005

~BREE~

I don’t know for how long I’ve been locked in this dark room, but it must have been for hours as it was getting darker and darker. I used to be afraid of the dark, but not anymore; now it was just something that gave me peace. Yes, my once-fear became my peace, as at least in the darkness I would forget about my misery and try to live another person's life.

If you ask me, I won’t even know when things started to go wrong—was it when my real parents died? When I met Jocelyn? When I got into that fight? Or when I mistakenly served Amber the wolfsbane? I honestly didn’t know, and I didn’t want to give it much thought.

I turned to the old woman whom I’d been calling since I got here, but there was still no response. Maybe she had died because the smell in here didn’t just feel like rats; she was dead as if she had been asleep, I could have heard her snores.

The thought of her death caused tears to roll down my cheeks freely; she was my only hope, and I once promised to get her out of there. No, I couldn’t let her die without me fulfilling my promise, but before I could call her one more time, I heard noises from the door, which made me move back on my butt until my back hit the wall.

They were here, and I didn’t know what punishment they were going to give me now.

My heart started racing just from the sound of their footsteps, and I closed my eyes, then hugged my knees and started muttering.

“I didn’t do it,” I repeated while I felt myself being helped to stand by two men, who then dragged me out. I wasn’t confused; I knew what was happening. I was being taken to the torture room, the room where Alpha Zander and others liked to torture me. Here was just for my sleep and a little bit of torture, but I received most of the pain in that room.

It didn’t take long to arrive there, as next I was seated on the chair, and the man tied my hands on the back of the chair and my legs together. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, Alpha Zander was standing right in front of me, playing with the blade of a knife.

“Where do I start?” He asked himself with a smirk on his face as if causing me pain was winning a war.

****

It’s been a month; I’ve been in the torture room forever. I knew it was a month, as Alpha Zander always wrote the date on the wall with my blood.

That night when they brought me here, he called the witch who always bound my wolf and took my powers, and after she was done with that, they sent her away, and Zander started torturing me. As predicted, he opened up that fresh wound with the knife and caused several others.

I’ve been here, and my body is sore. I didn’t even know why I was not dying, as Zander didn’t send me for treatment this time. They were convinced I purposely poisoned the champagne and that I was working for someone, but I wasn't, so the truth was what I always told them, but it never helped as they just ended up causing me pain.

I struggled and opened my eyes and saw Alpha Zander, who seemed to be waiting for me to open my eyes. He crossed his legs with a short glass in his hands, which had alcohol for a second before he brought it near his lips and gulped it down in one go.

“Still refuse to talk?!” He leaned in to ask, and I weakly shook my head; my lips were in pain from the dryness as they had scratches on them.

“I…”

“Fine,” he said, standing up and removing his blazer jacket. I knew what he was going to do as he started doing his sleeves, and I didn't think I could take any of those.

Luckily someone barged in and called him; it was Stephen. He said it was urgent. “I will be back,” he turned to me and said before he rushed out. I know it wasn't forever, but seeing him leave made me rest my head against the chair and close my eyes for a second.

“I will help you.” A voice made me open my eyes, and I saw a person who, from my blurry vision, I couldn't recognize as the person's body seemed to be covered. "Come, we don't have time,” he said, and then started untying my hands and then my legs. I thought I was imagining it until he took my hand and asked me to follow him.

“I… t-they…”

“A friend is playing with time, so it's only the two of us who can move for now,” he said, I nodded then dragged my legs and walked as fast as I could; even if this was just a dream, I wanted to succeed in it; who knew maybe it was really happening.

We reached downstairs, and there we passed by servants who seemed to be frozen, and it made me believe time was really paused.

Reaching outside, the man turned into a big wolf, and I didn't need him to tell me what to do as I painfully climbed onto his back and he started sprinting towards the woods.

He kept going until we were deep into the woods he stopped, and then I climbed down, in no time he transitioned back to his human form but was now naked, so I quickly looked away.

“I would cut ties with the Moon Valley pack if I were you,” he said, sounding like he was saying goodbye, so I turned and faced him. That's when I noticed the difference; he had long black hair and brown skin, which meant he was not from here. I opened my mouth to ask something, but he cut me. “I just did a friend a favor; now you can go your way,” he said, and again before I could ask, he jumped, transitioning into a wolf, then sprinting away.

Great! Just great! I was in the middle of the woods, a place where rogues ruled! A place where other wolves could pass by, and surely if they saw me, they would not hesitate to tear me into pieces, as I was already hated by everyone; I was known as a murderer, and I didn't even have Rain to guide me.