Jeremy's POV:
I became frantic, watching Olivera heave in and out, slowly but loudly, shaking violently as she held my arms for support.
"Where are your drugs?" I asked, tapping her pockets frenziedly.
But she couldn't say anything, she was slipping into an unconscious state, and it was driving me crazy. This wasn't good at all for our stay here.
I looked up ahead, the man was still walking, not aware that the people he was leading to God-knows-where weren't behind him.
"Vera, do you want me dead?" I asked, trying to implore a tactic which had just popped up in my head. It might be seen as emotional blackmail; but I didn't care at this point. I just wanted her back to her normal self.
But it didn't work. She was still shaking.
"Hey!"
I heard the man call, and soughed. We were really in trouble. I thought, holding her tightly while slipping slowly to the floor; expecting and ready for the worse.
"What's going on? What's wrong with her?" He asked, as he drew closer to us, staring at the shaking Olivera with skeptical eyes.
"She experiences seizures sometimes. And I can't find her drugs." I replied, hoping that he wouldn't be as vile and wicked as the man from last night, who had beat me up mercilessly for something I knew nothing of.
He had also touched Olivera. I was sure of it. She just didn't want to tell me. But I would get the truth, soon. She had to get up from this first.
"Drugs? Is she human?" The man questioned, bewildered totally by my statement.
"Not really. She is wolfless." I muttered, knowing he would still hear me.
"Wolfless? And still has seizures? Very unfortunate." He muttered, staring at Vera pitifully, whose shaking has decreased a little.
And I couldn't agree less. I didn't understand why she could be befallen with two no-good dates. The moon goddess knows better, or so they say. Since my parents died strangely, I've been aloof on the whole moon goddess stuff.
Not seeing my mate yet, wasn't aiding the issue either. But at least, I had Olivera. And I wish there was a way to stop her seizures completely.
She had told me at my first sight of it, that she had been experiencing it since she turned ten, for no reasons. Her parents did all they could to treat it, but to no avail. And then at 18, it was discovered that she was wolfless.
I knew her parents, although they still cared for her a bit, still see her as a burden or a mistake, even though she came first, before her younger sister, Lisa.
"What were you guys doing then, on our grounds?" The man asked, interrupting my thoughts, peering at me, like he could see through my entire being.
"We were trying to escape. Our pack was being attacked. We didn't know we were on your grounds. We were just running." I replied.
"What's the name of your pack?" He asked, and I became mute.
We were actually rogues, us and some fifty others. We had escaped from my uncle's pack because of his wicked reign. We had run into some area in the forest, settling there, trying to figure our next move. We had agreed to move into the city, to live among the humans, before we were attacked by our previous pack.
I'm sure of it now, since the man who's leading us to somewhere, seems sincerely intrigued and suprised by our story.
"You're a rogue?" He asked, thinning his eyes in scrutiny.
"Yeah, we left our pack." I answered, casting a furtive glance at Olivera. Her seizures were stopping now. I was grateful for that, but we still needed the drugs.
"Which pack?" He asked.
"Red Moon Pack." I stated, staring at him, and sighing when I sensed that he knew the pack I was talking about.
"I see." He muttered, and I knew he did see.
I don't think there was a pack that hadn't heard of my previous pack. Our Alpha's wickedness went far and wide.
"I can't promise a better stay here still." He added, before turning to walk off; causing my fears to resurface.
What did he mean by his statement?
" Wait!" I called, still sprawled on the floor with Vera's weight totally on me. She would be waking anytime soon, from now. So I needed to get the answer to this question, in her absence. I didn't want a repeat of her seizures again, if the answer turned out to be correlative.
"Yes." He replied, turning back to face me.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Your pack.. what's the name?" I asked, praying that it would turn out to be some pack I've heard nothing of. It would be better than being in the Dark shadows Pack.
"I think you know already." The man replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"I don't." I stated monotonely, keeping a bland face so that he couldn't read off my facial expression.
"The Dark Shadows Pack." He replied, turning away. "When your friend gets up, follow the narrow straight path till you get to an open field. You would see me and the others when you arrive." He added, before walking off.
"Did I hear that right?"
I heard Olivera mutter fearfully, and soughed. She had been awake for a while.
"Olivera.." I called, in a placating tone, not wanting to set her off again. We had to get going. Although the strange man had been kind enough to let us stay back for a while, I wouldn't want to prey on that. Who knows what might happen then?
"We are going to die." She muttered, as she scratched an itchy spot on her jet black hair which laid on my lap.
"No, we are not." I said, in a fake brave tone. I was scared myself. I've heard stories about the pack and its ruthless Alpha; more ruthless than my uncle. And I know she had heard them too; the reason why her seizures had started. But I have to be brave for the both of us.
"We have to be going." I added, looking ahead at the narrow path, wondering how long we had to walk on it before getting to the field.
"Yeah, I heard." She replied, raising her head up from my lap.
"Okay." I said, before standing up from the grassy ground.
Stretching out my right hand toward her, I beckoned on her with my eyes, to place her hand in mine, so that I could help her up; and she dutifully complied.
"Do you think we will live past a week?" She asked, as we trudged down the path.
"Yes, we will." I answered, not even for a second, believing my own words.
Author's POV:The sun was totally out in its full capacity, shining like it was warring against the city and its inhabitants when Olivera and her best friend, Jeremy, walked tiredly into an open field filled with a large amount of bricks and sand, and of course, labourers."I'm thirsty." Olivera muttered, wiping off bead of sweats from her forehead. She could also feel a pool of sweat at her armpit and chest region. She needed water, to drink and to swim. She needed to cool off."We will find water soon, perhaps from the man." Jeremy replied, swallowing his spittle to quench a growing thirst. He hadn't even be sure of his words. He just wanted to make her hopeful. A hopeless Olivera was not needed now."Okay. What are they doing?" She asked, referring to the labourers working their strength out in the field."Seems they are building something." Jeremy noted, citing the throng of
Olivera's POV: I soughed for the umpteenth time as I trailed behind the strange man tiredly. Are we really going to another part of the earth? I thought, feeling very jaded from all the walk. I was sure we have been walking for three hours. I knew it's a total exaggeration, but c'mon it felt like ages, and I was very thirsty. "Stop whining. We would soon be there." The man said suddenly, startling me to a halt. Does he read minds? I questioned myself, staring at the back of the man's head like I could see through it. He was still walking, not turning back even for a second. "Be fast. The earlier, the better." He added, still walking, looking straight ahead. I shrugged off the creepiness, and followed him, deciding to ask him some questions. He had been quite lenient with me; and I didn't think it would hurt to prey on that. "Hello...I don’t know your name. could you tell me?" I asked, gathering strength from an unknown reserve to keep up the walk. I was sure he wouldn't carry me
Olivera's POV:It was a smaller field, than the one Jeremy was working at, and as I walked behind Leonard, I wondered what my work here would be.We walked for a couple of more minutes across the field till we came upon girls in the same funny attire in a very large opening in the field, numbering not less than thirty, wheezing around, involved in one activity or the other, ranging from washing to cooking to threshing, and they all acted like we weren't there, like we were invisible.I was already uncomfortable with the atmosphere, sensing a brewing trouble."This is simpler than Jeremy's work, but still tasking." Leonard said, interrupting my thoughts." Yeah." I muttered."But why are there so many clothes?" I asked, noticing the large heaps of clothes which I was sure was dirty, standing by the corner of a girl, who couldn't be more than 17 years of age.Was she going to wash all that? I thought, still waiting for an answer from my captor."Clothes of pack members. I think I should
Author’s POV:Olivera walked behind the woman steadily, her head and chin up high, depicting a confidence she was sure that she didn’t have, while her eyes darted all around the field, taking note of the girls of varying ages doing one hard work or the other, donned in light brown gowns that stopped nearly at their mid-thigh. A welcoming plea for sexual abuse. She thought. She wouldn’t be surprised if the girls had had experiences of molestation; the gown left nothing unrevealed especially whenever the girls bent down to pick up something. They might as well be sex slaves.She came to an abrupt halt when she saw a little girl of about five years in the same garment, pushing a truck filled with sacks of grain. Did the wickedness of this pack and its Alpha have no limit or end? A girl of barely five years old too?! She couldn’t wash her own socks at that age. What manner of slave ship is this? She thought, her heart breaking at the sight, especially as she saw the little girl fall on he
Author's POV:Olivera straightened the invisible creases on the short thin gown with her fingers, sighing all the same. She was a slave. The realization soaked her in and out.But for how long? Would it be forever?A step at a time. She thought to herself as she took in a deep breath, and let out some more.She will survive. She has to."Are you planning on sleeping in there?" She heard her taskmaster ask with a loud voice, and gulped in saliva. This was it. Her work has started.Sighing again, she turned the knob of the door and walked out, her face down, her eyes concentrated on a dark brown stain on the waist band of the gown.She jerked her head up as she heard the woman cuss."You don't even know how to wear a gown? Are you serious right now?" The woman asked, as she trailed her eyes all over her."I..." Olivera stuttered, then shut her mouth. She wasn't sure of what her crime was. "Come here." The woman ordered, and Olivera stilled at first, unsure of why the woman was calling
Olivera's POV:"Have a seat." The man called Nick, said to me as he sat on a stool close to the wall opposite me.I obliged, and took a seat on one of the sofas in his sitting room, mainly because he looked and sounded kind.But I wasn't stupid to think that every member of this evil pack was the same. After all, their alpha was evil himself."How did you come here?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.I paused before answering his question, knowing that he was expecting a narrative on how I had managed to find myself in the wrong pack at the wrong time, that is if any time was right."Our pack was attacked. I was escaping with my best friend when we were hijacked by members of your pack. End of story." I said, picking up to courage to look at him, since he was the only person in this pack, apart from Leonard, interested in knowing about me; not that I have met a lot of people here though.When I had been coming with my taskmaster, Rose, we had walked through the other side o
It all made sense now.The herbs and the plants all over the place. It made sense that he was the Pack’s doctor. It just hadn’t made sense to me that such a person would want to talk to a slave in a kind manner.The woman hadn’t noticed me yet. Her head was still lowered. I could sense the amount of sorrow she was drowning in. The child must be a special one or an only child. I thought.“Let’s go.” I heard Nick say and turned sharply to stare at him.I caught his eyes on me.Had he been referring to me or the woman?Already the woman was standing. But he was still looking at me.“Is she coming with us?” I heard the woman ask; her question echoed my exact thoughts. But I could hear the skepticism in her voice. I knew then that I shouldn’t be running rounds with a doctor.“Yes, she is,” Nick replied, and I balked. Was this man trying to put me in trouble?Turning aside to look at the woman, I could see her reluctance in the drooping down of her shoulders, and in the scrutiny of her gaz
"Let me have the bag." Nick said to me as he stretched his hand toward me. I nodded, already sliding the bag off my shoulder, although my eyes were still stuck on the little boy who seemed to be in some kind of agony. His mother stood at the far corner of the room, darting her eyes between us and her son. Shouldn't she be sitting closer to him? I thought, whilst stretching the medical bag to Nick. I stretched the bag towards him, but before he could collect it, a loud voice boomed across the room, causing me to shudder and drop the bag to the floor. "Who let in a dirty slave near my son?" Immediately, I shut my eyes tightly, partly from the fear of what would happen next, and the consequences of the crack sound I had heard when the bag had fallen to the floor. Something had broken, and I felt so guilty and afraid. I was sure that Nick would have my head for whatever it was. So much for concentration. "Stop bellowing Mark. You have frightened the girl into dropping my medicine ba