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The unconscious girl stirred within the cold on the concrete ground.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open as her blurry gaze intook her dark and silent surroundings.

Forcefully blinking away the haze, a rapid wave of panic flooded in her body leaving a trail of goosebumps on her dirty skin. Her head frantically moved around in order to search for some light but to her avail she didn’t succeed.

The room was submerged in utter darkness.

With the support of the wall Ilaria got up. Her forehead throbbed from the impact of the stone. Gathering her remaining energy she tried to take a small step forward but was abruptly stopped by something clinging to her ankle.

Crouching down on her knees, her hand flew to the restraint that had ceased her movements. Immediately she hissed at the emerging burning sensation that surrounded her flesh.

On the very spot she knew her ankle was restricted by a metal cuff that was dipped in a special liquid called silver.

A liquid she was too familiar with from the day she had turned 4.

Ilaria couldn’t feel her feet. It was extremely numb. Sighing she sat down and leaned against the wall. Her orbs darted at her ankle. She could see the bruise that was forming. Thanks to her sharp wolf sight, she could make out a few bits and pieces of the structure in the closed room.

It was smelly yet gloomy, only the sound of the dripping water droplets echoed all over the place. The place was clearly abandoned having no signs of cracked furniture or even a window.

A sarcastic chuckle left her mouth as the reality seeped within her mind. She was captured and that to by her stupidity.

Closing her eyes, she listened to steady whispers of the cold wind. It was uncomfortable until a thought flashed in her mind made her jerk up, wide eyed.

“The little cat! Oh my.. God. I had to g-give him food.” She stuttered, feeling insanely guilty for acting in such a rash way. “He must be w-waiting for me. I n-need t-to leave."

She heaved a deep sigh and screamed on top of her lungs.

"A-ANYONE?"

Her voice bounced back to her ownself but nevertheless she tried again hoping someone would be kind enough to grant her freedom.

"HELP."

"P-Please.."

Her words abruptly died down, when the door roughly opened with a thud letting the rays of the dim white light fall inside. Ilaria flinched back in fear.

A group of men entered. The only sound heard was their boots colliding with the floor.

Ilaria had her head hung low, the strands of her muddy black hair covered her face. She shook in fright as she heard their footsteps get closer.

In a matter of seconds, a pair of shiny black sneakers entered her vision. Moistening her lips, she decided to be confident. Afterall, all the rouges were brave with leaking courage.

Tilting her head, her gaze flickered towards the same black eyes that had captured her from her adventure. Those dark orbs held hatred and disgust. Not being able to stand his gaze, her eyes darted at the men who were armed in heavy suits. Probably the dungeon keepers.

"Rouge, what brings you here on our land?" The man infront of her spoke with dominance. She looked back at the handsome guy with blankness. Her eyes intook his appearance.

The man was quite tall compared to others who stood next to the door with their hands fisted by their sides. He had blond colored hair with a muscular body. An aura of dominance lingered around him.

"Speak, Rouge."

She gulped down the lump that formed within her throat.

"I.. I-" Her words were cut short by his snarl. "I don't have a whole fucking day. So better speak before the Alpha comes here."

Ilaria cowered away from the harshness. Her confidence faded with time.

"I.. I w-was-"

"Alpha, you're here."

Her words were again interrupted by an intruder, Ilaria followed the sight of the man, her breath suddenly hitched when her orbs landed on the intruder's devilishly attractive face.

Shock yet happiness was clearly written on her face but was soon replaced with a whimper when the man huskily uttered the next words shattering her heart into million pieces.

"Keep her here without food and water for the next two weeks. I'll deal with this filth later on."