The Struggle in His Arms

CHAPTER 5 - THE STRUGGLE IN HIS ARMS (EDITED)

SELENE

The cell is damp and cold. I lay there shivering from the cold or from my injuries, I'm not sure. I can feel them healing, but with my wolf blacked, the process is extremely slow.

A wolf walks into my presence, stans before my cell and isn't with food.

He glances down at the untouched plate of goods and sneers. “I don't know why the Alpha keeps letting you breathe.”

His hands close around the silver bars. The sound of sizzling flesh fills the space but he doesn't seem to care. Only continues to stare at me with a crazed look in his eyes.

“But trust me when he gets bored of you. I will gladly take your head off your neck.”

I shoot him a bored look and feign a yawn. I probably shouldn't step on his toes, but something about him irritates me more than the others did.

His hands tighten around the bar and he gives me a murderous look. I brace myself for a fight, but he doesn't step into the cell. Just turn around and storm out.

The rats nibble at the food that they brought for me earlier this morning. I haven't eaten anything they have been giving me. I don't trust them.

Why were they content in keeping me here and serving me good food? Surely they must have something else up their sleeve. Moonbane in it? maybe they liked their prisoners rotting from the inside.

The thought makes me shiver. That would make me have to release my wolf to survive.

I wrap my arms around myself. I don't need more blood on my claws, even if it’s well deserved.

Ever since the meeting with the Alpha, my wolf is calm which is unusual, usually I should feel her struggling against her chains. Trying to talk to me, trying to come up.

I hear footsteps and I sit up straighter. The smell of wet soil reaches me and I know it’s the Alpha.

He stands before my door, alone this time.

He stares at me and I make sure I return it. He’s a tall broad man, with bright gray eyes and dark hair. I find myself admiring his features. He’s an attractive wolf I must admit.

But beautiful things are the most dangerous.

Caden Blackridge is known for executing rogues on sight, whether you crossed his border or not. A few years back, mothers would use his story to scare the pups into behaving properly or else they would be casted out as rogues and this Alpha would end.

Too bad, I didn't have a mother to teach me that. I killed her before she had the chance to.

Alpha Caden breaths in deeply and his body tenses. “What did Ryken come here to do?”

Oh, that wolf was the one at the border then. No wonder, he sounded familiar.

I don't answer. He goes quiet for a long time then he opens the cell door and comes inside.

“Are you a spy?” He finally asks.

I give him a funny look, he surely isn't expecting me to answer this way, is he?

A low growl of frustration escapes him. “This is the last time…”

“No,” I say.

There is a moment of silence. “Then why did you cross into my territory?”

“Didnt know ”

“Your name?”

I keep quiet.

His hand tightens on the metal rod “What’s your name?”

I gesture with my head at the wall. “I want out.”

His eyes narrow. “If you’re ever leaving this pack, it would be as a dead body.”

His gaze moves to the food then slowly back to me. He turns around to leave and I leap at him.

He moves out of the way and I slam into the metal iron and to the group. A burning pain hits my side where I have been clawed and a sharp gasp escapes me. Blood began trickling out and onto the floor.

I'm pulled into the Alphas arms before I can blink. He stares at my side, a strange look in his eyes then he lifts my shirt up, just enough to reveal the gashes on my side.

He bends his head and before I know it, something wet laps at the wound. A gasp escapes me and this time it’s not from pain.

“No,” I protest, trying to push him away. But I'm weak and my movements kept making it hurt.

“Stay still,” he growls, the sound vibrating against my skin and sending tingles running through my body.