Chapter Two

Amante POV

                A soft breeze suddenly fans my way. A spicy and floral sweetness of a somewhat woody and herbal aroma subsists. Its addictive fragrance lingers, arousing inconceivable feelings inside of me. Amaltheo stirs from its desolate drowsiness and sniffs incessantly the scent that caught our absolute interest. I trot awkwardly away from the army, abandoning the dark schemes I have for the Alpha King. The intoxicating smell is wafting stronger now, drifting flawlessly as if inviting me into a feast of luscious sensuality and romance. I step on my way, desperately searching for the source of my excitement.

“Mate!”, I whisper simultaneously with my ecstatic wolf. I feel my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. I am thrilled with joy at the celebratory discovery of my long-lost destined mate.

              After a while, I found the spot where the whirling whiff of my mate is strongest. Not far from the right corner of a wrecked building, a desolate door is carefully hidden, strategically located out of naked eyes. I transform into my human self to hold the painted lever. Amaltheo is cheering me on with urgency. I put a tight grip on the lever that holds the door in place, locking whoever is inside the underground escape room. I breathe in a burnt flesh stench first before I feel the stinging pang in my palm that electrifies me from head to toe. I jerk my wounded palm up in surprise. The shock makes me lose my balance and I fall on the ground naked buttocks first. I think a tear drops when I foolishly try to figure out which is more painful: the burns in my hands or the swelling broken bone in my ass.

      The door made out of silver restrains me, a werewolf, to even slightly touch the darn opening. My wolf is now whimpering a depressing melody inside my mind. I still have no idea how to save my mate from her confinement. Horror overwhelms me when I realize the situation am in right now. It could be worse inside! My mate might be even bounded mercilessly with silver chains. I need to get help. I call Amaltheo who obligingly takes the reins forward, desperate to locate some pack members to help us rescue our mate. I search around the area the Alpha King had directed the army to. The aggression has ended. The place is quiet, only the bloody remains of our enemies can be seen untouched on the ground.

“There he is!”, I mentally exclaim when I catch the glimpse of the marching wolf warriors.

              I ignore their confuse expressions and go directly to the Alpha King. He looks determined, overly serious about the terrible demise of the lined-up casualties of the attack. I could not help but be amazed at how defiantly he looks right now. But this is not the time to gawk on him. I need to hurry! I intend to bump into anybody to draw some attention and thankfully, he caught on. He breaks out of the rank and warily approaches me. He connected thru the mind link.

“ I have found my mate but she is in trouble. Let's go and save her now!”, I abruptly burst out on his mind, not giving him any chance to squander time.

               I turn my back on him. I know it looks disrespectful and is being a bit rude, yet I could not shake off the natural domineering habits of my regality. To heck with them! I am still pursuing my postponed ploy once this chaos settled in. I keep trotting down a little further from them. I could feel their reluctance. I look back to urge them more.

“She is trapped inside a silver compartment. She might die if we do not hurry. Help me, please!”, my voice squeak.

               I never wanted to sound desperate. It hurts my pride to seek help to these imbeciles. I hear incredible gasps from some of my pack mates. The Alpha King gapes at me. Uncertainty is visible in his inferring eyes. Ha! I feel stupid for admiring him for a second. He is a complete dumb-ass, a great one there is! He is just moronically standing, unable to do what needs to be done. Beta Emir move towards my right side. His counsel is crucial to my survival. He is immensely trusted by the Alpha King. Most of the kingdom's affairs are handled by him. It is safe to say he holds the power over the worthless monarch. He is having a chat with Alpha King Henrik thru a silenced mind link. I am getting impatient right now, but I could only walk frantically back and forth while awaiting the verdict. No one is going to move without the heads' approval. The inconvenience of being a subject to anyone is pulling me into the pit of madness. I am going to break free from this degradation soon, I swear!

               Finally, after losing several more minutes of senseless discussions, a small group of rescue is granted. Ten bulky werewolves tag along with me back to my mate. Everybody else left to get things ready for going back home. By this time, I hear about the death of Delta George but I have no time to spare for him. I am consumed by my own dilemmas. I instruct some of my companions to find a long, sturdy wood we could use as leverage to forcefully open the damn door. Once arrived, the leverage is abruptly attached. Two bulky male wolves turned into their naked human forms, stand on both ends. I see veins popping out of their tensed muscles as they exert full force to try to lift the door up. I bounce in despair when the wood snap, shattered into pieces, along with my hope of rescue. Amaltheo snarl loudly and took over my frozen body once again. I mourn silently when I see smoke emits my furry body. My deranged wolf pounds on the lethal door. I feel the fear, the agony of hopelessness that succumbs to the vargulf estate of my being. Several collisions and my scorch body collapses unable to resist the excruciating pain;  physically by the burns from the silver door, and emotionally for my trapped mate inside. Everybody just stood idly and watch the pitiful scenario.