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Chapter 8

Gunther the rogue POV

I don’t know how long I’ve been in this cell; the guards call them chambers. If it was a chamber, it would have a bed in here, but all I've been doing is sleeping in this stupid chair. I've been fed bread and water to keep me alive, and these chains are burning my hands and feet. I've been trying to link with the people I've been working with, but nothing gets through. I think they have blocked my links since I’ve been captive. When the door finally opened, I was hoping I could see if it was day or night, but I saw nothing but stairs. This sucks. I don’t even know how I got in here; I noticed it was the king and his little friend. If my hands were free, I would have shifted and killed both of them. I made a mistake by growling at them. The tallest man punched me in my nose, breaking it. Damn, that hurt. I couldn’t even put it back in its place because my hands were chained to this chair, so I knew it would look crooked when it healed. He started asking me questions, questions I did not want to answer, so I fed him a bunch of bullcrap. I didn’t lie when I told them my parents were dead, but I did lie about a few other things. He caught on to my lies quickly. When he did, he broke my kneecap. That hurt like a mother. I screamed out in pain when I felt the bones breaking in pieces. I knew it would heal, but as they shot me up with silver to burn my insides. They only gave me enough so I could feel it burn, but not to kill me. When I told him the half-truth, he saw through that as well. He broke my other kneecap with me, screaming my lungs out. He wanted me hanging from my hands with no food or water for four days, with twenty-five lashes every other day. I started screaming at them when they walked out the door, “YOU MOTHERF******, I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!!! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!!” I knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do to threaten the king, but the motherf****** not only broke my nose and jaw, he broke both my kneecaps with a f****** hammer for crying out loud. And he thought I wouldn’t say or do anything; just you wait, you son of a b****, I’ll get you and your whole f****** kingdom.

Kayla's POV

I was outside training with my parents. Dad was showing Mom how to shoot a gun the right way so she won’t shoot her foot off. I was on the mat training with one of the recruits; her name was Susy. She wanted to learn how to fight, so she came to me yesterday, saying it was just in case anything happens. She wanted to help protect the pack. I really didn’t think of this as a pack; it was my home, my family. This whole pack was my family, even though my grandparents didn't have all these people. But they sure had enough kids, and their kids had kids. But some don’t even live here anymore. They do come for dinner once a week; it's a must. You must be on your deathbed not to come for dinner with the family. 

Susy had short brown hair, she’s about 6.2 with hazel green eyes. She was wearing workout shorts with a shirt on, and she was already sweating. She's not used to training. When I flipped her over for the fifth time, she called for a time out. “Listen, Susy, I think you need to start training with the warriors; they will teach you a lot more than I can.” I mind-linked Pam. A few seconds later, she came running over.

“Pam, this is Susy. She wants to learn how to help protect the pack family. I told her she needed to train with the rest of the group and that you can’t teach her. I will, but I think it's best that she starts with you first. That way, she can learn how to block and hit back quickly.”

“Well, Susy, if that's what you want to do, I think you need to come meet the rest of the recruits. I will introduce you to the rest of the group, and once I feel that you are ready, you will be able to train with Kayla.” I somehow knew that Susy didn’t want to do that, but it's the only way. How else is she going to learn anything? I knew I could teach her so much. But I honestly feel that Pam needed to teach her more than she can come to me, and I can help her with the things Pam or the others couldn’t. But I promise you, Pam will teach her everything she needs to know, plus more. I had a feeling that Susy was going to be one of the best warriors out there. Let's just hope she knows how to follow directions. 

It was finally time to head inside so I could shower and relax. Mom and dad were under a tree talking, so I decided to leave them be. I ran inside to shower, dry off, and as always put on my sweatpants and hoodie. I grabbed my book and then started to read. This book talks about the old lycans and how they fight. I practiced some of their moves; it was pretty hard, but I am a fast learner. You can say I love to read; I have tons of books in my room. Dad had to put bookshelves in my room so I have a place to put them. Sometimes I go into town to the werewolf bookstore and buy some books. We have a huge library at home, but I've already read all those books. So I go and buy more and put them in my room so I can read them anytime I want. I know I read all about lycans all the time. 

My grandfather, Mercury, has a lycan and a wolf. I even saw them. Now that my lycan has surfaced, I want to know all about them. “Shit, I forgot to tell my parents.”

“My dear Kayla, you should tell them right away. I have a feeling something big is going to happen soon, and we might find our mate before we even shift.”

“Just because I'm turning twenty-one doesn't mean I want a mate right now.”

“You will learn the moon goddess has reasons for everything, Kayla,” I said, rolling my eyes as I got out of bed, hoping that they were in the living room. I knew I needed to let them know; maybe they could even tell, but who knows? Just my luck, they were in the living room, cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie on the large screen.

“Hey mom, dad, I have something to tell you, and it's really important.” They looked at each other, then back at me. Dad got the clicker off the arm of the couch, turning the TV off so I could have his full attention.

“What is it, honey? Is there something wrong?” I shook my head no, then took a deep breath and told both of them.

“My lycan surfaced a few days ago. She told me I won't hear from my wolf until my birthday. Her name is Sky, and I don’t know my wolf's name yet, but I have both. I meant to tell you a few days ago, but we've been busy with other things.” My mother jumped off the couch, giving me a huge hug. “Oh honey, I am so happy for you, sweetheart. We were wondering when she would surface, but I'm glad the lycan did first,” she hugged me even tighter.

“Mom, I can’t breathe,” I said as she laughed and let go of me. “I’m sorry, honey, sometimes I forget my own strength.” Many years ago, my mother told me how she became a werewolf. She didn't want to be until she knew she needed to help, so my father bit her, and some of his blood went into her body. She was in a coma state for a few days. When she came out of it, she was a werewolf. There was a lot more, but it would take me all day to explain. My father finally stood up, hugging me but not as tight as mom did.

“I am proud of you, Kayla, for letting us know. I knew there was something different about you. You seemed stronger. Then, when you got hurt the other day, you healed faster than you had been. I knew something was up. I was just waiting for you to tell us. Go and get some rest. Tomorrow is another day. We train, and then nighttime comes; we go on a collection. So get plenty of rest, okay?”

“Yes, dad,” I said, hugging them both, glad that they weren't mad at me because I didn't tell them right away.