Chapter 5

Slowly trying to open my eyes, I am barely able to open them, and everything is blurry. I am hurting all over. My hands are not cuffed anymore so someone must have been back to check on me.

 And these is a water bottle next to me, which I grab to rinse the blood taste out of my mouth spitting it into the bucket with water on the side. Pouring some of the water in my hand to run it over my face. It eases the pain slightly. I should just fight them next time they come in, I will just have to make sure I run faster than they do once I am out, or I need to knock them out enough so they can’t raise the alarm and I am gone before they will know.

“You don’t want to do that. Alpha Faron doesn’t take kindly to those running away and fighting his guards.” I hear a voice say through the window.

“They beat you up bad, I know but hang in there. I am surprised actually that you haven’t talked yet.” The voice sounds familiar, kind of friendly. What makes me feel uneasy is that now I know there is someone I can feel the energy surrounding him. I blame the pain overpowering my senses.

I lean with my back against the wall taking a sip from the bottle to try sooth my pain. “Still not talking, huh? They will be back in a few hours and once they know you are up, they will beat you again. They will not let you recover fully but beat you back down till you break. I am working on Alpha Faron though. He is convinced you have been sent as spy, but he plans on taking you to be one of his Girls. However,… I know you are special.” He pauses after this, waiting for me to reply.

…

“Who are you?” my voice breaks as I try to speak.

“So, you can speak after all. My Name isn’t important but it’s Jackson if you must know. I will get you out of here, okay, just try heal up don’t fight back. I promise you, I nearly got him where I want him to be. Hang in there.” With that Jackson leaves and I am all alone again.  

Left with my thoughts I now realise I am not as strong as I thought I was. How in the right state of mind did I think I can leave my Brother, my Family, my Pack and be free? Look where I ended up. I am imprisoned, beaten up because I refuse to tell them my name or where I am from. I need to get out of here one way or another. Should I trust this person who I have never met? How does he know that I am special at all? And how did he know I was thinking of fighting back?

I try to get up, pain shooting through my body it is almost forcing me back to the ground. I move the chair to where the window is, just to try take a glimpse outside. Everything is still a bit fuzzy, but I can feel my body trying to heal itself. I sit myself on the chair, stroking over the cuts left in my wrists from the chains. My Body is bruised all over and it hurts like hell, but I am alive. If that’s what you want to call it. Closing my eyes, I try to concentrate on the noises made outside, I can hear other chains moving and moans from not too far away, highly doubt I am the only prisoner around here. When we walked back from the Throne room, I am sure I could see some other cottages around.

Alpha Faron, why can’t I recall what was said about him. It’s so odd, usually I am quite good remembering things, and I am so sure I heard his name before. I hear footsteps, they are coming for me yet again, I can feel it. The anticipation of beating a young wolf up till she passes out, the fun they have doing this is unbelievable. I can feel something else near me too. Energy. Jackson must be close. I think about the warmth that radiates off him how Zain felt to me when he would join me laying down in the grass after a hard day of training. The last day we had been together, how good it felt with the sun on my skin and having my brothers close. The door opens but I don’t even flinch at the sound of the door screeching open. The world is now starting to turn slower as if I was leaving my Body, I see clear the trio entering the cottage, having built their confidence up to the max. Cheering either other on with laughter and banter. The fun of beating someone up who is chained unable to defend themselves. The bloodlust when I start to cough up blood.

“Oh, look she is already sitting on the Chair waiting for her next lot… So, Girl once again are you going to talk now?” The skinny tall guy called Jon is already rubbing his hands as he can barely hide his excitement to beat me once again to the ground.

…

He is readying himself for another attack. Stood tall in front of me just moving his arm slightly backwards ready for the first punch towards my abdomen once again.

A swift move of my hand blocks him just the moment before he is able to land his hit, leaving him to completely miss any part of my body. He certainly wasn’t prepared for this. He struggles to keep his posture. His Face now changes to a bright red and even Rowan struggles to gasp what has happened.

“What was that?” Jon asks furious as he looks confused over to Rowan.

“I am not sure; did you trip over or something?” Rowan answers just as perplexed. The Third one now tries his luck. “Here let me have the first go this time. You are still too bloody drunk from last night, you amateur.” He tries but with him I barely even have to lift my hand to block it, he really isn’t a strong fighter at all.

“You Con, Loren, she had you then.” Jon shouts in laughter.

“You aren’t f!cking around with us girl. You shouldn’t even dare try fight us because it won’t end in a good way. I have your head, pretty or not.” Rowan is now stood fuming and shouting in front of me. I haven’t even had to look up to block either of their attacks. Every minute they let me recover, I am getting stronger. Healing by the second regaining my confidence I once had.

A Deep breath in, feeling how their confidence now disappears. How they are starting to doubt themselves. Rowan takes initiative trying to land a straight punch towards my face. It landed in my hand not my face. He shrieks in pain as the other two are watching in horror. Their ringleader falls to the ground in excruciating pain having broken his hand. I look up from my chair they gather their hurt friend and run for the hills. The Door falls into the lock once again. I might still be locked up, but I will not have anyone hurt me anymore, if I have to fight for it, so will be it.

“Hey, you! Told you not to fight back.” Jackson is stood outside the door. I could feel his presence before I he said a word.

“I didn’t.” I answer with a small victorious smirk.

“So, he hurt himself?” He asks and I can tell he smiles too.

“Sort of, Yes.” A small laugh escapes me just thinking about their faces before they ran.

“Tell me about yourself Jackson. Who are you to Alpha Faron and why are you special?” the laughter clings out and for a moment it goes quiet.