CHAPTER TWO

Two days had passed and his prisoner had still not awoken. He had frequent visits to the cell to check on her. Shadow had gone too far; we had only intended to scare her a little, but his emotions got the best of him, and he nearly killed her.

Serena opened her eyes and looked around, noting that she was still in the cell but was covered with a blanket. The woolen fabric smelled like her captor, and she couldn't get enough of it, so she held the blanket up to her nose and sniffed it, inhaling his scent.

He smelled like the forest, Serena thought as she tried to get back on her feet, but her knees gave out from laying down for too long and she fell to the ground, then a few minutes later she heard the dungeon door open, causing Serena to return to her previous position pretending to be asleep.

"I know you're awake because I could hear you moving from a mile away." So, get up, don't make me come in there," Adrian said as he entered the dungeon and took his usual seat, watching to see if she would comply.

"What did you do to me?" Serena said as she stood up and rested her back against the wall. "I couldn't breathe even if I tried,"

"Wouldn't you like to know, mutt?" Adrian said with a smirk, still seeing defiance in her eyes despite the obvious shake of her hands and how she fidgeted with them.

"I'm Serena, not Mutt! If you're going to keep me here, at the very least use my name."

"You don't tell me what to do, mutt! I'm in charge!" So please keep quiet so we can return to our previous discussion. The first is, what are you? "Adrian inquired, hoping that this time she would be reasonable and answer honestly.

"Why are you so obsessed with figuring out who I am?" Will it make a difference? You'll still kill me! " Serena said, fiddling with the hem of her shirt to avoid his gaze. His intense scrutiny was eliciting strange emotions in her, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. It made her feel exposed.

"Even if I don't like you, I'm not okay with Shadow hurting you, so tell me now or he'll take over again and I won't be able to stop him from killing you—" Adrian said casually. Serena wondered what the black lycans had done to this man to cause him to despise them so much.

"I'm still not going to tell you, and I'm not afraid of your lycan," Serena declared defiantly.

"You have a mouth, but you should learn to control it," Adrian said, his eyes changing from grey to white to grey again. "Not everyone appreciates you pushing them to the brink, especially not me; you don't want to push me any further than you already have," she observed as he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his wolf. Then he reopened them, returning his gaze to her."If you tell me what you are, I'll give you a warm plate of food and a place to stay until we figure this little situation out," Adrian said, not knowing why he was so insistent on hearing her say she was a black lycan even though he already knew.

"Fuck you, I'm not that desperate, so shove the food and shelter up your ass!" Serena yelled growling at him.

"You don't want to aggravate me, mutt; I'm trying to be nice, but you choose to be stubborn; you won't like me when I'm mad," Adrian warned sternly.

"Just leave me alone; I'd rather starve than tell you what I am?," Serena yelled.

"So be it," Adrian said, rising from his seat and making his way to the dungeon door.

"Where are you going?" Serena inquired, her gaze hesitantly fixed on him.

"What— I'm doing as you asked, and I won't beg if that's what you're expecting," Adrian shrugged as he walked out the door, leaving Serena alone in the cold dungeon.

Serena lay back down as she watched her captor walk away, wondering why he was so interested in discovering what she was. Would it make a difference? She went back to sleep to conserve her energy while thinking about a certain grey-eyed man.

Adrian walked up the large stairs, remembering the little female in his dungeon, who was as stubborn as a mule and had been here for three days without food. When he mentioned food, he hoped she'd give up, but she still preferred death to telling him what she was. He felt bad about treating her this way, but he didn't have a choice; it was for his own safety.

Adrian went out of his castle at night, searching the surroundings for intruders, as was his daily routine at this time of day. When he was finished, he returned to the castle for dinner. Living alone in this castle felt lonely at times; it always reminded him of what he had lost a century before.

He went back to his room after dinner to sleep for a few hours. That is, if his nightmares don't haunt him today; he has had nightmares every now and then since escaping Mount Zero. Adrian undressed, changed into his nightgown, and sat down on the bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

It was twenty years ago...

Adrian was bleeding in the cold cell. He had been injected with wolfsbane once more to stop his healing, then he heard the door open and one of the scientists present cut him to see how quickly he would heal when pumped with wolfsbane.

"Hello, experiment 555, I see you are healing well, which means your kind as a resistance to wolfsbane, if you were a black lycan that amount of wolfsbane would have killed you by now," he said as he scribbled in his notepad.

When the scientist tried to get a better look at experiment 555. Adrian used the opportunity to attack him but was stopped by the shock collar around his neck making him squirm in pain.

"Must you always act like a savage, Experiment 555?" the scientist said as he exited Adrian's cells, scribbling something else on his notepad, "I'm sure you pack was killed for this very reason," the scientist spat as he walked away, leaving Adrian laying in a pool of his own blood.