The first thing I noticed when I woke up was cold-- it's always cold. My left cheek was pressed against the stone cold ground and it took a while before I was able to lift my sore body up.
I slumped my back against the wall, my eyes traveling around the room before I came to the realization of where I was-- a cell . The memories of yesterday came rushing into my head-- the fire, the screams, the bomb blast ...our pack was attacked. And I've been captured!!!
A groan from the right side had me turning my head, making me noticed what-- or particularly who my eyes missed before. A girl around my age lay, slumped against the wall, her hand on her stomach. It took a while to see the wet substance sticking to her clothes smabd hand in the dark but once I did, I quickly rushed to her.
" Hey hey, what's wrong?". My hands covered her blood soaked clothes...she's injured. Her face look sheet white with her hands cold as she struggle to answer me.
" It hurts...".. I don't know if it was the strain in her voice or the way her eyes were almost closing that pushed me but I rushed towards the cell gate and began rattling it, hoping it'll get our captor attention.
" Please, someone is injured here...helloooo?".
I guessed my tactics worked because soon i heard heavy footsteps approaching, making me sigh in relief. A guard in uniform came and he sneered at me but he opened the gate.
" She's there, she's..."..
SLAM
My head hit the concrete wall with a force that stole the air from my lungs.
Stars exploded behind my eyes as pain ricocheted through my skull. I crumpled to the floor, the taste of blood flooding my mouth. As if it wasn't enough, he kicked me in the ribs, sending me sprawling again. A wheezed breath left my lips as I braced myself for next hit and yes it came .
" You bitch! You think you're in your pack, uh? You think yo can make a ruckus here? You worthless shit, if I hear another word from you again, I swear I'm gonna come back and kill you". Each words came with a kick on my stomach, side... everywhere.
He didn't spare a glance at the injured girl before leaving the cell, shutting back the lock in place.
I scrambled to my feet, whole body protesting against the movement. Every breath I took felt like fire licking through my ribs, and my vision swam, but I forced myself up--because the girl still lay there, bleeding, shaking, her eyes barely open.
I dropped to my knees beside her, ignoring the sharp sting of stone against bruises. My hands hovered over her again, helpless. I have no training, no supplies, nothing but scraps of my own clothes. Still, I tore off a strip from the hem of my dress and pressed it against her stomach, trying to slow the bleeding.
"It's okay," I whispered, my voice raw. "You're going to be okay. Just hold on."
Her eyes flickered open at that, barely. "They took… Ronan…"
I paused. Ronan. Her mate? Her brother? I donty know. But whoever he was, he mattered to her—and they'd taken him.
"Don't talk," I said gently. "Just rest. I'm here."
She closed her eyes again, her hand weakly gripping my wrist. " They...it's the Shadowmoon pack. T-t-theyll probably kill u-us all".
My heart frozen as I realized that we are totally doomed. Shadowmoon pack? The one led by Alpha Kaelith? Alpha Kaelith is the most ruthless Alpha with many rumors about him. People says his wolf is a beast and that he killed his father when he was 15 and became the Alpha. They say his wolf drinks blood and eat flesh which is why he always intrude other packs-- so he can capture the wolfs there and feed them to his beast. He never leaves any survivor in the pack he intrudes...omg-- does this means our death is already certain?
It all makes sense now. No other pack is crazy enough to attack our pack as we have a really strong military base...or so I've heard
I sat down on the cold floor back in resignation when I noticed she's asleep now. The rise and fall of her chest assured me that she's still alive and not dead.
Is this it? Is this how my life is going to end? I haven't even get to meet my mate...I haven't been able to meet my wolf...do I even have a wolf-- the moon goddess didn't grant me one. Everyone said I was cursed because of my parents who were traitors to the pack. I don't know much about my parent, I don't even think I remember my mother face or my father's...he'll I don't even know what they did to be called traitors but it had been carved in my head since I was a kid so I never really questioned it.
I was brought out if my thoughts when the sharp echo of approaching footsteps returned, heavier this time. They're finally here to kill us. My heard started beating fast and I refused to look up. I stayed where I was, sitting with my legs folded beneath me and my arm draped protectively over the injured girl's body. My breath was shallow, labored, like my ribs were too fractured to expand properly.
I didn't care who was coming. If they were here to beat me again, so be it. If they are here to kill me then so be it. Maybe I'd go numb before they could finish.
The cell gate rattled before the lock clicked open with a sharp, final sound that echoed through the stone walls like a death sentence. A strange weight pressed against my chest, thick and suffocating-- and I found myself raising my head up to look
That's when I saw them
The pair of cold gray eyes that stared back into mine.
Everything inside me stilled.