It had been a week since Elstan had came. There wasn't much of a way to tell time in my cell but I heard a door opening somewhere and exchange of voices every eight hours. I figured it was guards changing posts. Plus once the sun went down I could feel Zariah getting stronger like she always did at night. It wasn't the best way to tell time but it was all I had. I hurt and ached everywhere from hunger and from the lack of being able to run around like I was used to. I had paced this cell so frequently since I had been locked up that I had worn out the socks I had been wearing. They were so full of holes that they did nothing to keep my feet warm.
I had barely slept the entire time I had been here. Every time I felt like I was able to finally relax enough to sleep something woke me up. I just didn't know what. I could feel myself getting weaker every day and it drove me mad. I felt like I was about to loose what little sanity I clung to at an
I was startled out of my sleep by the sound of my cell opening. I was so groggy I couldn't even turn towards the door to see what was going on. About an hour or so after Elstan had left last night one of the guards, whom I didn't even recognize, had brought me some clean clothes that were way too big on me and some food. It had felt so good to eat again. A part of me believed my grogginess was due to finally having a full stomach after a week but even Zariah was quiet which was unusual. That alone made me believe that there may have been something in the food. It wasn't unusual to put stuff in prisoners food, mostly to suppress their wolf or make them weaker so that they couldn't escape. My father had used this tactic and pretty much every alpha before him as far as we had known had done it as well. I had been against it at first but after a break out incident shortly after I became alpha I had changed my mind. I tried not to think abou
"Would you relax" Amelia said sitting on my bed watching me pace back and forth. I looked over at her and smiled. Even in just in pjs I thought my best friend was truly beautiful. I was glad she was here with me. I couldn't shake the thought that Elstan should have been the one sitting there. "Sorry I'm just so nervous." I said sitting next to her. We were wearing matching pjs just like we always did when she spent the night. Though since she turned eighteen three months ago and found her mate we hadn't really hung out much outside of school. It hadn't really bothered me much at that point because I had still been dating Elstan. Now I was alone though. He had broken up with me a week ago. Amelia had done the best she could to be there for me. This was the first time we had any alone time together though. "I understand. It's almost midnight, almost your eighteenth birthday. I remember when I met Yevette
I was left on that bed of spikes for what felt like an eternity but I no real way to tell how long I had been here. At first I thought this had been a mild torture but after a while I realized it really wasn't. After the fifth or maybe sixth hour of laying here that's when I really began to feel the spikes. My wounds could not heal and the fact I was drugged up and couldn't feel Zariah didn't help me any. The creaking of the door and a gasp made me feel like I probably looked worse then I thought I did. I heard brisk foot steps and felt hands quickl loosening the restraints and gently lifting me off the bed. I was quickly laid on the cool floor and rolled onto my side before I could even see who my rescuer was. I could hear running water behind me but I was too tired to look. "Kaydence I'm sorry this is going to hurt." I felt a warm,wet cloth on my back and it stinged so bad. I didn't scream though and tried my hard
I was still groggy and half asleep when I was abruptly woken. I was barely aware of Evans voice as he pleaded with me for something. I just couldn't tell what. I suddenly felt cold after hearing his voice for several minuets, perhaps longer. Before I could register why I was so cold I felt a sharp prick in my arm and then I was being dragged against something hard and cold. It was most likely the floor. I heard a squeaking sound of a heavy metal door with most likely fairly old and rusted hinges and then a bang of the same door as I was dragged out into the fairly hot day. The feeling of the sun on my skin finally oriented me to the current moment. I was being dragged by Elstan towards the woods. The wounds in my back became painfully aware of what was going on and I feel blood seeping from them. Evan walked behind Elstan holding rope and some other things and looked sad for me. He said nothing though when I made eye contact with him. I felt
"Come on Kaydence you can do it. Stop unnecessarily squirming and remember what I taught you." I took a deep breath and focused on the ropes. I focused on where I felt each knot and tried to reach for one of the ones I was sure would give me slightly more mobility. It was hard when I was tied to a pillar and I wasn't allowed to use my wolf strength. I was never allowed to use my full strength for this training. My father always insisted that it was because if I got captured chances are I would be injected with something to prevent me from turning or using my full strength. I think he just enjoyed making me go through these mental exercises. These ropes were tighter then any of the ones he'd ever had me tied up with before and there was significantly more than normal too. I guess this was the most he could do. After all we had been doing training like this since I was five. At nineteen though I can honestly say I missed those easy knots
"Hey wake up. Elstan gave everyone on patrol duty orders to make sure you don't sleep." I opened my eyes slowly to see Bran, one of the warriors significantly older than me, standing in front of me. "Any chance you have some water on you?" I asked. Brans eyes softened and nodded. "Yeah hold on. Kay I'm sorry you're in this position. If I could help you know I would." I smiled at him. He had always been kind to me. He was only a couple years younger then my parents and had been friends with my mom. "It's fine Bran it's no ones fault but my own. I should of allowed my father to banish him from the pack after I rejected him. I couldn't do it though. I didn't want to cause his family any pain because it's not their fault their son is an ass hole." He grinned while twisting the top off of a water bottle. He brought it to my lips and allowed me to drink slowly. After a few minuets he pulled it away fr
The second day passed pretty uneventfully. Every now and then I would see a warrior or two pass by but very few paid any attention to me other than to check if my ropes were still tied under Elstans orders. I wasn't surprised really. I knew I could escape these ropes if I had more strength but unfortunately that didn't seemi to be happening any time soon. Occasionally a warrior on patrol who pitied me enough would give me some water or let me nibble on something. Never much because they knew, hell we all knew that if Elstan found out they would pay for it. I stayed quiet unless I was directly talked to. I had devised a plan to be on my best behavior just until Elstans Alpha ceremony. I would make them think I had submitted and would blindly obey him just until then. Then right at the start of the ceremony I would run as fast as I could and as far as I could so that hopefully by the time him and his mate established the pack link I would
I woke to Amelia snoring very loudly in my ear. I opened one of my eyes in a squint to see my best friends face much closer to me then I would of preferred but I resisted the urge to laugh. I felt a surge of energy shoot through me and smiled. I guess I was too excited to go back to sleep anyways. I rolled over towards my alarm clock and inwardly groaned. Granted I had gotten my normal eight hours of sleep a part of me wished I had slept a little longer. I gently slid out of my bed so as not to wake Amelia and slipped on my slippers. I wonder what was for breakfast. I knew that was stupid of me to think. Every year for my birthday was the same thing. French toast, bacon, strawberries, sausage and pineapple. It had been that way since I was a child because that was what I had asked for. French toast was my absolute favorite and of course I loved bacon and sausage I was a wolf after all. The strawberries and pineapple were because they ar