The Cellar

"There's nothing more brave than seeing a

candle struggling to stay alive in the wind"

His Flower's Point Of View

The soldiers cuffed the young, decent looking women who were found in the village which had been burned down along with the remaining corpses. I was sadly one of the unfortunate ones whose life wasn't claimed by death. Chains were wrapped around each of the girls' wrists, including mine. 

The horses trotted ahead of us, pulling at the chains that were already burning into our sore skin. My eyes desperately tried to find the familiar pair of hazel eyes which brought me so much comfort. 

"Move", a stern voice came from behind me. The same man who had caught me and my sister pushed me roughly, causing my small frame to stumble a little. 

A surge of anger made me want to look back at him and scream to his face how much of a pain in the butt he was being and that it was not easy to walk with shackles and barefoot on rocks and dirt. 

The whole trip lasted a day. There were almost no stop breaks and ,if there were any, they were about five minutes every four hours. A few drops of water were given to us, but no more than that. 

My mouth was dry along with my throat. My feet probably had blisters and my wrists were numb with pain. I was sure I wasn't the only one feeling like dying. Other girls around me looked just as bad as I felt, or worse. 

Huge walls came to view along with a gate, the one being guarded. This must be the castle...where the Alpha King resides. Fear rushed through my body as I silently started to involuntarily shake. 

The werewolf males who had captured us lead us into a big, dark room filled with beds. That was the only good thing, though. The walls were moldy and you could hear the sound of water dripping into the dirty concrete floors. The lights were dim and you couldn't really see properly. No windows were within sight. 

The guards roughly pushed the young, scared girls into a room that looked like a cellar. The sun was just at its setting point. Cold breeze making itself known as some of the girls shivered. 

My first instinct was to look for Lana. Everyone was trying to find their loved ones, or just hide away in a bed and drown themselves in their own tears. 

"Lana?" My voice sounded foreign. It was scratchy and low; a great difference from my soft and smooth one. 

My ears tried to focus on the slightest sound that came from my sister, but I heard nothing. It was really impossible for me to identify any sort of small noise. The room was crowded with historical girls running from side to side. It made me wonder if she was okay. Had they hurt her? Maybe even left her back at the ruined village to burn with it? Tears welled up in my eyes. 

It was just then that fragile hands wrapped around my waist, spinning me around to be met with the hazel eyes I desperately searched for. 

"Rosie?" Her voice sounded hopeful, though exhausted. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were tear stained. I nodded with a weak smile and hugged her tightly. 

Lana started sobbing into my shoulder as her hands caressed my hair frantically. "My little sister", she kept whispering into my ear. When we parted from our embrace, that's when I saw some details I hadn't noticed at first. Her chestnut hair was all over the place and her complexion looked paler. 

"What are we gonna do now, Lana?" I whispered through my tears. She looked at me with a worried and sad look. "We'll stick together", she replied. My sister looked determined to accomplish that task. I simply nodded, believing she would do anything she could to save us both, and hugged her again. 

***

Two days had passed and no one had come to check on the girls. All of them tried to make themselves comfortable, but it just wasn't possible. 

Howls would be heard every night, keeping them awake with fear and dread. No one would come get them, but no one would come help them either. Some of the girls had tried to escape but were already too weak to accomplish anything. Very few still tried, but most of them had given up. 

My eyes snapped open and narrowed on the door. Its lock being tampered with from the other side. Some girls next to me started silently crying while others prepared themselves for a fight. Who was I to fight? I was just another weakling. 

The wooden door opened to reveal two tall men. The power emitting from them was enough to have every girl in the room bowing their heads in submission. My instincts urged me to do the same, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. 

My father had taught me and my sister to never submit to anyone. That we weren't inferior to any other human or shifter. Even when mother had taught us the opposite, we never agreed with her. 

She had always been one to obey. Never really had freedom. I didn't want to end like that. From beside me, Lana was standing protectively close. 

The two men had striking features that would attract me on any other occasion. The tallest one had a dark aura. His hair was an unnatural auburn color. Beautiful gray, stormy eyes roamed around the room. 

He was searching for someone. His eyes hadn't even been searching for two seconds before they focused solely on me, making me resist the urge to shrink back and hide from his predatory eyes that had just spotted his prey. A sly smirk that curved on his lips making me shudder. 

My sister nudged me to bow my head in respect like every other girl was doing. I had been too caught up on looking at him that I forgot to do so. I bowed my head slightly, still keeping my eyes glued to the male who was looking at me intently as if he was ready to eat me in one go. 

His smirk widened a little bit, a dark look settling in his eyes for a second before it vanished and his eyes turned emotionless. He then abruptly turned to who I assumed was a guard. 

I let out a small breath I was unknowingly holding and noticed my tense posture. My heart beat accelerated in my chest as millions of scenarios occurred in my head. None of them ended with me alive.

oh dear...