Chapter Six

Kara's POV.

Dark rings of light meet with my sight as I awaken to consciousness. I feel weak and hungry, and it feels as though I have been dead for days but have now been revived.

My hands rub my forehead, swiping away beads of sweat as I sit up on a mattress placed directly on a wooden floor that creaks with my sharp frenzy movement.

Where am I? Quickly, as I asked the question, I surveyed my brain, aiming for wherever the answer could be. The last thing I remembered was running away from Chris and planning on killing myself. I can still recall the beating of the air against my face, its deathly demeanor, and the free fall of gravity against my rigid body. And lastly, the fear that pumps poisonous blood throughout my veins.

My wolf wasn't happy with me either, and till now, I assume that's why she isn't out, trying to help me make sense of this place.

I am in a dark room, dimly lit with a few candles that may soon burn out, and the space is stuck with such furniture. I'm sure it isn't a permanent bedroom of someone's.

There's a feeling of instability as well, telling me that I am probably not on land, but I didn't want to accept that reality. Maybe I am dead and being transported to a place where wolves get judged.

Yeah, I can be very crazy with my imagination. Those are human things, aren't they?

My train of thoughts crashed off of its lane when a door snapped open, slapping against the wall opposite from it. The effect has gotten me shaken up; my chest hastily arose, fearful of what's to come, until I saw a man standing at the threshold. A man that I do not recognize.

"You're awake." He speaks in a playful tone.

My eyes squint at him, not trusting that smile that looks too genuine to be true, not certain if he's good to me or bad, but overall, something tells me to beware of him. He looks very calm and collected, assuredly not scared that I could be a threat.

"Who are you?" Instinctively, I asked. Inwardly, I am battling with my wolf's subconscious to let her out. I need her help with scrutinizing this man intricately, but she's decided to leave me on this unknown path alone.

"I am a person who's saved your life from being wasted when it didn't want to be. I saved you from your suicidal action." He answers with yet another calmness and comes to sit on a fancy stool.

His eyes met with mine, and for some reasons, I had to lower my gaze. He carries a sort of powerful aura around him, subjecting me to seeing myself beneath him. He is a strong wolf, although not an Alpha, but he carries a strength that I cannot fathom, even just an assumption of what it could be.

It is probably because I don't relate to society much; perhaps that is why such a wolf as his scares me.

"And where is this?" My voice didn't sound as authoritative as I had wanted.

A chuckle escapes his thick-voiced chest, rumbling into my ears before his tone slightly changes to one that tells me he is the type who orders. "You have been doing the questions."

We have only asked one question: says my wolf all of a sudden. Internally, I am joyful that she came out at this time.

"Keep your wolf silent. I don't want her interrupting." When he says that, I am immediately alarmed. He is indeed a powerful wolf. Maybe a beta or an alpha who's good at disguising himself. Only those categories can read the minds of other wolves.

Stunned, he resumed speaking. "I shall like to do the questioning now. Why has a girl like you wanted to kill herself?"

Firstly, I am annoyed at the fact that he thinks he can control me. And secondly, I do not want to answer him. I am a girl who cannot go back home. I have not got someone out there, not even a person, who cares about whatever happens to me, so there is indeed no reason why I should even reply to him.

Perhaps when I have annoyed him enough, he will kill me off. I've been punished so far in my life by Chris, my stepfather, that I reject continuing to be abused by another man.

A realization dawned on me suddenly, causing my eyes to widen. "Are you sent by my stepfather, Chris? Is he here? Have I been sold to you?" My eyes are piercing as I stare at him.

"Hm. I see we have started off in a bad spot. I shall like to change that." His hand spread out towards the door, and instantly, the door opened, but this time sensibly. A lady walks in, looking absolutely innocent and fretful.

Her hands shake with the tray she carries inside as her head is bowed as well.

"Lord Xander, I have brought it as you've asked." Her voice is almost a whipser, her head remaining focused earthward. The whole situation kept me frowning, still in a state of pure bewilderment. By the way, I haven't heard of his title before, again, because of my banishment from society.

"Please drop it for our guest." As assumed, the girl brings the tray to me. It contains bacon and eggs, with a cup of tea at the side. My brows arose at the girl who gave me a facial signal to collect the tray from her.

For some reason, I felt she was probably in the same situation that I was in and collected it, placing it on the bed. Then, I shift to the very edge on the other side, showing that I do not want the breakfast, but inwardly, I am dying to have that dish, as I am entirely famished.

"You do know that I can read your mind, but that aside, anyone with an eye could tell that you're famished. Little fire, eat."

I am about to give him a piece of my mind, which obviously will lead to him killing me if he's got ego, but the door snaps open again, and this time, it's a werewolf. He walks in such a soldiery gait, his eyes locked at the stranger, called Lord Xander.

"Sire, we are being attacked. You're needed in the dork." Says the guard.

Lord Xander nods his head and stands up instantly. "I want our next conversation to be better, little fire. While you wouldn't tell me your identity, I will tell you mine. I am Xander, stepbrother to the Lycan king of the Western Bridge Pack. That alone must give you a heads-up." With a smile that could cause anyone's peril, he walks out of the room, and just before he'd leave me alone with just the girl, he orders, "Keep her company, Liliana."

***

I remain on the bed, seated upright with one of my legs tucked towards my arse. I have been staring at the door for the past five minutes, not knowing how to react to this situation.

I think I have been sold to that man, and his name and title, Xander, stepbrother to the Western Bridge Pack, ring a strong bell.

I have heard of the myth behind the Western Bridge Pack, and it's nothing nice at all. They say they are the most feared pack in the world, known across the globe for their ravaging dynasties and cold-hearted nature. They are vile and said to be evil-doers. There is naturally nothing about them that, from what I have heard, calms my nerves at all.

All of a sudden, recalling that I am not the only one in the room, in a hurried manner, I slide to the edge of the bed.

"Psst. Hey!" Whisperingly, I aim at her. She is good with being invincible in the room, easily having made me almost forget she wasn't in existence a few minutes ago.

"Yes, miss." She speaks with a trembling voice, which makes me frown even deeper. Is there a time she isn't scared?

Her demeanor reminds me of one that used to be mine with my stepfather.

An emotion of unknown magnitude reels over my body, causing me to grab the girl by her arms and make her look into my eyes. "I am Kara, Liliana."

She nods with speed, her breathing hitched. "And trust me, I'm not the one who wants to be scared around. I am just like you, and I understand very well how you feel right now. I have been, and possibly I'm still in the same situation, but please tell me, Where is this?"

She nods her head at my words before she finally spills, "We are on a ship, being driven to the Western Bridge territory."

She reveals the dark truth to me, which makes me gasp.

"What the fuck? How's that possible?" My question isn't exactly directed at her.

She swallows a lump before she speaks again. "My best guess is that you are now owned by the greatest werewolf nation ever. I'm sorry. You're stuck here, just like I am."

The announcement of her news isn't just the start of the rumble of my ruin, but the heavy quake that got released right after an explosion. I head to the side of the wall made out of wood and ask her. "What the fuck is happening outside?"

"It's our people, the Northern Capital Pack. They are waging war against the Western Bridge Pack. They know they have us." When she finishes saying that, I am left stunned.

"Since when does the Northern Capital Pack, my pack, care about us, Omegas?" My surprise is absolutely evident.