Indrik's Pov
I just had the most awful dream. My chest had been on fire and my blood had turned to acid, burning my skin away as it coursed through my veins. I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. My head spun as I stared blankly at the surface above me, feeling rather lightheaded. I shut my eyes as a wave of nausea rushed through me. Opening my eyes again, I started to register the scene around me. The image of a golden wolf approached me moving so fast that I freaked out, swatting it away with a yelp. That was followed with another groan as my hand moved a little too fast and hard, missing the target and slamming into my chest with a dull thump instead. I shook my head to shake the buzz in my ears that was serving to disorient me even further. Thump-thump! Thump-thump! A heavy sound drifted into my ears making me want to scream in frustration as I wondered what exactly was going on with me. I could hear the rustling of trees, the gurgling of water in a faraway creek, the chirping of birds, even the conversation of some people who I couldn't see. My eyes widened as I listened. "...this is going to cause more trouble than we could ever imagine. He shouldn't have done it." My frown deepened. That sounded like Beta Green. "He had no choice. It was either that or death. Whatever happens next, I am sure we will be able to handle it." That soft voice that always managed to calm me down definitely belonged to the Gamma. "I don't..." "Argggh!" I screamed, slapping myself on both cheeks in an attempt to shake the voices out of them. There was no way I was hearing them. Whatever I had gone through must be slowly driving me crazy. "Indrik!" A voice cut through my haze, managing to wrest my arms into a pause. I slowly opened my eyes to see a female figure hovering over me. My eyes couldn't focus enough to make out the features but only one name came to mind. "Luna?" I asked, a smile spreading on my face as all of my troubles fell away. "Not Luna!" An angry voice scowled. Oh-oh! My eyes cleared instantly but I didn't need them to recognize the owner of that voice. "Blaire!" I called as I sat up or tried to because my head spun so badly that I dropped back to the bed like a lump of wood. "You should rest." She muttered, her voice softening as she adjusted my position on the bed. "What happened?" I groaned, feeling frustrated at this weakness that was consuming me like a plague. "Perhaps you should focus on recovering first? You look pale." She replied softly. But how could I focus if my mind felt like a farm of tomatoes that a giant had marched through? "I can't! Please, Blaire, tell me what happened." I must have sounded desperate as I reached for her arm. She sighed, a look of annoyance, or was it resignation, (I couldn't really tell with my eyes starting to go out of focus again) crossing her features as she stopped and backed away, her arms crossing over her chest. "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes!" I nodded without hesitation. I could tell from her face and movements that whatever she had to say was bad but I also figured that nothing could be as bad as this storm that was raging through me, threatening to tear me apart. "Fine!" She snorted. "Your maid poisoned you, almost killing you in the process." Her anger was lost on me as my head spun round and round, reeling from the memories that started to rush in like a whirlwind. I winced as I started to recall her last words to me. "Do you trust me?" She had asked and I had answered immediately. I had meant every word back then and call me crazy, but, even now, trying to recover from the poison she had fed me, I still trusted her with my life. "A game!" She had called it. I felt a strange urge to smile. "Indrik!" Blaire sounded incensed as she glared at me like she was going to pounce on me and beat a horse sized sense into my head. "Where is she now?" I asked, my eyes still gleaming with amusement. "In the dungeon. Awaiting her execution. I assure you that she is going to get the worst kind of suffering we have to offer before death....What are you doing?" She interrupted herself as she saw me starting to climb out of bed. "I have to go find her!" I groaned as my hands flew to my head, trying to hold down the intense headache that was threatening to rip me into tiny nut sized disks. "What?" Blaire's eyes grew so wide, I was afraid she would get an even bigger migraine than mine. "You were poisoned by your maid which caused you intense pain and suffering. You would have died if not because the doctor had taken the risk of unlocking your wolf and still, the first thing you ask for is her?" My head spun at something she had just said but I shook my head, my worry far outweighing any other curiosity. "I have to get to her!" I muttered as I walked past her on wobbly feet. She didn't stop me this time. Luckily, I did not run into any other person on my way to the dungeon because I already had enough demons to deal with. My legs felt like jelly with each effort to raise them resulting in another bead of sweat running down my back. My head felt like it had been replaced with a drum with each blast of the hot afternoon wind, each hot ray of the sun making it throb with intense headaches. My arms threatened to fall off and my trunk still felt like the fire hadn't been snuffed out completely. In all of these, only one thought reigned supreme in my mind, giving me the strength to continue to press on. The thought of seeing my master again.Luna's PovI had been here for so long that I had lost all track of time. In between the endless torture that the guards now seemed to do as a pastime and the rats that seemed to enjoy the taste of the dried blood that had crusted on the ground beneath me, I was surely having the time of my life. At this point, I didn't even know when I was awake and when I was dreaming anymore. I had grown lightheaded from dehydration and loss of blood. Which was why I couldn't figure out if I was daydreaming or really seeing Indrik walking in on spindly feet. Or if his call really was happening or it was my delirious mind working overtime. "Luna!" A warm arm wrapped around my shriveled one and started to untie the ropes around it. Okay, that was surely not a figment of my imagination. No imagination could be that vivid, or tangible. I tried to open my mouth but my days in the darkness without food or water had gotten to me. To even keep my eyes open was proving to be an herculean task. "Are you
Blaire's PovI paced around in Indrik's room, nearly running mad from my anger at Indrik. That fool! I gritted my teeth wishing I had spent a few days training so I could punch him so hard in the face that his nose would split into two (ok, maybe not so hard. I couldn't bear the thought of ruining his handsome face). Maybe then, his senses would return to him. How could he, after all that girl had done to him, (heck, she had almost killed him. Scratch that, she practically killed him before the doctor had brought him back to life. I shuddered as I recalled how Beta Green had blatantly refused to save him. He would have died if the doctor had not decided to risk everything to save him.) how could he still think about nothing else except her? Why!!!My eyes narrowed as the door opened and Indrik stumbled in holding her up in his arms. My eyes stung as my ears popped and I stomped toward them, intending to slap the grime covered witch back to whatever hole she had crawled out from but ju
Indrik's PovMy heart broke as I watched Blaire stomp out of the room. I couldn't shake the thought that I was the most ungrateful beast I had ever met for treating her like that. I played out our conversation in my head and wondered if there was a way I could have done it better, a word I was supposed to not have said? An explantation I should have given? I definitely should have given her an explanation. I owed her that much but sadly, I couldn't because there was no telling what she would do with the truth. I couldn't afford to risk my master's life. I shrugged, deciding that I would go talk to her once she had cooled down and was more ready to listen. I had to let her know that Luna had not hurt me. Well, technically, she did but it was for the greater good. I flexed my muscles, feeling the spot in the bottom of my belly that had always been empty now brimming with life and energy. "I guess it is just you and me now." I whispered to Luna as I led her toward the bathroom. She had
Luna's PovI opened my eyes with a start. My head felt light but not in a bad way. As a matter of fact, I felt more light than I had in a couple of days? Months? Felt more like an eternity. I smiled as I stretched sluggishly, glad to be alive. Looking outside the window, I could see the sun beginning to set. Everything was perfect, or was it? I frowned as some noise punctured my quiet. Looking around, I realized that this was not my room. I frowned as I tried to recall how I had ended up here which proved quite a herculean task. I could recall seeing Indrik as he fiddled with my ropes. "Indrik!" I sighed contentedly, my heart growing warm at the memory. I recalled seeing the outside again and feeling so glad to be free. I recalled...wait a minute!I lifted the sheets that were tightly wound around my body (which must have been from when I was turning in my sleep) and nearly shrieked. I was pretty certain this was not the dress I had been wearing, and I looked clean for someone who wa
Indrik's PovWatching Luna tower over me, the only thing left for her to produce to cement her angry state, a line of smoke, I couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Hey, don't look at me like that. I had been so mortified at having to clean her up that seeing her so fired up by it made my earlier misgivings feel... What was the word now? Ridiculous. Yeah, that was it. But, hey! I had been unconscious several times too and not once had I acted up when I awakened. This was unfair, I wanted to say but the word was killed in my mouth as she barreled toward me. Now, Luna wasn't very burly. She had a hourglass shape replete with petite limbs. Not very intimidating by how intimidating goes but seeing her close in on me with a death to the sinner look on her face, I couldn't help feeling a little out of my element as I got out of bed and stumbled over to the wall. She continued to close in on me and my lips curled as a thought crossed my mind. I relaxed on the wall as I propped myself on a
Luna's PovI winced as I made my way to the palace. "Traitors!" I cursed. When I had awakened, I had totally forgotten that I had sustained some injuries from my days in the dungeon. I had been feeling so strong and refreshed. And then, there had been the discovery that Indrik had bathed me. The thought still made me so uncomfortably warm. That had filled me with enough anger and adrenaline to further numb the pain. It wasn't until he had pinned me to the bed that the pain had fully kicked in. I would like to say that was the only reason I had stopped fighting but that wasn't true. I shivered as I recalled that warm feeling that had overwhelmed me, like hot tea on a cold rainy day. It had paralyzed me, preventing me from fighting off Indrik's advances. I traced my finger over my lips as I remembered what had almost happened. I was pulled out of my daydream (or was it evening dream?" by a figure appearing before me out of the blues. The night had arrived without me noticing and now,
Indrik"Hey!" I called excitedly, shaking Luna awake. She sat up, nearly sending me sprawling on my back. Her eyes were wide with, fright? "Luna?" I might have as well not have been present with the way she stared with blank eyes over my head. I was preparing to speak again when she lowered her eyes to me. "Is it morning already?" She asked, blinking in confusion as she stared out the slightly open window outside which darkness still reigned supreme. "How are your wounds?" I asked, dropping to my knees while keeping my eyes fixed on her arms but in the dim light of the lamp, I couldn't see much of the bruises on there. I knew they were healing though. After I had taken responsibility for the poison, telling a very grumpy group that consisted of the council as well as my friends about how I had drank poison and forced my maid to take responsibility for it, (a story which they had been very reluctant to believe even though it was true in a way,) the doctor had been allowed to treat h
LunaI was having a very bad dream. In it, I was being chased by something. I was running through the woods, my pounding feet ringing ominously as I moved. Behind me, something was roaring angrily as it cut down the trees, bearing down on me. "You cannot escape. You brought this on yourself." A tremor rocked my body as I pushed my body to move even faster. The voice was neither human nor wolf but it was definitely male. I couldn't place what had spoken, and I dared not turn to look but something about how the voice boomed like thunder, sending shivers down my spine told me that it meant every word. It was going to hunt me down till I had no place left to go. I spurred myself to move even faster. "Stop running." The voice was laughing now although how the creature could manage to do that while it was still running and cutting down trees was beyond me. The laughter was even scarier than its voice. It sounded like the sound a pack of wolves would make if they were tearing a prey apart.