Aila's leg had snapped under the pressure of the bear trap, and blood flowed down her bare leg. She began hyperventilating from the pain, sure she had been shot and had wolfsbane, but this was totally different.

Her stomach instantly churned as she looked away from her leg and hurled to the side of her. Hardly anything came out, and she ended up heaving instead. Her body became clammy, and she knew her face was pale from shock. Was she going to pass out? No, no! I can't pass out.

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With as much strength as she could find within herself, she looked back at the grotesque view of her leg. She swallowed past a lump in her throat and rose her shaking hands once more. Her hands hovered above the metal clamped around her leg. Blood trickled down her legs, soaking into the ground, but she breathed through it.

She was a vet, for goodness sake! It was only blood! Aila tried to convince herself. Blood coming out of her body.. Her face paled again, and she forced herself to stop thinking like that. She was a vet, seen plenty of blood before, had helped in surgeries, seen animal's organs, helped with removing bullets for people before..this was nothing.

Yet, it was a little different considering it was now her wound that needed treating. The only thing now, if she could get this metal thing off her, was that her escape would be excruciating and very slow. Her injury was of a broken bone, that was certain and open wounds. She also had wolfsbane in her system to slow down her healing. So, right now, she was technically a human with a bear trap around her leg.

Aila clenched her teeth and inhaled deeply. This will hurt, but this thing had to come off of her. She took a few more deep breaths, trying to calm her chaotic heart and her trembling hands. After inhaling deeply once more, she set her mind to the task at hand.

Aila's hands were still a little shaky, but they weren't as bad as before. She brought her fingers to the metal sides and started to pull, but it did nothing. She huffed and tried to look around her leg. Didn't these things have a way of opening?

While Aila tried figuring out how to undo the bear trap, Clint watched her from a distance. He leaned against a tree, his arms crossed as he kept his heartbeat low and his breathing slow. It seemed the little she-wolf was in so much pain, she was not paying attention to him.

It was hard for him earlier not to laugh at how ridiculous she looked in that bush. He so wanted to see her facial expression as he called out her name. He could have shot her then and there, injected her with wolfsbane again, but he didn't want the game to finish so soon. He was trying to keep his impulses under control; she wasn't a random pretty girl. He could just dump the body in an unmarked grave after. She was that special Luna that the hunters needed to create those things.

If he wanted to, he could run off with her and keep her. But it was too much effort. She had a mate, a pack, possible vampires and the hunters searching for her. Even if he wanted her as his personal doll to.. He shook his head. Don't start thinking those thoughts.. You will blackout, and she will be in an unmarked grave.

But this was too easy. Clint set up the bear trap and a few others, hoping that she would be caught instantly if Aila did run in the opposite direction. The sound of her voice as she screamed out in pain earlier was glorious. He wanted to know what other sounds would leave those pretty little lips of hers.

Clint pushed off the tree and started walking in Aila's direction. He didn't care about the sounds of his boots crunching on leaves, squelching in the mud. Aila tensed at the sound, her disgusting wolf senses hearing them instantly, even while she was distracted. But Clint was not worried; she couldn't move from her position.

Should I just inject her with enough wolfsbane for her to pass out?

He grinned. No, where was the fun in that?

Aila sniffled and looked up at Clint's approach. He crouched next to her and tutted, "Look what you had to go and do.." He smiled and reached to wipe her tear-stained face, but Aila smacked his hand away, making him smile more broadly. He assessed her features that had gone pale with goosebumps flourishing her skin. Was he the reason her skin had goosebumps on? Or was it because she was cold from the shock of the bear trap?

Clint hoped it was because of him. He could also see how weak she was becoming. Earlier, she seemed to almost glow from all the rest she had, even with the wolfsbane in her system. Now, she was sweaty, tired-looking and messy. He sighed, looking at the mud on the bottom of her dress, his hand reached for it, but he pulled it back last minute. He hated dirt, though he knew his hands would get dirty soon.

"If I remove this, with you be good and not run?" He smirked as he watched the rebellious look flash across her stunning blue eyes.

But Aila nodded in agreement. Clint had to refrain from smiling; he could see she would not go down without a fight. Which was exactly what he wanted. Where was the smart girl from earlier, the one who was so wary of him? She sat down obediently with him. If she didn't resist, then the fun was over, but it still didn't mean he wouldn't be taking her back to his cabin.

Clint walked around her and started sorting the bear trap out. Aila released a long sigh as the contraction slowly pulled apart. Clint looked at the wounds on her bare leg, with the dried blood and new blood trickling down her porcelain skin. Other than her wounds, her skin was so smooth.

Aila pulled her leg away, her face going paler as she moved it. He let go, and it clamped back together, making the she-wolf flinch. He smirked at her expression and lowered his hand to help her up. Even if she tried to escape right now, her leg was in no position to bear any weight. Aila looked at his hands and seemed queasy by it, so he smiled charmingly at her, which done the opposite effect to what he wanted. Either way, she placed her small hand in his, and he pulled her up.

Clint put his gun away and went to put his arm around her to bear her weight. Instead, though, she smacked him in the face and started limping off at a half jog/ walk away from him. He burst into laughter again at watching the back of her in her pink tea dress, long waist-length white hair flowing behind her, as her form limped away. Clint jogged after her, instantly catching up and threw her over his shoulder. She beat at his back, and although he could already feel bruises forming, he knew it would be a lot worse if she wasn't weak right now.

Clint traipsed through the woods with Aila over him. His hand slowly inched up her leg, enjoying the feel of smooth skin beneath his fingers. His hand stopped below her bottom, and he let his hand rest there, not going any further. He could feel her heart race even more, and her legs clench together as her body stilled.

"I know you won't believe me. But, even though I'm a monster.. I am no rapist. That's the least of your worries right now," He murmured. He did not need to raise his voice; she could hear him.

"But it's okay to feel me up, clean me and dress me?!" Aila almost growled back.

Clint chuckled, "I like your skin. Cleaning and dressing you were a means of keeping your wounds from becoming infected. Though I won't lie. Your body-"

"Shut up!" She screamed back, her voice choked at the end, and Clint imagined she had tears running down her face again.

He sighed in delight as they arrived in front of his cabin. Now he would have even more fun with her.