Pain erupted from the base of my skull. And while I tried to get myself into a more comfortable position, I realized that I was tied to something. And my limbs hurt.
I couldn't move my hand nor could I move my legs. Also, I felt something cover my eyes, a blindfold of some sort. Fear almost made me panic as my breathing became labored and I knew if I gave way to the panic building up inside of me, I might pass out again because the air in the room I was put in was thin.
And it smelt damp like I was in an old abandoned building. I tried one more time to turn into my wolf so she could get us out of here. But I couldn't feel her and the panic I tried to push back, came rushing back.
It reminded me of the time when I was little and was bullied by some boys my age and I was locked in the cupboard for a day. I eventually passed out from fright and from that day my dear of small spaces grew like a wildfire and being blindfolded with little to no air in the room, the memories came back in full force.
I feared I might pass out. I tried counting to a hundred. It was what I did whenever I was woken up from a bad dream.
Then it stopped not because I finally took control of my emotions but because of the footsteps I heard. Finally, someone was coming to me. I couldn't even begin to imagine who might be behind my abduction. The first thought that came to me was Ryven because he never wanted me back to Alexander in the first place.
But thinking about it, I knew it wasn't possible except he was able to break out of the power of my compulsion. Although I didn't know how strong my compulsion could be, I just hoped it wasn't him.
Which brought me to another assumption. Before I was taken, Orion talked about Dianne's mother. Would she go that far just to get what she wants?
My thoughts were cut short by the noise the door made. And I was right because the door made a creaky sound which meant I was in an old house. And I wondered if I was still in the pack. I doubted it because I could no longer feel the pack. I wasn't still accepted into the pack. It would be hard for Alexander to find me because he would have to work with my smell alone.
And I knew whoever was behind this wasn't foolish enough not to mask my scent. Which means bi was in this alone. Even if I wanted to give up because I knew it would be basically impossible, I had to fight because of my child.
I had never been a fighter. But just this once, I would be for her.
The blindfold was yanked from my eyes and it took me a while to realize what was happening. The room was dark, too dark for me to make out the face of the man standing before me with an eerie smile on his face which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"I thought you would never wake up. I had almost done the horrifying action of waking you up myself and you know what that means," he smirked and I shivered because Ii knew exactly what he was talking about.
At that time, my eyes had slowly adjusted to the light in the room. There wasn't any source of light in the room except for a small window. It was too high up for me to make out what was outside. But from the noise, I knew we were somewhere in the middle of the woods.
I heard leaves rustling. "Fuck you!" I spat at the bulky man who was a huge mass of muscles.
"Smart ass, huh? Let's see how far you can go with this tongue. But first I have to inform her you are awake," he said and looked at me, waiting for me to say more to him.
And I knew I had to distract him even if I had no idea what I would be distracting him for.
"I'd like to see you try. Just because I am tied up doesn't mean you can beat me up. Whoever your boss is, must have told you who I am," I smirked and I watched in glee as his face morphed into anger.
With one stride, he was in front of me and roughly took hold of my jaw. His hands were strong and huge as they wrapped around my jaw in a surprising precision.
"Don't run your mouth here. Unless you will regret ever meeting someone like me."
I glared at him, "And if I don't? I'm sure your boss wouldn't be so pleased if you killed me. What use could I be to her if you do? And I'm sure if you do, a worse fate will be waiting for you," I spat at him, reveling in the feeling as anger coursed through him, his eyes a burning coffee color.
His hand tightened on my jaw. I felt like he had the intent of snapping them into two.
"True," he admitted and my eyes widened in surprise as he let go of me. "But what you failed to realize is that she wouldn't give a dipshit whether you are hurt or not," and with that, his hands flew in the air and landed on my cheeks with a resounding slap.
For a moment, I forgot what it was like to hear sounds as my ears had a dull ringing before finally feeling the impact of his slap. He put so much force behind the slap as I looked at the ground.
"Cat got your tongue bitch?" He laughed maniacally. And I turned to face him. Anger coursed through me but it pained me that I couldn't show him what it felt like to hurt someone who was a descendant of the moon goddess.
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