Eryn - 2

I am in my wolf form, running through the forest. I don't know where I am going but I know I have to get away. Away from Asher. Away from the pack. Away from that life.

I find myself in a clearing and stop for a breath. Looking around, I can't see through the shadows of the pitch-black forest. The light of the full moon suddenly catches the eyes of my pack's golden eyes, and I can see dozens of them peering at me from the darkness. Their black coats hide them, but those eyes reflect the mother's glow as I feel the immense threat surrounding me.

Suddenly, a great white wolf bursts into the clearing, his brilliant blue eyes catching the light of the mother and practically glowing in the black of this night. He glances at me then around at my surrounding pack. He catches the urgency of my flight and howls out to the moon hanging in the sky above.

In moments, I see flashes of white within the trees, among my black coated pack. This is our rival pack, the White Wolves of Winchester. They are our mortal enemies!

The great white wolf turns to me and snarls. I know that I have crossed into his land, as my entire pack has as well. We have broken the treaty to never cross the border into Winchester and now we would pay for that.

I submit to this Alpha, knowing that a fight with him would certainly mean my death, though death could still await me for my treason. I close my eyes and wait for his decision.

When nothing happens, I open my eyes to find myself in a room. This is not my room, but it is one of my pack's. I try to turn only to realize that my hands are tied behind my back with a rope. I begin searching my mind to remember how I got here.

Then as if the memories were a wave in a hurricane, they wash over me. After Asher had threatened me, I had submitted and muttered the words that he had been longing to hear, "I accept." Then he picked me up and took me to his room. He tried to mate with me to solidify our sire bond, but I fought back. I headbutted him in his nose and broke it. He wailed in pain and coldcocked me, knocking me out.

I can still taste the blood in my mouth from his hit, the rope is burning into my wrists as I continue to try to loosen them. My anger and fear are palpable in the air around me. I am terrified of what will happen when Asher returns.

I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as anxiety knots up in my throat, threatening to suffocate me, which would be better than waiting for Asher.

"I told you that he was no good," I say to Keira who is withdrawn deep within me somewhere.

'I know,' I can hear her faintly whimper.

I try to reassure her that we will be fine if we can figure out a way to free myself from these binds.

'I know. Let me do it!' I hear her announce with more confidence. I know what she means, and I know what will happen if we do. My vision or dream or whatever that was that I saw will come true. I will meet the Alpha of the White Wolves of Winchester. I will commit treason that will likely result in my execution. But what other choice do I have? Stay here with Asher as his Luna, his mate, essentially his slave?

"No!" I whisper before letting Keira take control and I shift into my wolf to escape the Black Wolfpack of Brinshire.