Clementine:
I did not understand what was happening to me, and it felt as if my identity was something else entirely, yet I did not know what it was.
I had become completely blank, and inside my mind there was only silence most of the time, though sometimes a sudden storm would rise without a warning.
Whenever I came back to my senses, I looked around at the people near me, but every face appeared blurred.
It felt like I had been rejected recently, yet when that thought surfaced, I remembered my mates, and I was still mated to them, I think. But who were they? I could not understand that either.
As I waited in the room for those strangers to return, an unknown face suddenly appeared in front of me.
"Oh, Clementine. I should have known you would be with one of them," he said.
"Who are you?" I asked him, noticing how comfortably he roamed around the room, checking one thing after another. It seemed as if he was not only aware of the layout, but also had all the time in the world.
He stared at me when he heard my question, then tilted his head as if a thought had just occurred to him.
"You don’t know me?" he asked, pointing at his chest and raising his eyebrows to make sure he had heard me correctly.
"No, I don’t. Have we met before?" I questioned, pressing my head as I tried to understand who this person was. To be honest, he looked a little hostile to me.
"Oh, you don’t know me?" he repeated, more to himself than to me.
"Have we met before?" I asked again, trying to understand why he was roaming around the place I was in if he was a complete stranger. And if he was not, then why the hell could I not remember him?
"Actually, I’m your friend," he uttered, and I tilted my head in even more confusion.
"Yes, basically, we have been friends for a very long time. You always come to confide in me whenever you are in trouble," he continued as he circled the room, reaching to one side and then moving to the other, like a predator.
"We were friends?" I asked, trying to confirm whether the person in front of me was a danger or not.
He nodded confidently, but something told me that was not the case.
I had met other strangers just moments ago, but him, he was exuding major bad vibes.
"Yes, and you’re supposed to go somewhere with me."
As soon as he said that, he stopped at the edge of the bed and raised his hand toward me, as if asking me to hold it.
That was when something switched inside me, and I shook my head.
"No, I will wait for my friends to come," I replied, shaking my head once again.
He clicked his tongue and lowered his hand, looking disappointed, almost as if it were my fault that I had said no and now I would face the consequences.
"You may please leave the room and return only when they come back," I requested, pulling the blanket up to my legs and then to my chest as I watched him stare at me with a blank look on his face, as if he were anticipating what to do next.
There was an agitation in his body that made me anxious.
"Well then, you leave me no choice," he stated.
The way he spoke carried only hostility, and before I could react, he lunged at me.
I tried to push him away with my hands, but I was not myself. I was weak, so weak that I could not even fight back properly or protect myself, and I did not understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had to save myself, yet I could not do it.
He overpowered me, and for a moment his fingers wrapped tightly around my throat before everything went dark.
When I regained consciousness, I realized I was being transported inside a cage, and many people were gathered around me. It seemed like some kind of basement, though I had no idea where I was, and I felt completely lost.
"So finally you are in our hands. You see, evil always meets a bad end," a woman said as she stepped forward.
Everything about her was white, from her hair to her clothes. She looked like an angel at first glance, but when she began speaking, her tone was extremely harsh.
"I don’t understand who you are. Why are you speaking to me like this? And why am I locked inside a cage?" I whispered.
As soon as I said that, everyone looked at each other.
"What is she talking about?" a man said from the side.
I kept staring at him because it felt as if I had seen him somewhere before, and yet at the same time it felt like I had not.
"Alpha, please. She does this kind of drama. I told you she lies to protect herself," the woman said again, silencing him.
By then I understood that he was the Alpha, and I felt like I had seen him in passing before, though I still could not understand who he really was.
Then she turned back to me.


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