We set off at the crack of dawn whilst the rest of the pack were still sleeping, with only alpha Wayne and several of his bodyguards bidding us good luck at the gates. We had already guzzled down a breakfast so our energy was on full steam as we scurried through the forest toward Whitlock, hoping we didn’t have any rogue interferences so we could get to the blue mountains as quickly as possible. We were all glad that we actually knew where to look but sceptical at what we were going to find once we got there. If what Luke had told Violet was true, then we could get there and find nothing and no nightwolves.
Just as we were close to Whitlock, Leo suddenly changed direction and sped off to the left with us following just behind. He looked confident her knew where he was going, and I trusted him to lead the way. We were already puffing and panting after four hours of running without stopping once, when he finally stopped in his tracks and we all gasped for br
My body stirred but something felt different. It felt too cold, too hard for me to be laying in my bed. I tried to flutter my eyes open, but they were heavy and groggy, everything in my view was blurry and distorted. I tried to move my hands to wipe away the sleep from my eyes, when I suddenly felt the coldness of thick metal clasped against my wrists. My body jolted on alert and my eyes shot fully open as I tried to wrestle my hands out of the cuffs, now realising that my arms were held above my head and chained to the wall. What the fuck! I gasped in a whisper as I frantically looked around, trying to get a grasp on where the hell I was!. Once again I tried to wrangle my hands free, but everything inside me felt so weak and drained of energy. I could barely move my legs that were chained to the floor without gasping for air after. The concrete floor was cold and hard against my bottom and thighs, and the walls were old, bare a
I led on the stone floor after crying for so long, I had fallen asleep. I wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet, but I had to admit, my chance of getting out of here felt increasingly slim. I had tried to force my canines to extract so that I could sink them into my veins and suck the poison out, but no matter how much I willed them to grow, there was nothing. This poison was zapping too much of my energy and strength, I was so nauseated and groggy, and the room would constantly spin every time I moved.The bang of a heavy door in the distance stirred me from my hazy slumber, followed by the sounds of footsteps making their way closer to my prison. Then there he was…. Lurking outside the cell door with the only key to my freedom nestled between his fingers as he unclicked the padlock and opened the rusted door, rattling against it’s loose bolts. Hmm, a possible chance! I thought, wondering if I’d be strong enough to rip the door off it’s hinges. His face was almost a blur through my glaze
I stretched open my mouth, feeling the stiffness in my jaw as I blinked open my dry, sore eyes. I was still in the same position I had spent goodness only knows how long, but to me if felt like days… even weeks when I fell in and out of sleep. My stomach was tightening and contracting from my constant refusal to eat, shooting with pains of hunger. The skin on my lips were cracked and bloodied and the left side of my body felt almost numb from lying on it for so long. I knew I was of no use to help anyone in my state, but I couldn’t allow my wolf to be responsible for the deaths of thousands. Whitlock and Clemonte were only a touch away from complete annihilation and I could only hope that they had some sort of genius plan to defeat Zach and the nightwolves. Though from what Zach said, Clemonte were completely unaware, I could only imagine how unprepared they were going to be when they’re pack are completely wiped out.To my dismay, the cell door creaked open, and I croaked a wearisome
“This can’t be happening”. I wept to myself as I led across the cold hard floor. My body was shivering from the lack of nutrients and daylight. The poison was attacking my human cells and parts of my memory were already beginning to fade and mesh into one timeline. I couldn’t remember anything about the fire, just seeing the burning flames, I couldn’t remember my first day at the camp, and only snippets remained of when I first shifted. My two forms were a war, I’d suddenly feel an urge to attack, and I’d try to fight against it, which only left me even weaker and in tears.“This can’t be it!” I murmured to myself. My humanity was seizing to exist, but for now I could still feel the pain of what was happening to Leo, Izzy and Dante, and the overwhelming love I had for them, and even though it was agony, I held onto it. Clinging to my emotions would slow down the change, and I hoped it would be enough to still feel compassion and a sense of morality when it came to being used by Zach.
It was a slow few hours as blood dripped from my wrist and stained the ground, and even though I still felt hazy and weak, my mind felt clearer, and I could stand without my legs buckling. I tore a piece of my shirt and wrapped it around the wound, not being able to heal it myself, it was my only other option to stop an infection. I heard the banging of the outside door and I quickly led down and closed my eyes, pretending to still be in the same state Zach last saw me in, too frail to even open my eyes. I heard his footsteps and the sound of the cell door clanging. His footsteps moved closer, and I could feel him hovering over me. I let out a fake exhausted breath, but the voice I heard surprised me, and I peeped through my lashes to see who was in the cell with me. “You’re not so scary”. He chuckled, and it definitely wasn’t Zach. This man had a bald head, a fresh cut across his lip and half of his left
I felt incredibly uneasy all night as I tried to rest in the dug out fox hole, Zach had returned a few hours later to find I was gone. The constant thudding of feet running past, the shouting of demands to “fucking find her and drag the bitch back” echoed through the silence of the forest. I’d hear him growl loudly in frustration the longer time passed without any of his men being successful.Any time one of them ran past, I was so tempted to reach out, grab them by the ankles and pull them into the hole to kill them, but all night my body kept trembling and dazing in and out from the effects of the mushrooms and the poison attacking each other, and without the special herbs my grams used, the poison wouldn’t be completely erased from my body.My eyes suddenly shot open to the sounds of the birds chirping nearby and the daylight shining through the gaps of the brambles. I inhaled deeply, marvelling in the delight of how strong and fresh my lungs felt. I stretched my legs and they felt
I stayed in my wolf form as I went from room to room to find the others, but so far apart from a small dirty kitchen and mismatched beds in all the rooms, I hadn’t found anything that would lead me to the nightwolves, or my friends and Leo.I could feel my frustration and worry start to boil as I rushed through each room again, tearing and hauling things around in anger. I flung the beds across the rooms and tore through the kitchen, fear thumping in my heart that he hadn’t even kept them here, he only bought them on the days he wanted to taunt me… Did he have some other secret building he was holding them in? I wanted them in front of me right now! I wanted to get every person out of this dark, dank, disgusting place and out into the daylight and fresh air! They deserved their freedom today, the same freedom as I now had!I panted and growled, sniffing the floor for any of their scents, if they weren’t kept here, at least I know they had been here, and I might be able to track them.
The way I had pushed my wolf and myself today was exhilarating. To have gone from a weak, hopeless prisoner, spending her days lying on a dirty floor, to this!.... to who I really am! To be able to breathe in the crisp forest air that had a blissful aroma of blooming wildflowers and earthy mud that squelched beneath my worn down shoes. But so far, I had been the only one able to enjoy our newfound freedom.After getting everyone out of that wretched place, I had reluctantly gone back inside needing to find something to help me move everyone further away. To my shock and disgust, I found a stack of makeshift carts that they had obviously used to bring all the nightwolves here. There were patches of dried blood, claw marks and black fur stuck in between the gaps of the wood planks. I hated to use them again, to lay all their bodies onto the muck and crust, but it was the only way to move them all together.I had spent an entire night in my wolf form pulling them along with the attached