Where is she?

Thalia didn't know what made her regain her consciousness, all she knew was that every time Taryn took her blood she would only wake up somewhere in the noon. But when she opened her eyes, the window that was situated on the top of the basement's wall still showed the moon that was hanging in the sky. 

She blinked her eyes, trying to focus on her surroundings. Her senses that were hazy because of sleepiness finally regained a bit of their clarity. 

Screams.

Mournful shouts. 

That nauseating scent of blood. 

Like a tsunami wave, everything came crashing and Thalia's wolf set up straight in high alert. Now that the two of them were wide awake they could smell the scent of something burning, fire - there was a fire.

And their pack was what was getting burned. 

Thalia moved and then winced, the shifter resistant handcuffs tightened their hold when she moved coupled with the still recovering cut that Taryn gave her, Thalia couldn't help but inhale a sharp breath because of the pain. However, she had no time to think about her pain, her pack seemed to have been attacked and their enemies had set fire to their pack's surroundings if she didn't get out of this basement she will be burned alive! 

Thalia didn't want to be burned alive, she didn't fancy such a gruesome death. No matter how torturous her days were, she didn't want to die, not yet. 

So, she licked her chapped lips and shouted " Help! Somebody Help please! I'm here !" her voice was hoarse because she haven't drunk water from noon. Her throat was parched and her voice wouldn't just come out, Thalia had to suffer a lot of pain as she shouted feeling as if her throat was tearing.

Just one chance, she wanted just one chance to live her life. 

Even though she knew that if she got caught there was a high chance that she would be killed before she could even show the slightest bit of resistance.  But Thalia wanted to try her luck even though she was cursed by the moon goddess and had an appearance that could scare everyone, she still wanted to try -and even if she died. At least her death would be free of agony, right?

-

" Look what I caught!" said Shayne as he sauntered in, dragging a dishevelled Taryn with her. Her impeccable dress was no longer clean, it was ruffled, creased up.  The latter struggled, trying to free herself from Shayne’s clutches however, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out of Shayne’s hold the latter had her hair knotted in his fist as he dragged her with him. 

“ Whatever, it is. It's fucking ugly” said Jake, swiping his blond hair “ we are here to catch that bastard Marcus, that little shit broke the alliance with us and betrayed us.  Not the right time to pick up girls, now is it?”

“ ain't picking up girls,” rolling his eyes Shayne as he flung Taryn on her knees in front of the man who was leaning on the leather chair, with one of his leg crossed over another.  The man didn't even open his eyes when Taryn landed in front of him as if asleep “  she is Marcus’s sister she must know where her brother ran to hide, say don't you ?”

Taryn flinched, as she trembled though she had no idea who and from where these wolves came, she knew they weren't easy to deal with, no wonder her brother ran with his tails between his legs. She shook her head and answered “ no, no - the attack happened so suddenly that I had no time to run to my brother’s side, I don't know anything”

“ Listen to her getting mouthy, “ said Jake as he nudged Taryn with his feet “ though I agree she doesn't know because she was too busy protecting this rather than escaping from our attack”

As he spoke he lifted up a flask which was filled with something red like blood. When he raised the flask, the liquid in it, sloshed and glittered ominously. 

“ Woah, will you  look at that,” said Shayne as he snatched the flask and grinned looking down at the crouching Taryn “ and here I thought that you are a werewolf, didn't peg you as a blood-sucking leech”

“ I - I'm a werewolf,” said Taryn though she didn't want to divulge the secret of Thalia’s blood, she didn't want to be mistaken as a Vampire. Werewolves and Vampires hate each other on a common basis, if these wolves took her as a vampire, they would kill her in a heartbeat. 

“Then what were you doing with this blood?” asked Jake looking a bit uncomfortable, it seemed as if he couldn't understand why a werewolf would want to collect blood.  

“ There is a well-known myth” finally the man who sat on the chair as he slowly opened his chocolate brown eyes filled with chilliness that didn't match with his unusually warm eyes “ that some seers are born with a gift of treating the injured with their blood if that myth is correct. Then this blood must belong to a seer right because other than that I don't see why a wolf would want to collect another wolves blood, isn't that right sweetheart?”

Taryn stiffened, as she dodged the man's scrutinizing gaze and looked away, she couldn't tell the truth or else this man will snatch Thalia away then what will happen to her? 

“ shit, a seer, yuck, those weird creatures that can see future?” gagged Shayne as he threw the flask back at Jake at once. His amber eyes filled with disdain as he wiped his hands on his pants “ if you knew why didn't you say it before Carter? I held the blood of a seer, yucky, double yuck”

Carter cocked a brow and stood up from his chair and took the flask from Jake, something flickered in his eyes but before anyone could catch it,  it vanished. He threw the flask at Jake, then unsheathed his claws and raised Taryn’s face with his sharp claw “ where is she?”