Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated to the Enemy: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

ANDREWI enter the front office the hotel and to my surprise Grace is waiting for me at the front desk. “It took you long enough,” she whispers, waving her hand for me to follow her to the back office. I follow her into the office and see that she has tea and cookies set up on a small table in the center of the room. This room is different from the rest of the hotel. It is nicely decorated and does not smell of mildew or mold. Beautiful turn of the century furniture adorns the room, and every inch of the room is clean. Thick burgundy curtains hang on either side of the single window in the room, keeping any light from the outside from being able to filter inside. A single light illuminates the room, if not for my wolf eyesight it would be difficult to see around the room. The glimmer of something round on the center of the table catches my eyes and I realize it is a crystal ball.“So,” she says sitting on one side of the table and gesturing for

ANDREWShattered glass is still all over the ground where Lyra busted through the front door of the building where she was being held. Blood still stains the ground and the glass. Unable to suppress my anger a growl erupts from my chest as we walk across the broken glass, knowing the pain that she went through to escape. Sniffing the air as I enter, Lyra’s scent is faint in the air along with several other wolves. Splitting into groups of two we each take off in different directions searching the building for clues to where they may have gone next. Following what is remaining of Lyra’s scent in the building I find myself inside I small room with a metal door. There is only a bed and a toilet within the room. Heavy metal chains lay abandoned on the floor with what I can only assume are silver cuffs at the end of each. Blood splatter remains on the bed and cement walls and floor. Stepping into the room a shiver runs up my spine as the signs of her abuse are

LYRAMy heart and head seem to be pounding at the same rhythm as I attempt to open my eyes. I open my eyes slightly seeing nothing but darkness in front of me. My hands are bound with silver cuffs in front of my body and my ankles are bound together as well. My mouth is gagged with a piece of cloth that is tied on so tightly it makes me want to puke. Staring into the dark, I focus my breathing and try to calm myself down. The memories from before I was knocked out are hazy. I concentrate all of my energy on trying to remember everything that happened. The last clear memory that is in my head is clearly not my own. Cain was standing before his mate, rejecting him. But why is that memory so important.Right now my mind feels like a waterfall. All of the information is flowing too quickly and falling in a jumbled mess at the bottom of my mind. No matter how hard I try I cannot seem to put the pieces or the memories in order. Wolfsbane has never had this effect on me befor

LYRA The smell of incense and a pair of warm hands against my cheeks pull me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open and the warm glow of a fireplace comes into view. My hands and legs are no longer bound, and my clothes are surprisingly clean for being held captive in a cave. I glance around the room and am met with deep burgundies and golds, and Victorian furniture. A tiny woman works tirelessly at the fire, before she turns to look at me. Her piercing blue eyes seem to see into my mind and my soul. “You are finally awake,” she says as she sets a cup of tea on a small table in the center of the room. “Come sit,” she pats the table as she speaks. I rise hesitantly, slowly taking in my surroundings once more. If this is a vision it is different from the rest. Everything is so crisp and clear as if I am actually with the woman in her study. I sit across from the woman and notice that she is studying me carefully. “If you have a question, you need only to ask,” she

JAMESDarkness surrounds me. A steady beeping noise fills the dark void that I cannot escape. Every now and then voices surround me, sometimes I can hear what is being said and other times it is nothing more than a jumbled mess. When I hear the voices I try to open my eyes to let them know I am still here but the more I try to reach out the farther I slip into the void. The void is dark and numb. Sitting in the dark recesses of my mind I try to reach out to my wolf, but silence in my mind is deafening. I worry if I am unable to wake soon the darkness will consume me and I will remain this way forever.“Lyra,” I call out the only name I can remember into the darkness. “Lyra.”LYRAMr. Grayson has not uncovered me since I last angered him. I do not know how long I have been under this blanket. I have long stopped asking for food or for bathroom breaks, knowing that I will be denied. My body is weak from the poison and lack of food. T