The vision was foggy, yet I could immediately identify who it was. I’d be able to identify her even if I was dead. Which I probably was because there’s no way she was with me right now. I could only see her face, it like an angel.
She was lightly smiling, the image making it easier to bear that I had lost her. As if that had been a trigger, it started to fade. I grasped out, sucking in a breath. It was replaced by a dulling pain that only increased. I could feel my body aching as I regained consciousness. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw I was in a darkened room, the place dusty and damp. The only light in the whole room was filtered from underneath the door, it letting me see how small and cramped the place was.
I started to register my own circumstances. I was sitting on the floor, my hands shackled to a set of bars that lined the wall behind me. This meant I could stand up however if my legs didn’t stop shaking, I didn’t think that would be a possibility. I tried pulling the shackles thought the stinging pain that erupted on my wrists made my head dizzy.
Iron…
These bastards had used iron shackles. I let out a groan, trying to get my brain to think straight once again. I had to get out of here. Looking around the room once more, I found that nothing was going to help me around here.
And the only things on me were these damn shackles and a pair of shorts. Well at least they had bothered to clothe me. My throat was dry and I could feel the throbbing pain of a wound on my neck. When werewolves got bitten with ones with status it took longer to heal. Seeing that these assholes had decided to send out both betas and their omega, it was going to take some time for me to recover.
Okay Chase… breathe and think. Breathe and think
The only thing that came to mind was those aqua eyes. I pulled once more on the shackles, bracing the pain of my skin sizzling.
I gritted my teeth, water leaking out of my eyes. Okay no… this was way too painful. I groaned, letting my arms slacken once again. My ears suddenly picked up voices and the sound of a set of keys entering a lock.
My head turned to the door just as it open. The light flooded into the room, blinding me before someone came through the doorway. The man walked towards me, a grimace on his face. I watched as he came to stand in front of me, inspecting me as if I was some lab experiment. He was young, his hair curly and flopping into his grey eyes.
“So, you’re the Hellwooder” he said, spitting out the words, “Sorry about the place, we had to improvise” he said, his eyes quickly scanning the room. So it was also unknown to him, “Unlike you guys – we actually capture people and not just kill them on instinct”
I growled, feeling my faith in my pack coming forth.
“How long were you even planning to still keep Lily? You guys probably couldn’t decide how to kill her huh?”
At that I sprang up, ignoring the shakiness in my legs and the hissing pain that erupted on my wrists. The guy gulped, not having expected my reaction.
“You know nothing” my voice come out menacingly.
The boy blinked and I drank in his features. He was young, probably just year younger than me and looked way too innocent to be hanging out with a prisoner. Especially one from a pack that was known to be more evil than the devil.
Damn… people sure liked to exaggerate…
Once we part from my parents we head to the woods, me instantly relaxing a bit more. Thought that probably only lasted for five minutes. “Can I ask you something?” Felix squeezes my hand, letting shivers once again roam up my arm. I nod, glancing at him through my curls. His eyebrows are knitted together and he
Standing with a gaze that can only be described as Elsa can’t control her powers again (Frozen), stands the ice princess of the Moonlight pack. Princess suits her perfectly. She’s straightened her hair once again and is wearing a pair of shorts and a simple tank top in a way you’d think it was designed for the runway. Her arms are folded and the Elsa-stare is directed at me.
I glance over at the house for the millionth time before finally deciding to just do it. Chase had been my friend since we were babies. He knew every little thing about me. We were more than friends. We were brothers. And even if that sounded corny, corny was what we were. You get those types of friendships that are all about jokes and messing around. Those were what
I spend the rest of the day trying to get hold of Felix thought it’s pretty useless. At about four o clock, when I’m starting to think he might regret being my mate, he finally shows up. He looks worn out, his hair dishevelled with leaves stuck in his curls. “Are you okay?” he enters my house, giving me a nod, “Just happy to be by you aga
Felix guides me into the woods thought we take a new route which makes me nervous. I haven’t explored the woods that much, even if it was my home away from home. I usually stuck to my routes, going north or east. There was unknowing of what was going on in the west but that was mostly because Felix and his gang would usually go there. Yet, now he was guiding me that way. We trudged through the woods up until Felix suddenly stopped.
I’ve been here for two days. Two, asshole-filled, muscle aching days. My wrists were raw from me continuously trying to escape and my mood was about as sour as a sour worm. For the millionth time since I got here, I heard footsteps coming to the door. Who was going to bother me this time?
Once I got home, I went straight to my room – preparing for the warmth of bed. Thought, I only got to put on my pyjamas when the doorbell rang. Dammit… I groaned but knew that I still had to go and open. My parents were already at work but they might have forgotten something. I headed downstairs, my wolf somehow starting to act weird.
When I arrive at Felix’s house, the place is quiet and seemingly empty. Yet, anger is fuelling me at the moment. I scramble through one of the windows – really not caring how creepy it seemed – before looking around the house. The first floor was void of existence and I went to scramble up the stairs. My footsteps echo as I move down the hallway, all