The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 25

CATHERINE

"...hurry up…"

"...grab the cages…"

"...they are at the entrance…"

"...run…"

On and on it went.

At first everywhere was deathly quiet. No one was talking, and I wasn't even hearing the whimpering sounds as usual.

It almost felt like I was alone.

And all of a sudden, a shout erupted.

Followed by hurried feet, and crashing sounds.

And now, I can hear snarls. The sounds of ripping flesh and painful cries.

There is a new player and I don't know if that will end well for me.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and I hear footsteps rush up to me. They pull the chains off and begin dragging me away.

"What is going on?" my wolf asks.

"How would I know? There is a bag over my head and I can't see anything. You on the other hand are supposed to be a super powerful wolf. Why can't you figure it out?"

"Powerful. Not omniscient. "

"We need to hurry! " The man holding me says to someone else, I can hear more than one breathing. "The boss would just hate it if she gets lost."

I am guessing that I am the she. And the boss is the one who has the creepy dead voice.

What is it with these people anyway? Are they going to kill me it not?

"What is wrong with you? Get up!" the man shouts at me.

I am hurried across an uneven floor, with a bag over my head and bleeding ankles.

It is only logical that I stumble.

They don't need to know it was intentional. Anything that would buy whoever it is that is attacking them more time.

"Her legs are bruised, you will have to pick her up," the other voice says.

The man grumbles as he lifts me roughly by my arm before throwing me over his shoulder.

"Come on. We can't waste any more time."

We then continue in that same hurried pace, with me praying for this nightmare to end.

We seem to be making a good escape until a loud, violent, and rage-filled snarl echoes around us.

The two men come to a fast halt.

There are no sounds for a few seconds and then there is a lot.

I feel them both turn around and continue running towards another exit, trying to escape the nerve-racking, demonic growl that keeps closing in on us.

Who is that?

Eventually, I become too much of a burden for the man to carry and he throws me down unceremoniously to the floor.

It was not a pretty fall.

You see, I was hanging over his shoulder with my head pointing at the floor and this bastard just shoved me to the side with such force, I can still hear my head ringing.

Both my head, my neck, and my back made contact with the floor at the same time.

The pain… is excruciating.

That is all I feel.

Like I have been broken.

The pain burns and I begin to feel lightheaded.

Yet, even in the pain, I can hear someone calling my name, over and over again.

"Catherine! Catherine, please hold on. Please stay with me."

It sounds like Damon, I think.

It is the last thought I have before I pass out.

Waking up is a surreal affair.

It is slow and gradual.