Ch.5 -Gwen

I wake to the sounds of shouting and the dream I had felt so real. I roll over in my bed and feel my arms confined. I blink my eyes and sit up in a rush making my body ache all over. I look around my sroundings and realize the dream I had wasn’t a dream. My nightmare is in fact reality. I check my body lifting the covers and see my clothes are still on minus my shoes and I don’t see any blood so I assume he didn’t touch me last night did he even come back. My hands aren’t chained to the post but I still don’t have full movement. At that moment my eyes tear up and I remember my family. My friends and neighbors. I remember Katie last night and Carly. Are they alright? Suddenly a woman comes into the tent and sees me she smiles kindly and comes to me with a pile of clothes in her hand. She also has a towel and brush. “Don’t worry I’ll be quick we are headed home today and Master Lucious is giving you time to be ready for the long journey home. I wanted to tell her this was my home, but there’s nothing here anymore. ”Is he your Alpha?” I ask her. “No he’s the Alphas brother. He claimed you last night. So no one will touch you without his say so.” She makes it sound like I’m safe from him. She gets closer to me and puts water in a bowl to wet the towel to wash my face and dirt from my hair. When she reached I wince and she soothes me like a child. Like my mother would have. I turn my head back to her and notice a mate mark on her throat. “Are you his mate”? I ask her, not wanting to hear she is because why am I here. Having a mate who claims others is a slap in the face. A disrespect to the goddess herself for having a mate is your other part of soul and to betray trust and love is a horrible life. “No, I’m claimed by another but I work in the pack house”. She finishes cleaning my face and brushes my hair after which she puts my hair in a braid. She pats my cuffed wrists and says, “Don’t worry, he’s a good man.” I give a little smile to her but internally roll my eyes. A good man doesn’t kill your mother and chain you to his bed. But then again he maybe be the lesser of two evils. From what I saw last night the brutality of these wolves were monsters. Knowing I’ll have to escape to avoid the pain I’m sure will be in my future. She finishes up cleaning me as best she can and stands to leave. When I ask her to help me with the chains so I can get dressed she shakes her head and says, “your alpha Lucian will be here shortly to help take them off.” She leaves me alone and I slump back onto the bed in defeat. Great is this the part he takes me forcefully. After a short while later Lucian walks into the tent and pulls me up by my wrists and unlocks my chains. I instinctively rub my wrists. They are raw and red and covered in purple bruises. He looks down at me not saying anything and grabs my wrists to inspect them. I pull away and hold them close to my body. He stares me down with those dark eyes. I don’t blink and for some reason I hold my breath. He moves first and I don’t move but follow him with my eyes and sees he has the clothes in his hand. Is he going to dress me? Not wanting him to put his hands on me and not knowing what he is really after. I grab the clothes from him and hold them close to my chest waiting for him to leave. He smiles a little but as quickly as it was there it’s gone and serious is the face he glares back at me. Huffing out a breath he turns around but stays put. I think to myself if I had something sharp I’d stab him and run out, but then I realize the rest of these barbaric wolves are walking around and they’d catch me almost immediately. So I change into cleaner clothes a plain grey short that covers me like a dress and sweatpants that I have to fold many times to hold up. They still fall down off my small frame. “These aren’t going to work.” I say to his back. He turns and looks at me and runs his eyes to the sweat pants. He looks upset but then he turns and walks out the tent and I can hear him demand someone. He walks over to me and grabs my wrists with some force and I wince in pain. He loosens his grip but not by much and adds the chains and cuffs back on. No sooner the feeling of imprisonment latches on to my very soul and life will never be the same again. The woman who came into clean me earlier shows back up with her head bowed she addresses him respectfully. “Alpha Lucian, you requested me.” She says while head still bowed. He nods “these are too big for her do you have anything else that will work?” He says as if I’m shopping at a boutique instead of a prisoner with borrowed clothes. “I’m afraid that’s all you have available. ”I could give her something of mine for the time being.” He nods and she bows again and walks out. He looks to me and I shrink in on myself and bury myself in the shirt much too big for me. The smell is fresh clean and a little bit of a calming smell that makes me feel a little at ease. The woman walks into the tent again and goes to hand me a pair of black stretchy shorts, they look like they were made for underwear or spandex. Before I can take them he grabs them out of her hands and bundles them up with his massive hands and walks her out of the tent. Before she’s fully out she looks at me with a big smile as if there’s something funny she witnessed.