I stretched open my mouth, feeling the stiffness in my jaw as I blinked open my dry, sore eyes. I was still in the same position I had spent goodness only knows how long, but to me if felt like days… even weeks when I fell in and out of sleep. My stomach was tightening and contracting from my constant refusal to eat, shooting with pains of hunger. The skin on my lips were cracked and bloodied and the left side of my body felt almost numb from lying on it for so long. I knew I was of no use to help anyone in my state, but I couldn’t allow my wolf to be responsible for the deaths of thousands. Whitlock and Clemonte were only a touch away from complete annihilation and I could only hope that they had some sort of genius plan to defeat Zach and the nightwolves. Though from what Zach said, Clemonte were completely unaware, I could only imagine how unprepared they were going to be when they’re pack are completely wiped out.To my dismay, the cell door creaked open, and I croaked a wearisome
“This can’t be happening”. I wept to myself as I led across the cold hard floor. My body was shivering from the lack of nutrients and daylight. The poison was attacking my human cells and parts of my memory were already beginning to fade and mesh into one timeline. I couldn’t remember anything about the fire, just seeing the burning flames, I couldn’t remember my first day at the camp, and only snippets remained of when I first shifted. My two forms were a war, I’d suddenly feel an urge to attack, and I’d try to fight against it, which only left me even weaker and in tears.“This can’t be it!” I murmured to myself. My humanity was seizing to exist, but for now I could still feel the pain of what was happening to Leo, Izzy and Dante, and the overwhelming love I had for them, and even though it was agony, I held onto it. Clinging to my emotions would slow down the change, and I hoped it would be enough to still feel compassion and a sense of morality when it came to being used by Zach.
It was a slow few hours as blood dripped from my wrist and stained the ground, and even though I still felt hazy and weak, my mind felt clearer, and I could stand without my legs buckling. I tore a piece of my shirt and wrapped it around the wound, not being able to heal it myself, it was my only other option to stop an infection. I heard the banging of the outside door and I quickly led down and closed my eyes, pretending to still be in the same state Zach last saw me in, too frail to even open my eyes. I heard his footsteps and the sound of the cell door clanging. His footsteps moved closer, and I could feel him hovering over me. I let out a fake exhausted breath, but the voice I heard surprised me, and I peeped through my lashes to see who was in the cell with me. “You’re not so scary”. He chuckled, and it definitely wasn’t Zach. This man had a bald head, a fresh cut across his lip and half of his left
I felt incredibly uneasy all night as I tried to rest in the dug out fox hole, Zach had returned a few hours later to find I was gone. The constant thudding of feet running past, the shouting of demands to “fucking find her and drag the bitch back” echoed through the silence of the forest. I’d hear him growl loudly in frustration the longer time passed without any of his men being successful.Any time one of them ran past, I was so tempted to reach out, grab them by the ankles and pull them into the hole to kill them, but all night my body kept trembling and dazing in and out from the effects of the mushrooms and the poison attacking each other, and without the special herbs my grams used, the poison wouldn’t be completely erased from my body.My eyes suddenly shot open to the sounds of the birds chirping nearby and the daylight shining through the gaps of the brambles. I inhaled deeply, marvelling in the delight of how strong and fresh my lungs felt. I stretched my legs and they felt
I stayed in my wolf form as I went from room to room to find the others, but so far apart from a small dirty kitchen and mismatched beds in all the rooms, I hadn’t found anything that would lead me to the nightwolves, or my friends and Leo.I could feel my frustration and worry start to boil as I rushed through each room again, tearing and hauling things around in anger. I flung the beds across the rooms and tore through the kitchen, fear thumping in my heart that he hadn’t even kept them here, he only bought them on the days he wanted to taunt me… Did he have some other secret building he was holding them in? I wanted them in front of me right now! I wanted to get every person out of this dark, dank, disgusting place and out into the daylight and fresh air! They deserved their freedom today, the same freedom as I now had!I panted and growled, sniffing the floor for any of their scents, if they weren’t kept here, at least I know they had been here, and I might be able to track them.
The way I had pushed my wolf and myself today was exhilarating. To have gone from a weak, hopeless prisoner, spending her days lying on a dirty floor, to this!.... to who I really am! To be able to breathe in the crisp forest air that had a blissful aroma of blooming wildflowers and earthy mud that squelched beneath my worn down shoes. But so far, I had been the only one able to enjoy our newfound freedom.After getting everyone out of that wretched place, I had reluctantly gone back inside needing to find something to help me move everyone further away. To my shock and disgust, I found a stack of makeshift carts that they had obviously used to bring all the nightwolves here. There were patches of dried blood, claw marks and black fur stuck in between the gaps of the wood planks. I hated to use them again, to lay all their bodies onto the muck and crust, but it was the only way to move them all together.I had spent an entire night in my wolf form pulling them along with the attached
I had barely slept the night, constantly listening out for any noises nearby, my mind constantly imagining Zach or what was left of his men watching and waiting to pounce and drag us away again. Then I’d be paranoid anytime Leo’s breaths seemed weaker, or his heart beat slowed. I spent many of the hours resting my head on his chest, needing the reassurance of his heart beat to tell me he was still holding on… he’d be ok…. He had to be! I wrung out the cloth with water and gave it to Dante to bathe Izzy. He was managing to sit up properly today, and he was eager to be able to stand by the end of the day, as he looked over at the stream and craved to cover himself head to toe and lay beneath the water. As he lovingly tended to her, I went from plant to plant, picking handfuls of yarrow, washed it, then crushed it against a flat pebble, intending to use it for everyone’s wounds. I started with Leo as his looked close to infection. One gash after another, I covered each one with the mix
I almost cried, and I probably could have if I wasn’t extremely dehydrated, but there it was…. I could see it just in the distance. The gates of Lundberg, just ahead on the trail. Our refuge, our ray of sunshine beckoning me towards it through the grey clouds and heavy rain.My shoes and ankles slopped in the drenched mud, as I had to yank my foot up out of it with each step, dragging the wheels of the carts through it’s slush. My throat rasped and groaned for air as black fuzzy spots distorted my vision.“It’s Lundberg!”. I heard Dante shout from behind me. He had tried to help me with the carts but was still too weak and almost collapsed after only one mile.“Lund….ber… berg”. I tried to reply, but my voice barely came out in a whisper.I knew I was getting closer, but the more I pushed myself along, the further it seemed to feel. My head started to wobble back and forth, flashing in and out of a blank, dark daze. I kept trying to snap out of it and focus on the gates. The gates, ge