Chapter 5

“Take them all out!” The General yelled at the servant who put down the little pocket knife in between all that she was packing away, making her shake with fear as she picked it back up.

I just stood there annoyed and confused as he ordered every metal, every sharp object and everything sharp that could cause bodily harm, to be removed from the whole palace.

Everywhere except the kitchen.

I could not help but roll my eyes at the exaggeration.

“It’s my life! Not yours!” I yell at him, still standing in the middle of the chaos, and as expected, it ticked him off and he turned towards me in anger.

With every step he took towards me, it took everything in me not to take a step back to create some distance between us but I stood my ground as I didn't want to seem scared of him.

I wasn't.

“Maybe a little?” My wolf added, and I groaned from the lack of not being able to give her a slap.

She hadn't said anything for several days and I had already started to get worried but the animal was fine.

I wasn't even able to give back a witty response as I had intended to, when I felt myself hoisted up in the air by the iron of a man.

“Put me down, you animal!” I scream out as I kick and fight to get out of his hold but somehow, it seemed like all the strength I possessed, was nothing compared to his.

In the same breathe, I saw some guards unsheathe their swords and point it at us, well, obviously, me. Just because I called him an animal

He is a tiger!

“Stand down.” He ordered as he walked out of the door, with me still squirming in his arms. I hated it.

Hated the way I was powerless against him

“Let me go, you stupid tiger!” I yell out as I try to pull away with all my strength but to no avail.

I was really fighting against an iron man.

“Your little insults are nothing to me.” He said and from the sound of his voice, it felt like he was smiling.

Smiling!

He does not even take me seriously.

“Put me d-” I started but was cut short by the sudden release over my body, making me land in a not so gracious way but on a soft bed, so no pain.

Well, that's what I thought, until I saw him hold cuffs and reach for my hands.

Did he think I would just give him my hands to cuff me?

He must be crazy to thing that.

He was fast but I was smaller and fast too.

Every move he made to get me was futile as I dodged every time.

I could see his frustration grow but there was nothing he could do and the look of frustration on him almost made me snicker.

Now standing in front of the door, I watched him like a hawk but even at that, I almost missed him due to the speed he used to get to me.

Unfortunately for him, before he could close his arms and trap me in them, I got away.

I could not help but smirk at the look on his face, he was almost red from the anger and I loved it.

As he approached again, I dodged gain, escaping for the fifth time but what I didn't see coming, was him swiping the rug off my feet.

Before I could process it, I landed with a very loud thud that probably made the building vibrate.

He immediately cuffed me and attached the other side to the bed that I could see was somehow connected to the building.

Is he a psychopath?

“Who builds a bed that has chains going into the walls of the house?” I thought to myself but just sighed in defeat as he stood up from the bed, knowing that I was now trapped, but not for long.

I had already started mentally planning how I would get out of this.

"It's laced with silver, so don't even bother trying.” He stated, shattering my hopes of freedom and the smirk that was on my face some minutes ago were now on his.

Bending my head, I chanted to myself to breathe and not show just how mad this made me.

“Showing emotions give people the reaction they want.” I chanted over and vover in my head, trying to control my anger and expressions.

“Don't you think this is too much? not even the iron statues were spared.” One of the men I saw on the day I was captured whom I realized was Dylan, asked the general. A question that was just on the tip of my tongue but was kept at bay due to the teeth clattering anger I felt.

“Her life is mine.” He said to Dylan with his eyes looking straight at me,which I responded to with a roll of my own.

“People are asking questions.” He stated in a hushed tone, probably forgetting that I could hear him as loud as if he had spoken into my ears instead.

“Let them.” He responded, walking away from me and out of the room.

Immediately they were out of my sight, I tuned them out and just thought about the fact that I had no hope of being rescued out of this place by anyone.

The alpha of my pack who was supposed to be my mate, hated me even more than anyone else did.

It was a feeling that although I had overcome, now filled me with anger. An anger that would have made me kill innocent people and so I chose to use it at the battlefield instead.

I knew exactly what I had sacrificed that day that I surrendered.

I had surrendered my life, and quite frankly didn't think in my wildest dreams that I would be alive now, but here I was.

I had no home to escape to and no reason to escape because my whole life was the battlefield which was not any better than being here.

Well, except the fact that I have no power here.

Deep down, I wished for autonomy.

I just wanted to be on my own but I was always told that a wolf had to live with their pack for their own safety and mental health.

It's been days now and I felt nothing that was supposed to affect my mental health from being away from the pack.

“Well, he have detached a long time ago and were just there physically.” My wolf responded with a little whine that indicated that she still felt pain at the thought of being away from her supposed mate, even though she hated him just as much as I did.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts but I don't respond. The knock came again but this time, they didn't wait.

It just bursted open, revealing a young woman who was definitely a kitchen maid by her white attire, coming in with a tray of food I was assuming the General had sent.

As she dropped the tray beside me, I saw her hands tremble and I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep me from smiling from the thought that she was scared of me, but that smile got stuck halfway, when she brought a spoon up to my lips, only for me to realize that I smelled silver.

That meant deadly poison for me.

I took a second to think about why I should save myself and actually got no tangible reason.

I was strong now but captured, I could escape now but I'll have to return to a place the held nothing but terrible memories, I had money enough to live on my own amongst the humans but I would have to return to the pack to get my things, and just the thought of going back was not pleasant.

It made me realize just how suffocating it was to endure everyday.

Call me crazy but I took a bite.