Trapped

Elise's mind raced with thoughts of her coven, her heart aching with worry. What had happened to Sophie? Was she here too? Captured by the werewolves?

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, pacing the small room. She needed to escape, immediately. But how?

Back at the coven, Sophie lay in the soul bed, surrounded by candles and sacred herbs. The queen sat beside her, holding her hand.

"Sophie, my dear, please wake up," she whispered. "We need you now more than ever."

Ariana, the wise witch, entered the room. "Your Majesty, we've tried every spell, every potion. Sophie's magic is still recovering."

The queen's face twisted in distress. "And Elise? We still have no idea where she is or what Deuce plans to do with her."

The coven gathered around, discussing possible rescue plans. But every idea seemed to end in a dead-end.

"We can't just barge in," one witch said. "The werewolves will be ready for us."

"We need a stealthy approach," another suggested. "But how do we get past their defenses?"

The queen's eyes locked onto Ariana. "You're our best chance. Can you scry Elise's location?"

Ariana nodded, closing her eyes. But after a few moments, she shook her head. "I see nothing. Deuce's magic is too strong."

The coven fell silent, their faces etched with worry. Time was running out. They needed a miracle to save Elise.

Elise's stomach growled with hunger, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She paced around the room, but exhaustion eventually got the better of her. As she rested, a loud noise echoed outside her door, making her heart skip a beat.

She hid behind the bed, holding her breath. The noise grew louder, and she realized this might be her chance to escape. She crept out of the room, into the dark corridor.

The blackness was absolute, making her feel blind. She tiptoed forward, her hands outstretched in front of her. Suddenly, a voice cut through the darkness.

"Leaving so soon, Elise?"

Elise froze, her heart racing. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat.

A faint light flickered to life, illuminating the corridor. Deuce, the alpha werewolf, stood before her, his piercing eyes gleaming with intensity.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "You're my guest, and you'll stay here until I say otherwise."

Elise's mind raced. She knew she couldn't overpower him, but she had to try something. She raised her hands, summoning a weak spell.

He chuckled, his eyes flashing with amusement. "You think your magic can defeat me? I'm the alpha, Elise. Your powers are no match for mine."

And with that, he reached out, grasping her wrist with an iron grip.

Deuce's grip was like a vice, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a handcuff. Elise tried to pull away, but he held firm. She looked up at him, meeting his piercing gaze.

His eyes were a deep, piercing blue, the color of a stormy night sky. His hair was dark, messy, and fell across his forehead in a way that made her heart skip a beat. His jawline was sharp, his lips full, and his nose slightly crooked, as if it had been broken at least once. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and radiated an aura of power and control.

He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and scuffed up combat boots, giving off a bad-boy vibe that made Elise's heart race. But it was his eyes that held her captive, eyes that seemed to see right through her.

"You're not going anywhere," he repeated, his voice low and husky.

Elise tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She was trapped, and she knew it.

His gaze roamed over her face, his eyes lingering on her lips, her cheeks, her hair. Elise felt a shiver run down her spine as he pulled her closer, his breath whispering against her ear.

"You're mine now, Elise," he whispered. "And soon, you'll realize that's exactly where you want to be."

Elise's heart raced, her mind reeling with fear and confusion. What did he want from her? And why did she feel a twisted sense of excitement at his words?

Elise pushed back the flutter in her chest, remembering the dire situation she was in. She was a captive, a prisoner of the werewolves. Deuce's words were just a manipulation, a way to keep her under his control.

She glared at him, trying to hide her fear. "What do you want from me, Deuce?" she demanded, her voice firm.

Deuce's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a valuable asset, Elise. A witch with your powers could be very useful to me."

Elise's eyes narrowed. "I'll never help you," she spat, trying to sound braver than she felt.

Deuce chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Elise tried to summon her magic, but it was weak, drained from the stress and fear. Deuce's grip only tightened, his eyes flashing with a warning.

"Don't try it, Elise," he growled. "You won't win."

And with that, he pulled her back into the darkness, leaving Elise with more questions than answers. She knew she had to keep her wits about her, to find a way to escape before it was too late.

Elise stumbled, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness. His grip on her wrist was like a vice, pulling her through the winding corridors of the werewolf den.

She tried to think clearly, to come up with a plan. But her mind was a jumble of fear and adrenaline.

Finally, they stopped in front of a large wooden door. Deuce pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room with stone walls and a single torch flickering in the corner.

"Welcome to your new home," Deuce said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elise's eyes scanned the room, looking for any opportunity to escape. But the door was solid, the windows barred.

He pulled her into the center of the room, his eyes glinting with a fierce light.

"You're going to stay here until you agree to work with me," he growled.

Elise spat in his face. "I'll never work with you," she snarled.

Deuce's eyes flashed with anger, but he just smiled. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

And with that, he turned and left, locking the door behind him.

Elise was alone, trapped in the heart of the werewolf den. But she refused to give up. She would find a way to escape, no matter what it took.

Deuce locked the door behind him, his eyes never leaving Elise's defiant face. He chuckled to himself as he walked away, knowing she'd soon realize the futility of her situation.

He found Lucas waiting for him in the corridor, a curious expression on his face.

"What's the plan, Deuce?" Lucas asked, his voice low.

Deuce grinned. "Oh, I think our little witch will come around once she realizes her options."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "And if she doesn't?"

Deuce's grin grew wider. "Then we'll just have to persuade her. I have a few ideas."

Lucas nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I'm sure you do."

Deuce clapped Lucas on the back. "Let's give her some time to stew. I'll go check on her later."

Lucas nodded and turned to leave, but Deuce's voice stopped him.

"Lucas?"

"Yeah?"

"Make sure no one bothers her. I want her to know she's mine."

Lucas's smile grew wider. "Consider it done, Deuce."

And with that, Deuce continued on his way, leaving Lucas to wonder what he had planned for the feisty little witch.