3. Thirty- two

"Aaron is my twin brother." She nodded and tilted her head to watch me again. "But you didn't know that, did you?"

She tilted her head to look at me and waited for my answer but I didn't need to say anything. I knew that she knew that she had given away some information I hadn't known which may or may not prove to be detrimental to this pack of rogues. 

"Well, it's not like it matters. You won't be spilling any secrets while being strapped in a chair." She stood up from the ground and light spilled from behind me, which meant that the door of the room had opened. 

In the sliver of light, I could observe that like her whole countenance, the girls' eyes were fairly light and as light shined on them, they seemed to glow. I watched as she stiffened when her eyes met the person who was standing at the doorway of the room behind my back. 

The shadow that was being cast into the room signified that it was a man, probably even Aaron who had come around to check up on me and found his sister here. 

Without looking at me, she walked behind me. The door closed as they exited the room and the room plunged back into darkness. 

My muscles were beyond stiff and cranked because of sitting in this position for so long and I craved to shift or move to relieve myself of these aches. 

Now that I thought about it, it was quite useless to keep me chained to this chair. What could I possibly do against so many fully grown rogue wolves? I couldn't fight them all, I couldn't outrun them. For now, the only way to remain unharmed was to stay in this bloody room.

Apart from the horrible uncertainty of what was going to happen to me, all I ever felt was boredom. The danger of being kidnapped had come and gone, which led to the silent desolation of the suspense of what was going to happen now. I let my mind run in all the possible directions and every time I ended up being dead or very close to it. 

I had no idea for how long I had been kept here, in this room. It was nighttime when I had been taken away and considering that I had uncomfortably slept for a few hours, it must have been morning. One more thing kidnapped people didn't have the luxury of, knowing what time of the day it was. 

I didn't have any visitors after that pretty girl for several hours and I assumed that it must be almost midday by now. My stomach started growling in protest. I had eaten little last night because I was worried about both Ethan and Harper and my captors hadn't deemed it necessary to give me breakfast. It was a miracle really that the hunger pangs hadn't hit me before. 

The door behind me squeaked open and my body immediately tensed. It was another torture, facing away from the door. I wasn't able to see who had entered the room until the moment they stepped in front of me and the uncertainty made my skin crawl. I guess that was the effect these rogues were hoping for, to make my stay here as uncomfortable as possible. 

A rogue wolf I hadn't seen before entered my view holding a tray. By the small wafting from the tray, I knew that it was supposed to be my meal. He didn't look the least bit threatening and I watched him watch me for some time. He put the tray in my lap and took two steps away from me. My stomach growled as the smell of the door reached my nose but I couldn't eat it since my hands were tied. I looked up at him to find him already watching me. His face had a cruel look on him and he smirked at me. Without untying my hands, he walked around me. I jumped lightly in my seat when the loud crash of the door closing boomed in the room. 

I barely stopped myself from screaming out loud. What the hell just happened? This rogue didn't even have the decency to let me have my meal and instead left the tray in my lap to mentally torture me. My stomach growled again as the smell of food reached my nose and I groaned in frustration because I knew I wouldn't be able to eat it. I would have to watch it grow cold in my lap, so close yet so far. 

I closed my eyes to calm myself down and started to imagine something good, something that could take my mind off of the situation I was in. 

Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. 

I tried to picture myself with my parents sitting at a dinner table, laughing and teasing each other. I pictured the amazing nights I spent with my friends on a sleepover, watching movies all night. I pictured training for hours with Ethan. I pictured lying beside Harper, gazing into his green eyes and smiling wistfully. 

I spent a few hours with my eyes closed shut, trying my best to ignore the food sitting on my lap, so close yet too far away. I groaned in frustration and struggled with the thick rope around me. 

The rogues hadn't just bound my arms to the chair, they had also tied my torso to the chair, which made any movement difficult. I couldn't bend forward and I writhed in the rope in a futile attempt to loosen it. Tears of frustration and helplessness stung the back of my eyes as I watched the tray of food rattle in my lap with every movement I made. 

I immediately stilled as I heard the door of the room open. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the room flooded with light. I hated my bound state even more at the moment because the person who had entered would see my pathetic state and tear-stained cheeks. 

I stopped struggling immediately and lifted my chin to look as proud as I could look with tears trailing down my cheeks. The demure girl from a few hours ago slid into my view. Her eyes took me in from head to toe. She lingered on the tray in my lap for a moment but her blank mask didn't slip. 

I met her eyes unflinchingly, daring her to make a scathing comment on me. Instead, she walked towards me and swiftly untied the rope that bound both of my hands to the chair. 

Blood immediately rushed to my fingers and I clenched and opened my hands to get some feeling back into them. I winced as I noticed the bruising created by the tightly bound rope. "Thank you," I said to the girl and her lips lifted in a shy smile and she nodded her head politely. 

The food in the tray had long gone cold but in my ravenous state, I didn't notice. I ate the cold eggs which would have tasted like hard rubber some other time and the bacon which felt like chewing plastic. Nonetheless, grateful for any nourishment, I released a deep breath when I finished my meal and relaxed back into the chair. 

In my state, I hadn't noticed that the girl had the foresight to bring a bottle of water with her. I hadn't sipped water for more than a day and I hadn't realized how thirsty I was till she placed the bottle right in front of my eyes. I thanked her and took the bottle she offered. I unscrewed it and drank half of it in big, greedy gulps. 

I put the cap back on the bottle and kept it on the ground so that I could pick it back up whenever I felt like having a drink. I hadn't noticed that while I was busy quenching my thirst, she had sat down on the floor facing me, the exact position she had taken a few hours ago before we were interrupted. 

"Thank you so much," I whispered into the silence between us, genuinely thankful for her kind actions because even though she was a part of the group of people who had abducted me, she was the only one who had shown some semblance of respect towards me. 

She nodded her head in acknowledgment. "I'm Addison Rae. And you are?" 

The thought that it all may be a plot flashed in my mind. Maybe, all her kindness was a façade and her notice was to get out as much information from me as possible, starting with my name. That thought should have put a stop to any other inkling I had in me for some desperate human, or in this case semi-human, contact but there was this weird aura around her which made me want to trust her. 

It was hard to explain, this feeling that I had about her. It sounded stupid to my years but I couldn't just overlook what my guy was telling me to do. And right now, it was telling me to trust her, maybe talk to her a little. 

So, I spoke the truth. "I'm Zara." 

"I'm sorry my brothers are treating you this way. I don't know why they are keeping you all bound up as if you're some serious threat." If it had been said by someone else, I would have been seriously offended, because she had apologized and stated me incapable of inflicting substantial harm in the same sentence. 

Somehow from her mouth, the statement lacked any malice. But more than that, my mind immediately focused on the important information in her words. "Brothers? You have more than one?" 

"Yes, you have met Aaron. We have an elder brother." She said and dusted off some dirt off her shorts.

"Why are you telling me this?" 

"Well, you're hardly going anywhere with this information, aren't you?" She tilted her head and looked pointedly at me. 

No, I was not. The girl had a point.