I didn’t know what kind of game this man was playing, but I didn’t dare to believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. He says he wants to help me, that was the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. If that was the case, why have these minion army type people surround me, with loaded guns pointed in my direction? Why kidnap me and dose me with whatever the hell Inferno is? Why keep me chained up in such a tightly sealed room? Then it made sense. He was scared of me.“Did you hear what I said?” He asked, breaking through my thoughts, ignoring the blank stare I had on my face, as I looked in his direction. “I want to help you.” I didn’t want to hear his lies. I’m sure my disbelief in him and his words showed in my facial expression and that was why he let out a disappointing sigh. He stood up, his back facing me. “You’re probably st
I have never put my trust into someone I didn’t know. Not saying that was what I was doing with the man in front of me, but I wondered if I played along, how long I would be here before he let me go. If he let me go. I had eventually put on his coat to hide my naked body. Shifting was like being reborn. There would be pieces of skin that had rolled up into small balls here and there. There was also a light pink fluid that I discovered was blood. I was completely bare. I had once seen a television show that showed what birth was like. This is what a baby looks like, but instead of the small limbs and baby face, I was an adult. I crossed my legs and arms, sitting in the chair that I was before, staring at him. My kidnapper stared back at me, as if he were waiting for me to tell him where and how to begin. It made me think he was not the man in charge, like he was waiting for directions. He stood over me, long arms resting on his side. “You can call me Will.” That’s how he started, jus
What’s behind the door? That was one of the millions of questions I had in the back of my head. When I tried to escape, of course I thought about it, but I also told myself what was out there was better than what was in here. At that time, I thought my life was in danger. Now, I wasn’t too sure.Will had led me to the door. He didn’t hesitate to reach out and turn the handle. There was no shock. He didn’t go flying backwards with burning skin. He was fine. It made me question if there were cameras or mics in the room, or if he had something on him that controlled the electricity that hummed through the bright lights and handle. I wondered if freedom awaited me. He stepped out first. I was right behind him, afraid that this was another trick and maybe I’d be left behind. I looked over his broad shoulders, trying to get a glance of the view ahead of us. I was followed by d
For someone who was ashamed of the amount of men that I had murdered, I sure didn’t look like I regretted it. I stood over Will, feeling the slow and steady pulse of his heart beat against my hand, these slightly long dark nails digging into the skin. I felt a heat coming from my body, and though I was sure this was something that I didn’t want to do, I knew that I wouldn’t hesitate. His dark eyes watched my face, and I stared back at him, hoping to see a hint of fear. There was none. The speed in which his heart was beating confirmed as well. “Aren’t you scared?” I asked, remembering the faces of those who didn’t make it out of this position alive. They never got to really feel the threat, as I usually ripped on their vocal chords and whateve
I was disappointed in myself. How could I have spent so many days, starving, waiting for a meal like this to be placed in front of me, only to eat a third of it. My stomach had trained itself to be happy with smaller portions, shrinking in size. I was full in a matter of minutes. I ignored the hard stares that Will gave me, not bothering to keep the conversation going as I ate.“How was it?” He asked, once I set the fork down on the plain china. I gave a nod, indicating that I was satisfied. “Our kitchen serves some of the best food I’ve ever tasted.” I blinked, analyzing his words. At this point, I understood that I was under a microscope. I was being watched. Someone was trying their best to understand me as a human and as a shifter. What I didn’t know was what they were going to do with that information, and how I’d be treated after they got what they want
I felt like I was being walked to my death. I had done everything in my power to prevent this union, which undoubtedly wasn’t very much. My words fell on deaf ears, my actions viewed as acting out. I couldn’t fathom that I was nothing but a pawn to end the threats of war between the magics and the mortals. Everything happened so quickly. The whispers that Henry Zyte, the only child and son to carry the Zyte name, had fallen ill, took over The Grove. Everyone was speaking on it. At first we offered our condolences to Father and Mother Zyte, offered services for upkeep of their home, and personal care for Henry and his mother. Even offered our men to search for an Inini Man, as he was more likely to find a natural cure. They searched from sunrise to sunset, leaving their people for days at a time. When they did return, it was nothing but disappointment spewing from their lips. Father Zyte begged the coven leaders for magic healing. He fell to his knees and bowed to us all like we wer
Sunlight welcomes me, streaming in from the panoramic and skylight windows, bringing brightness to a very large and open room. The ceiling is high, and tall book shelves are placed on any available wall space, every spot filled with books, small and large, looking a combination of new and old. There are gold trimmings around the windows and large dark wooden doors just opposite of the long corridor across from us. Tables with tan colored lamps made of glass are set up throughout. The tile beneath my feet matches in cream color, and seems to shine as the light reflects off of it. It was gorgeous. I was afraid to speak, just knowing my voice would carry in such an empty yet beautiful room. This was definitely different from the rooms below us. I never would have thought a room like this would be the next thing I’d be shown, or even existed. In the world I came from, this is something I’d only see on TV. “What is this….?” “What?” Will asked, flashing a smile, still holding the door o
I said the room was bright before, hell, this person was bright. Her eyes were big and brown and full of happiness, Her nose was small and pointed perfectly, her lips formed a triangle, and showed white straight teeth. She grinned, her smile seeming to take up more than half her face. She was thin in all the right places, had long thick light brown hair that she had pinned over her shoulder. She wore a black frilly dress and pearls.Ugh, I was disgusted.This was the person in charge?“I can’t believe it. It’s really you.” She speaks softly, but her voice has a screech that seemed to be louder than the ugly black pointed heels she wore.I blinked slowly.This is the person