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Chapter 9 - Lena
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2025-07-13 10:30:46On my lunch break, I duck into the bakery that sits below my apartment. The owner, a soft-spoken, graying man with a bad limp is one of the few people in this town who treats me like an actual regular. Which probably means I come here way too often, but I’ll take it, if only to act normal for a bit. The bell over the door signals my arrival, and I take in a deep breath of fresh pastries and baked goods as he walks out of the back room, leaning heavily on a wooden cane.
He grabs the pot of black coffee on his way to the counter, pouring me a glass without hesitation. I settle onto a stool, as he gestures toward the scones. With the barest of nods, he grabs me one. No words needed, just a mutual understanding of caffeine and sugar.
“You look like you’ve been through war,” he says, a smirk on his face. “Rough morning?”
While his legs don’t always work like he wants them to,
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Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 32 - Lena
One evening, Brax never comes for our dinner time healing like I expect. Instead, I’m led by a new guard to a completely new area in the prison. The air is warmer here, instead of the freezing temperatures of the cells and lab rooms. The moans and wails I’ve come to get used to are missing, replaced by soft conversations. At the end of the hall, Brax stands near a closed door, his eyes betraying his worry as he opens the door.The guard leading me pushes me inside and I stumble, landing on my hands and knees in a large dining room. The chandelier hangs low and crooked, cobwebs draped between the crystals. Water stained wallpaper peels at the edges, and ripped and fraying tapestries hang sporadically throughout.A long wood table sits in the center of the room. It’s scarred with knife marks and stains from years of use. Three men and two women sit around it, their postures relaxed as they laugh at my splayed state. Plates are piled high with roasted meat in front of them, the plates gl
Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 31 - Lena
I soon mentally lost track of the days, instead carving them into the wall with a fork I pilfered from dinner one night. I’m sure Brax knows about it, but he hasn’t told, and I’m not giving it up. It’s gotten easier to mask my magic, holding it in check and only healing enough to make it seem like I’m trying while keeping the other inmates alive.Sleep always comes in fitful, haunted snatches, always interrupted by the sound of someone else being dragged down the hall. I’ve tried to keep count of the other prisoners, by the screams or who I’ve healed, but it’s impossible. I never heal the same person twice, and if they’re screaming, they’re already dead.The only sleep that isn’t fitful comes after a hard healing, one that takes more magic than I’m willing to give. Often, I wake up with the smell of home in my nose and no knowledge of how I even made it into my cell.I can feel myself withering away, slowly breaking down like a plant dying from a lack of sun. While my healing magic is
Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 30 - Lena
I gulp audibly but nod my head.“Good, little doll, good.” He turns around, motioning me to follow him closer to the third table, where a woman with manic eyes stares back at me. Her eyes are filled with hate, and it floods my system.Her nightgown is tattered, blood coating the ends. One eye is completely swollen shut, but based off the blood coating her face, I have a feeling it’s missing completely. Both hands are broken, fingers bent in odd ways and in some cases missing completely. Large gashes travel from the top of each thigh down her legs, a weird blue, glowing liquid oozing out of the wounds.I move to heal her, murmuring soft reassurances, but the woman recoils as far as her bound body can. She spits curses in a language I don’t recognize, shaking her head violently.“She doesn’t want my help,” I whisper.The man tsks, “Already forgetting your rules, little doll? Are you as excited to climb onto my table as I am to put you there?”I shake my head, keeping my eyes trained non
Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 29 - Lena
On the fifth day, the same wolf takes me to a room I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing before, and I’m starting to wish they never gave me that pleasure. The smell hits me before I see it but it’s too late to run the other way. Death and chemicals.It’s clear it’s a lab, much like what you would see in a mad scientist kind of movie. Metal tables line the walls, cluttered with rusted surgical tools, bone saws, broken glass wear, and syringes. Half of the tiles are streaked with blood, both fresh and dried, and there are lab coats hanging by the door that are perpetually stained red. There are cobwebs in every available location, and drag marks across the floor. Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables.There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no lo
Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 28 - Lena
It became easy to tell when it was a new day as my magic slowly came back. Every morning, the tattoo’d wolf would come and grab me, silently leading me to a new patient. He wouldn’t speak, but he wasn’t outright mean as he lead me around, his hands oddly gently on my body.With every new heal, more questions arose than answers.A young woman with limbs surgically removed, and replaced with those of a completely different supernatural being.A middle-aged human man with ragged bite wounds, like they had thrown him in with a pack of wolves.A mermaid whose tail was removed and replaced with legs and feet.With every new experiment, I’m brought in to fix what I could. Question weren’t allowed, and speaking often got me beaten. But the patterns were there nonetheless. Each an
Whispers of the Wild Hunt Chapter 27 - Brax
I set the sleeping Faerie down on her cot, brushing her black hair out of her face. How she has managed to stay alive on Earth this long, is a surprise to me. Most of her kind… our kind… went home long ago, where they were safe.If I had the option, I would probably run away to the homeland, myself. But my duty to Kai keeps me Earth-side, not to mention my wolf half I got from my father. I knew the moment I touched her and the electricity zapped through my body that she was mine, and then she healed the boy in a way I’ve never seen before and cemented my suspicions.But how do I get her out of here safely, while keeping my oath to Kai? And why is she even here, acting like a healing witch?I shake my head, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead before heading for the door. Before I get there though, the screaming starts. Her body thrashes against a hidden pain. The stories my mo
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