I lock up and head home around eight. As I get to the Jeep I have this weird feeling someone is watching me and I look down the ally way. I don’t see anything but the hair on my neck is standing up. I quickly get in the Jeep and lock the doors. I turn on the KC lights and point them down the ally. Still nothing. I let it go and head home. On the drive home I swear the car behind me is following me until it turns down a street not far from home. I am definitely getting paranoid. When I get home I see my parents have settled on the couch to watch a movie, The Notebook for the thousandth time. I giggle. I say a quick goodnight to my parents and decide to head upstairs to read a book. I get to my room, put my bag by my desk and go to my closet to retrieve my pajamas. I do my nightly routine. I brush my teeth, floss and wash my face. I climb into bed and pull out The Witcher book I have been reading. I must have fallen asleep quickly as I start having a weird dream about dragons. There a
Derek It is agony waiting for any sort of word on what is happening at the Ortiz residence. I keep pacing in my room, checking my phone every few seconds. “Dude stop pacing. We will know something when we know something,” says Owen. I know he is just as worried as I am. His mother is one of the warriors that was called to the house. I stop pacing and sit on my bed. It is almost eleven and still no word. “I am about to march myself over there damn it. I don’t care how mad dad gets at me,” I say with frustration. I then hear the front door swing open and people are yelling. “The warriors are back,” Keila says as she barges into my room. I run downstairs to see what has happened. Dr. Ase is yelling out orders as wolves are being carried to one of the larger rooms in the house. There are several injured wolves. They would heal in time but some appear to need stitches while they heal. There are several warlocks and witches also injured and assisting Dr. Ase healing the others. I look
“So where is Davina,” I ask Shaun. He hangs his head. “I’m sorry we failed. They escaped by teleporting. The shifters that didn’t make it to a warlock or witch are being hunted as we speak, but they took her. She‘s gone,” he says. Gabriel Ortiz slams his fist on the table in frustration. “Easy Gabriel” says Dimitri, the high warlock. “We will find her.” “It is just as much my fault she is gone. I couldn’t protect her and I was there. I should have been able to protect her.” “You were outnumbered and knocked unconscious Gabriel. Don’t blame yourself. You are strong but even you have your limits. You are lucky they didn’t kill you,” Dimitri tries reassuring Gabriel. “How are we going to find her,” I ask. “Gabriel will be able to track the seal that is on her. Since he is blood related to Daniel he will be able to find her easier than another warlock. Those who cast the seal have a stronger connection,” replies Dimitri. He does’t finish the sentence. We all know what he means. Onl
Derek Two days later the wolves have fully healed, as well as the warlocks and witches. Mark has started gathering the warriors of the pack to prepare for the rescue mission. Owen is on phone ensuring humans will not interfere with our plans. Everyone is working hard to make sure this will not fail. We can’t fail twice. We don’t know how much time we have before the rogues will decide to kill Davina. Nor do we know what they are doing to her. It is bugging me why they hadn’t killed her right away. Why hadn’t they just gotten it over with? “What’s on your mind young alpha,” Dimitri asks. “I’m trying to figure out why Davina wasn’t immediately killed. It doesn’t make any sense to kidnap her,” I reply. “You have good senses Derek. You’re right, it doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Any theories,” I ask. “I have one. I believe there is a silver dragon out there wanting to absorb her powers. Which means there was another traitor among the group fifteen years ago besides your uncle,” Di
My body is exhausted. I attempt to fight him off but he is much bigger and stronger than me. All I can do is turn my head away as he rips my underwear off and pulls my dress up higher. I try my best to block out the pain from my leg. Mom has tried to describe what a girl’s first time is like but I am not prepared for how painful it actually is. He removes his jeans and possessions himself on top of me. He roughly slides himself inside me causing me to cry out. It definitely hurts. He is not gentle by any means and is swiftly moving. He has my arms pinned down, I literally cannot move. “I want to hear that scream of yours Davina.” I fight to give him what this sick prick wants and just glare at him. He grabs my bad leg causing me to scream in pain and begins thrusting even harder. “I should’ve known you are a virgin, lucky me.” I don’t even know how long it takes but when he finally finishes he leans into my ear and whispers, “Now see, was that so bad. I’ll be back later. Maybe Jack
Davina I wake up in a very bright room. It takes a second for my vision to focus. There is a man in the room and I begin to panic. I wrestle with all the tubes connected to me and I try to get out of bed. “Calm down Davina.” I look to my left and see Keila. “Keila?” I say in confusion. “Where am I?” “You’re in the hospital,” Keila replies. “What happened? How long have I been here,” I ask. I can remember bits and pieces but for some reason I can’t recall everything. “You’ve been unconscious for eight weeks Davina. Do you remember anything,” asks Keila. “Eight weeks!” I am being to hyperventilate. “It’s okay Davina. Slow, deep breaths. We can talk about what you remember later,” she says trying to calm me down. “I remember my home being attacked. I was kidnapped, I think.” “You may have some amnesia and might not remember every detail. Don’t try to think about it too hard. You have time. This can be short term or longer term. Meaning you may not ever recall what happened,”
“Now if you’re okay with it, I’d like to look at your leg and we need to change the bandages.” I look at him fearfully, not wanting him to touch me. Keila lays a hand on me and smiles as if she knows what I am thinking. She comes around and removes the blankets from my leg while carefully unwrapping the bandage trying not to hurt me. I winced in pain when she has to lift my leg up. “I’m sorry Davina,” Keila says. “It’s okay Keila. It needs to be done.” She begins examining at my leg. “It’s healing quit nicely. Fitting a prosthetic will be easy. Now I need to wash it and it may hurt a bit.” I nod at Keila and look away. I can’t bring myself to look at my leg. “Uncle Gabriel? I am going to assume there has already been a funeral for my parents.” “Yes Davina, I’m sorry. When it looked like you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon we couldn’t wait any longer.” My uncle is truly sad for moving forward without me. “It’s okay. What about the house?” “Well that’s up to you. It’s technically
Davina I’ve been in this hospital for almost four months now. I am tired of seeing the same four ugly walls everyday. Uncle visits me at least twice a day. Some of the staff from the restaurant have visited too. They try to cheer me up, play board games with me and let me know how the restaurant is doing. Uncle hired an attorney to help ensure everything is legally in place. I asked the attorney to make my uncle a co-owner. He has been running it for me so I think he should be part owner. He tried to talk me out of it but I insisted. I appreciate what everyone is trying to do but I’d rather just be left alone. I sometimes wish they didn’t save me and just let me die with my family. I can hear uncle Gabriel and Dr. Ase talking outside. “Gabriel she is severely depressed. I highly suggests putting her on antidepressants. I don’t think this will get better on it’s own. She has been through too much and with the pregnancy I am concerned postpartum depression will send her over the edge