Becky “What is that sound?” I mutter, dragging myself out of the hall. Groaning, my finger brushes over my head, to feel something sticky and wet. Raising my arms towards my eyes, I blink and wince at the pain. “What's happening?” Howl What was that? I turn, searching. Everywhere I looked, chaos unfolded. People running in every direction, their faces contorting with fear and desperation. Boom! I flinched at the explosion, crouching instinctively, but I forced myself to keep moving—more like limping. My towel-clad body screamed for rest, my weak healing ability barely keeping up. I was hungry, exhausted, and too drained to will my body into repairing itself. Clawing my way out of Robbe's corpse had drained all of my energy, I was still recovering from it. Another scream tears through the air, sharp and piercing. My heart raced. The ground beneath my feet feels unsteady as someone shoves past me, nearly knocking me over. “Hey! Watch out.” I admonish stumbli
Hannah“Do I hear plus five? Plus five hundred dinar for goods number five? Plus five hundred anybody? ” A rhythmic voice shouts.What's going on? I wonder, my head aching as I struggle to open my eyes.“Going once! Going twice!”The buzz of voices overwhelmed me, the stench of sweat and tightly wound bodies wafted towards me, hitting me like a punch to the gut and panic started to set in as I struggled to open my eyes. I feel a striking pain at the back of my head and groan as I reach over to touch it, but something pulls me back preventing any movement.Where am I? “Sold!” the voice booms again, followed by the thud of travel hitting something solid. Shocking me into motion.Forcing my heavy lids to open, my eyes frantically searching for answers. All I see is darkness, confused I blink twice in the hope that I wasn't seeing things, but still, the view remains the same.Dark and cold.“Hello is anyone there?” I call out, squinting my eyes to see beyond, no one answers, except for
Alpha EamonThe sharp thuds of my boots hit the concrete floor, as I paced my father's office.“Father we have to search for Hannah. She's out there alone without any survival skills. We must bring her back before it's too late.”A similar set of eyes covered by a pair watched as I paced through the toom, his expression dull and unflinching, “Eamon I already told you we can't do that. Hannah chooses her path…”“But she's the only lead we have. We have to find her. She has the information we need about the witch!” I interrupted, pounding my fist on his desk.Alpha Rowan frowned at my display of anger, his finger moved to arrange the files disrupted, before looking up at me, with a sigh, “Are you still up on that Eamon? I thought we already agreed, that Hannah was working alone. It was her decision to poison you after you rejected her. She had no accomplices, Eamon, so drop it.”“How then do you explain the poison gotten from her which can only be made by a seasoned witch, “ I asked wi
Hannah No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. My plans of escape was slowly slipping out my fingers, I might be innocent but I still understood business, I knew I had a better chance of survival being sold to a simple buyer that to the highest bidder. I would become a toy, a plaything, used and destroyed, my visions of revenge, of making Eamon suffer would be gone just like that.My promise to Maya broken. No, I cannot accept this. My heart beat frantically, as I scan through the crowd, despite my vision blurry from the slap, I am desperate to see who had bought me. But there's is no relief, as my eyes clashes with greedy eyes, leering into my very soul each ridden with a hunger that burns my skin. Their lip upturned into wild laughter at my actions and my stomach churn with disgust. I heaved out desperate to release the lumped stuck in my throat, the guard push me away with a look of disgust as he mumbles something about me not throwing up on him. But I don't listen I am
Hannah I stared in awe at the pair of black eyes holding my gaze. The man in front of me is broad shouldered and tall, with tiny scar littered all over his tanned skin, but that doesn't hide his good looks. Or the smirk he was currently throwing my way. His arm is folded. “Throwing punches huh?' he drawled, leaning on the closed door, "I see you've finally grown a backbone since the time we last met.” The makeshift weapon trembles in my hands before they clatter on the ground and my hands reach out to cover my mouth, muffling my shout of joy. “Micheal?” I asked as though unsure of the person I was seeing. How. Why. How could I explain that the man accessing me looked exactly like my brother, except for his broad shoulders and height, his eyes remained as I remembered it. But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be, Micheal had gone missing at the age of sixteen. The pack warriors has gone in search of him and had concluded he had died. Tears pooled in the pockets of my eyes as th
HannahIs this for real? I muttered to no one in particular, my mouth open wide at the opulence before me.“This will be your room, miss” Ana the woman Micheal later introduced to me would be my guide said pushing the door open, her lips upturned in a soft smile. “It is not much but it is what we could come up with, considering the little time Boss gave us.”Not much? Balked, staring back at the room she had escorted me to, painted with the lightest shade of purple, it contained a maxi bed, two process cupboards, a wardrobe, and a plush cream carpet, that looked good enough to sleep with. Not commenting on the mini fridge and speaker I see perched on the cupboard.If this wasn't much then what was? Her words totally destroyed my worldview.“You knew I was coming,” I asked my voice sharper than I intended, my eyes focused on her for any change of expression.Ana shook her head, “Not really. It's just Boss Micheal was lucky to have overheard a girl fitting your description was to be sol
Hannah“No, our parents are dead.” Michael's firm voice is like a bucket of cold water, wrenching me from my grand delusions, “Sadly, they didn't survive the fire.”“Oh,” I muttered, lowering my head to hide the tears that suddenly welled up.I'd known the truth. I knew it wasn't possible. There was no reason for my parent to still be alive and not come for me and yet I'd held on to hope.That by some miracle, they were well alive and healthy somewhere waiting for me.The sadness doesn't diminish, no matter how hard I try and I can't help it when A single silent tear trickles down my cheeks.I sighed deeply, and leaned into my seat, a soft cushioned chair, facing opposite Micheal. We are alone in his office. Ana had left after delivering me to Micheal, with a promise to return and a wink.Although I am grateful for her advice, there is still a tension between Micheal and I, like an invisible screen standing in-between and I can't bring myself to look at my brother.A few minutes ago
Hannah “Danger alert! The destroyer is walking!” A loud cry echoed through the path, followed by snide laughter that seemed to come from everywhere at once. The crunch of my boots on the gravel wasn't enough to drown out the frantic thud of my heart as I made my way to the center of the pack. A crowd had gathered, busy decorating the hall for tonight's event. With my head held high, I pushed through the throng, ignoring the disapproving stares and whispered insults that grew louder with every step. "Should she even be here?" a voice hissed. "If she touches anything, it'll be ruined," someone muttered, loud enough for me to hear. I took a steadying breath, shaking off the sharp pang of disappointment. You’re used to this, Hannah. Don’t let them get to you. The comments, whether whispered or brazen, were as much a part of my life as the air I breathed. I squared my shoulders. The Alpha himself had granted me permission to attend never mind the fact that I had to beg Luna Ivy for
Hannah“No, our parents are dead.” Michael's firm voice is like a bucket of cold water, wrenching me from my grand delusions, “Sadly, they didn't survive the fire.”“Oh,” I muttered, lowering my head to hide the tears that suddenly welled up.I'd known the truth. I knew it wasn't possible. There was no reason for my parent to still be alive and not come for me and yet I'd held on to hope.That by some miracle, they were well alive and healthy somewhere waiting for me.The sadness doesn't diminish, no matter how hard I try and I can't help it when A single silent tear trickles down my cheeks.I sighed deeply, and leaned into my seat, a soft cushioned chair, facing opposite Micheal. We are alone in his office. Ana had left after delivering me to Micheal, with a promise to return and a wink.Although I am grateful for her advice, there is still a tension between Micheal and I, like an invisible screen standing in-between and I can't bring myself to look at my brother.A few minutes ago
HannahIs this for real? I muttered to no one in particular, my mouth open wide at the opulence before me.“This will be your room, miss” Ana the woman Micheal later introduced to me would be my guide said pushing the door open, her lips upturned in a soft smile. “It is not much but it is what we could come up with, considering the little time Boss gave us.”Not much? Balked, staring back at the room she had escorted me to, painted with the lightest shade of purple, it contained a maxi bed, two process cupboards, a wardrobe, and a plush cream carpet, that looked good enough to sleep with. Not commenting on the mini fridge and speaker I see perched on the cupboard.If this wasn't much then what was? Her words totally destroyed my worldview.“You knew I was coming,” I asked my voice sharper than I intended, my eyes focused on her for any change of expression.Ana shook her head, “Not really. It's just Boss Micheal was lucky to have overheard a girl fitting your description was to be sol
Hannah I stared in awe at the pair of black eyes holding my gaze. The man in front of me is broad shouldered and tall, with tiny scar littered all over his tanned skin, but that doesn't hide his good looks. Or the smirk he was currently throwing my way. His arm is folded. “Throwing punches huh?' he drawled, leaning on the closed door, "I see you've finally grown a backbone since the time we last met.” The makeshift weapon trembles in my hands before they clatter on the ground and my hands reach out to cover my mouth, muffling my shout of joy. “Micheal?” I asked as though unsure of the person I was seeing. How. Why. How could I explain that the man accessing me looked exactly like my brother, except for his broad shoulders and height, his eyes remained as I remembered it. But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be, Micheal had gone missing at the age of sixteen. The pack warriors has gone in search of him and had concluded he had died. Tears pooled in the pockets of my eyes as th
Hannah No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. My plans of escape was slowly slipping out my fingers, I might be innocent but I still understood business, I knew I had a better chance of survival being sold to a simple buyer that to the highest bidder. I would become a toy, a plaything, used and destroyed, my visions of revenge, of making Eamon suffer would be gone just like that.My promise to Maya broken. No, I cannot accept this. My heart beat frantically, as I scan through the crowd, despite my vision blurry from the slap, I am desperate to see who had bought me. But there's is no relief, as my eyes clashes with greedy eyes, leering into my very soul each ridden with a hunger that burns my skin. Their lip upturned into wild laughter at my actions and my stomach churn with disgust. I heaved out desperate to release the lumped stuck in my throat, the guard push me away with a look of disgust as he mumbles something about me not throwing up on him. But I don't listen I am
Alpha EamonThe sharp thuds of my boots hit the concrete floor, as I paced my father's office.“Father we have to search for Hannah. She's out there alone without any survival skills. We must bring her back before it's too late.”A similar set of eyes covered by a pair watched as I paced through the toom, his expression dull and unflinching, “Eamon I already told you we can't do that. Hannah chooses her path…”“But she's the only lead we have. We have to find her. She has the information we need about the witch!” I interrupted, pounding my fist on his desk.Alpha Rowan frowned at my display of anger, his finger moved to arrange the files disrupted, before looking up at me, with a sigh, “Are you still up on that Eamon? I thought we already agreed, that Hannah was working alone. It was her decision to poison you after you rejected her. She had no accomplices, Eamon, so drop it.”“How then do you explain the poison gotten from her which can only be made by a seasoned witch, “ I asked wi
Hannah“Do I hear plus five? Plus five hundred dinar for goods number five? Plus five hundred anybody? ” A rhythmic voice shouts.What's going on? I wonder, my head aching as I struggle to open my eyes.“Going once! Going twice!”The buzz of voices overwhelmed me, the stench of sweat and tightly wound bodies wafted towards me, hitting me like a punch to the gut and panic started to set in as I struggled to open my eyes. I feel a striking pain at the back of my head and groan as I reach over to touch it, but something pulls me back preventing any movement.Where am I? “Sold!” the voice booms again, followed by the thud of travel hitting something solid. Shocking me into motion.Forcing my heavy lids to open, my eyes frantically searching for answers. All I see is darkness, confused I blink twice in the hope that I wasn't seeing things, but still, the view remains the same.Dark and cold.“Hello is anyone there?” I call out, squinting my eyes to see beyond, no one answers, except for
Becky “What is that sound?” I mutter, dragging myself out of the hall. Groaning, my finger brushes over my head, to feel something sticky and wet. Raising my arms towards my eyes, I blink and wince at the pain. “What's happening?” Howl What was that? I turn, searching. Everywhere I looked, chaos unfolded. People running in every direction, their faces contorting with fear and desperation. Boom! I flinched at the explosion, crouching instinctively, but I forced myself to keep moving—more like limping. My towel-clad body screamed for rest, my weak healing ability barely keeping up. I was hungry, exhausted, and too drained to will my body into repairing itself. Clawing my way out of Robbe's corpse had drained all of my energy, I was still recovering from it. Another scream tears through the air, sharp and piercing. My heart raced. The ground beneath my feet feels unsteady as someone shoves past me, nearly knocking me over. “Hey! Watch out.” I admonish stumbli
Hannah “Stay back!” I snap, my voice sharp and trembling, though I force it to sound steady. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t you dare. You’ll regret it.” My grip tightens around the splintered piece of wood I’d grabbed in a hurry—a makeshift weight Viola had been using to barricade the door. I glance nervously toward the door, craning my neck, hoping, praying for Viola to return quickly. Where was she? She shouldn't be taking so long. She said she’d only be a minute. “She’s not coming back anytime soon, Red,” Robbe sneers, his voice thick with amusement, his eyes flashing with something cryptic and dark. “Shut up,” I hissed, my tone harsh yet laced with desperation. “I told you to stay back. The both of you!” My eyes flicker between the two men, both looming over me like hyenas thirsting over raw meat. Robbe chuckled, his laughter low and crude as he stepped closer, his boots thudding against the floor with deliberate slowness. This psycho. He is enjoyi
Hannah “I hate this,” I whispered fiercely, pushing myself off the hardened foam mattress beneath me. Every inch of my body ached from the strain, exhaustion clawing at me, yet sleep refused to come. All I could do was pray for morning to arrive—though I knew it wouldn’t bring relief. The night dragged on, slow and unending, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mind churned with plans for revenge, each one more outrageous and daring than the last. But none of them mattered—not yet. Not until I escaped this place. How could I, though? Could I even manage it if I tried? Without a map or a phone, I didn’t stand a chance. I’d paid attention during the journey here, captured and hauled away by Boss Silas and his men. Yet, I’d seen no opportunities for escape, no chance to slip away unnoticed. Worse still, I had no idea where I was now. Silas had smugly mentioned it was “far more beautiful than the Empire,” but I hadn’t bothered to take his words seriously. Still, it didn’t