The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 22

CATHERINE

"Raise and shine."

I startle awake at the noise, turning in the direction of the voice as if I could actually see him.

What is the point of putting a bag over my face if you are going to lock me in a truck? It's not like I could see anything.

Or say anything.

This gag was starting to fray into my mouth.

They didn't even have the decency to feed me. However, in retrospect, there is no point in wasting food on someone who is going to die.

"Come on," the voice says as he drags me off the truck. I crumble to the ground, having no strength to stand.

I am hungry and thirsty.

Starvation is a cruel way to die.

"Get up," the voice snarls.

It is not the same voice.

That is strange. 

The man apparently gives up and grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. He gives a few orders to the people around him and begins walking.

I vaguely remember the first voice being violent with someone who had walked into where I was kept. I couldn't see what was happening, but the sounds were enough to get an idea.

Whoever it was, is dead now.

He didn't want me to be seen by others.

So if he is not here, where is he?

What could make him risk me being seen by others?

Why did we move?

"...They are very good at tracking."

Had they found us? 

Damon?

If so, then that means… 

I don't know what that means.

No, that is not true.

I don't want to believe what that means. I am too scared to believe it.

That he would still want me. Melissa must have discovered that some of the clothes are missing. Clothes that I insisted on buying. They must have found the note.

And still, they are searching for me.

The thought is both frightening and hopeful.

On one hand, I want them to find me, on the other, what happens when they do?

Will they forgive me? Can they? I played them after all.

I don't dare comprehend the answer. Unwilling to face what the result from any of the beers will be.

Not too long, I am dropped unceremoniously on the floor. The man begins to chain me up when he hears a call from outside.

With a curse, he turns around and leaves, forgetting the chains.

"Catherine?" my wolf whispers.

"Hey," I say. "How are you holding up?"

"I should be asking you that. You haven't eaten."

"I know. I can't be bothered by that now. We are going to die."

"no, we aren't."

"You always say that. But how can you be so sure?"