Chapter 3-Traitor

Lauren’s POV

Spending the whole night in pain and agony, my wolf never appeared as I thought she might. The next day I woke up but my entire being was so limp I could barely move. 

It was hardly past the break of dawn when my jailer began to abuse me again, and I almost lost all hope of life. 

Why is this happening? I don’t know if I can take much more. 

The day passed, and the next, but the abuse never stopped and I wondered when it was all going to end. My mother’s words were hard to forget, an etching reminder: “Three days.” 

On the last day, I heard a vague conversation outside my cell. 

“She still refuses to hand it over?” came a female voice, and I instantly recognized it as my sister, Teresa. 

“Yes, she’s very stubborn.” 

The cell door creaked open, and in strolled Teresa. Since the outbreak of war, it was the first time we had seen each other. All this time I thought she was in danger, but her appearance indicated otherwise. 

Gorgeously dressed in silk and fur, she was clearly unharmed, and it suddenly dawned on me. 

She’s part of this whole cahoot. She’s also a traitor, but how can it be?

“Are you here to force me to give you the token, Teresa?” I asked her. 

But she said nothing. Instead, she forcefully kicked me in the shoulder. 

“How dare you speak to me so insolently? Where’s your respect? Now stop playing games, Lauren, and hand it over if you don’t want to die!” 

“Teresa, please, I am begging you. I have no idea about this damn bone whistle, just like I have told everyone. I would have given it up by now. Surely you and Mother believe me? As my family, you would know if I was lying. I’ve never seen it before,” crying out to her. 

“Of course, you haven’t,” she snickered, grabbing me by my hair as she whispered the words into my ear. 

Looking back behind her at the gate as if to make sure no one else was around, she retrieved a small item from her jacket, waving it in front of my eyes. 

“Because it’s in my hands!” She laughed viciously, shaking the ivory-colored slanted bone in front of me, mocking me as she did so. 

“Teresa! You, you did this on purpose,” I stumbled, “then why don’t you just rather kill me?” 

“Because, Lauren, I want to watch you suffer!” She chortled, “Just because you were born before me you were given all of the rights. An heiress just because of birth, and you were always set to marry the strongest Alpha. Meanwhile, I have to pretend to be the good little sister when you’ve always been destined to have it all.” 

“But that wasn’t by choice,” I tried interjecting. 

“But nothing! I am not willing to give you the satisfaction of it all. When you die, I’ll have everything that was yours, including Adam!” 

Never did I expect this from my youngest sister, nor for her to view me as the enemy. It sent shock waves down my spine. But even in my weakened state, I was nobody’s fool. 

“Do you think you can marry Adam by taking Uncle’s side?” spitting a mouthful of blood at her as I purposefully taunted her with my words where I knew it hurt most. “Marriage is an alliance between two packs, and only the eldest daughter of the current Alpha is eligible. We were taught this from a young age. And don’t forget that our father…is dead!” 

Laughing wickedly, she lifted my chin with the tip of her leather boot. 

“Who told you my father was dead? I am Jed Watson’s child, and tonight, I will tell my father that you have handed over the token. Tomorrow is your time to die!” 

Her words hit me like a hot stake. We’re not full sisters. All this time, all these years. Did Father ever know the truth? 

More so, Teresa was an accomplice in the murder of my father. At that moment, I wanted to rush up to her and tear her apart, but the chains stopped me from doing so. 

“Guards!” Teresa called out, and one of the jailers from the sidelines pushed me hard to the ground once more. 

Seeing her leave so complacent, I swore in my heart I would avenge my father until my last dying breath!