Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 12

"Sam, take Slave back to the cell and rough her up a bit. I'm sure it will help convince her to obey my demands,"

Sam grabs my arm, which is now covered in bruises, yanking me from the chair. The chair falls to the ground from the force. I'm dragged back to the cell. Sam enters the cell and slaps me. He then kicks me many times and throws me into the wall. I plead and beg him to stop, but he doesn't. I eventually fall unconscious from the beating.

I've lost track of how many days and nights I've been kept down here, but I'm guessing at least around ten days. Alpha Tate has come to see me a couple of times in hopes I would have changed my mind. He said he would let me out of the cell and back into the pack house once I agreed to heal him and the pack when needed. So, it looks like I'll be living down here for the rest of my life because I will never heal him again, even if it results in my death.

I'm only given a small bit of bread every few days and half a cup of water.

My stomach rumbles with hunger, and my lips start peeling and flaking from dehydration. I reassure myself I will be okay and free of this place soon.

Alpha Maximus

Having spent the last few weeks travelling through every packhouse on the map. I sigh heavily from exhaustion, "What's the name of the next pack' I ask Nathan.

"Blackwood, we will be there soon, but tomorrow night is a full moon. So I suggest we stay the extra night there to keep Chaos contained.'

"I suppose it's the safest thing to do," I say, agreeing with him.

As we park the car and step out, we suddenly feel a sense of doom. There's a dark and eerie feel to the Blackwood territory. Dead trees surround the place, and a storm is brewing beyond it, adding to the eerie darkness. The only sound we can hear is the wind gushing through the trees. The dead branches and trees dance like they are all in a ritual. The dry leaves crumple under our feet as we approach the front door. The packhouse is a black Gothic house with huge windows all around. I can see a white curtain moving. Pack members peek through the window at me. Dried vines cover the house. Nathan and I glance at each other, then back at the view. Nathan shudders.

"This place looks terrible," Nathan says.

"Yup...and we are stuck here for two nights.' I remind him.