I don't reply. The stranger laughs.

"I'm just kidding you did nothing wrong. All you did was forget to block your thoughts" he says reassuringly. I quickly begin to think of clouds and avoid eye contact with him. I don't want to feel anymore shivers.

I look at the clock and see that two hours have passed since I last saw Blake. Disappointment takes me over. He should realise I'm missing and that something is wrong. A search party should be out looking for me. I shouldn't have had to rely on a stranger.

I quickly remember why he isn't looking for me. Mom has probably found him. I don't know what she may have done to him yet, but I need to get out of here now and stop her. If I don't, I may lose my mate forever.

"We need to go, now" I say quickly. I collect my stuff and run out of the cabin.

"Wait up!" he says as he runs behind me. "You don't even know my name!"

"I don't have time for that right now, I have a boyfriend to save...again!" I yell back as I continue to run.

"You weren't thinking of him when you were checking me out!" He yells back as he jogs alongside me. I look at him with a frustrated expression on my face. I'm literally sprinting but this guy can catch up to me with a jog?

"If I ask you your name, will you leave me alone?!"

"Sure, if you ask nicely. I did save you" he says. I roll my eyes.

"What's your name?" I ask impatiently.

"It's Julian" he smirks. I nod and turn back around to continue running towards Blake's campsite.

"Wow not even a thank you?!" I hear him huff.

I ignore him and continue to run, but suddenly a sharp pain flashes across my chest, bringing me to my knees.

I gasp in pain and clutch at my heart as I fall to the ground. Groans of pain leave my mouth. Running footsteps soon arrive beside me. As I struggle to breathe, strong arms scoop me up and hold me close.

"You're ok, breathe beautiful. Breathe" the voice soothes me. As I breathe in, the smell of a love triangle and bad decisions fill my nostrils. God, he smells so good.

Another sharp pang fills my chest. I let out another groan as the pain fills my body. I don't understand what's going on. Why am I feeling this? Where is Blake?

But then I hear a weak howl fill the air. And then I knew.

I knew.