Chapter Four (Isla)

“You need to get of here!” he yelled at me. His Blue-grey eyes set on our attackers. “They’ll kill you. Find Una and Murdina and Run."

I was staring at him, disbelieving. Who am I supposed to find? “I’m not leaving you, I’ll fight beside you.” I declared as I grabbed my sword, arguing with him.

I looked around, not recognizing the area. We were standing in the middle of a village. The clothing was old, not of the time I was currently in. Saddled horses lined the streets and men in armor rode them.

“They’ve found you. You need to go. I promise I’ll find you.” He pleaded, wanting me to run while blocking a blow from one of the knights with his sword. “GO!” he bit out.

Nodding and fighting my instinct to stay, I ran straight into the forest, looking for somewhere I could hide and wait for him. “Coward.” I hissed at myself; how dare you leave him to fight alone?

Changing my mind and deciding I was going to help him, I turned around to head back to him when a man appeared out of the bushes and advanced towards me. Turning to run, I felt steel slice the front of my neck as magic wrapped around me. My eyes widening, I realized. He had an immortal scythe, a rare weapon created by the Goddess of witches, one cut and you were dead. The man turned and ran back into the forest without a word; I guess completing his mission.

I grabbed at my throat, trying to stop the bleeding, as my mate emerged from the trees surrounding me, his clothes bloody from battle. He ran towards me, tears in his eyes. “No, this can’t be happening. I just found you,” he spoke as his weapon hit the ground. He picked me up. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“Immortal scythe.” I choked out as tears streamed from my eyes. Still holding me, he collapsed, leaning against a tree trunk, pulling me close to him, using one hand to cover my wound.

His eyes panicked, he whispered, “No... no, you can’t die. You're mistaken.” grief lined his face, as tears fell.

Weakly, I reached up and stroked his cheek. "I love you." I breathed as my air left me and a shattered howl ripped from his lips.

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My eyes shot open. “What the hell, was that a dream? It was so vivid? Is he the guy from the cabin?" I looked around, confused.

"What happened?" I mumbled, feeling numb. "Where am I?" I tried to move to check my neck, but my body met with resistance.

In a panic, I started fighting my restraints. It was black and I couldn’t see anything, my night vision must've glitched out. “Don’t panic… Don’t panic,” I repeated as a mantra as I calmed my breathing. The room smelled musty. It was damp and cold. Straining my eyes, trying to make out what I could in the darkness.

I was chained and hanging from a wall, my arms pinned above me. I tried to move my feet again but could not. "What the hell is this, a castle dungeon?" I half joked to myself, trying to tamp down the panic in my chest.

Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re a hybrid breakout, but my powers are unpredictable.

My mother was a witch and when my dad (a wolf) learned she was his mate, he left his pack to be with her. He had no choice. The law forced wolves who find mates that are another species to reject and kill them, hoping the moon goddess gives them a second chance, mate, or they are executed together.

Since the moon goddess chooses who is matched together, it doesn’t happen often. The reason packs are against wolf and non-wolf matchups is because they believed their children would be a threat to the pack in two ways. The first threat they considered was their unpredictability. Would they have traits from both sides, or none, and if they did, could they control their abilities? The second threat was the weakening of the bloodlines. The thought of diluting the bloodlines over generations created the fear that wolves could not turn or just cease to exist. Because of these reasons, my mom and dad went on the run, moving constantly all-over North America because if we were discovered, we'd be executed for breaking a universal wolf law. So, the question is, how did they find my parents and me?

I heard footsteps, which stilled my mind, bringing me back to my present predicament. A heavy metal door screeched open, and a blinding light hit me. Turning my head away, I waited for my eyes to adjust.

“You’re awake?” A man with a short muscular stature asked. He couldn’t be over five feet tall. He had his blonde hair up in a bun, unkempt beard, and squinty eyes the color of charcoal that held a menacing glare.

“Well, duh,” I retorted, biting my tongue and cursing my sarcasm. It was a terrible defense mechanism.

“Watch your mouth,” he yelled, slapping me across the face. Causing pain to radiate through my cheek.

“What do you want?” I asked, spitting the blood out of my mouth in his direction.

“You have information I need, and you’re going to give it to me.”

I looked at him blankly. “And what information would that be?” I asked. If it's about my parents, it’s too late. They are already dead. I thought sadly, a flash of their dead bodies entering my mind.

“You’re going to tell me where they are.”

Rolling my eyes “where, who are?” I retorted. How didn’t they know they were dead?

“Una and Murdina. Where are they?”

“Wait, who?” I asked, surprised. “I do not know who you are talking about.” Recalling my dream. My mate in my dream had mentioned those names. Were they friends of mine? Still, I don’t know who they are.”

“We know who you are, Danu. So don’t lie to us.”

“My name is Isla, not Danu. You’ve got the wrong person.” I laughed. Which resulted in another slap. The man's face reddened with anger, which didn’t go well with his blonde hair and beard.

“You may not remember now,” he paused, “but you will!” With a smirk on his face, he turned and left, coming back a few minutes later with a big brute of a guy with an aura of mean. His one remaining eye was dark grey, full of anger and death. He made me nervous. He could probably really hurt a person. Unlike the little guy, this guy looked like an assassin.

With a casual tone, I turned my focus to the little guy. “Who are you, anyway?” I asked, ignoring the brute.

"How rude! You don’t remember me?" He acted insulted. "You’ll remember soon enough!" Turning to the brute, he said, " Nolan, why don’t you show her what you do here?"