Indrik's Pov
I had been hoping that Blaire would take my advice and not return. So, what if my fellow prisoners had made their threat good and informed the guards? They had no proof to show that it really was her who had come. I could easily have convinced the council into buying that it was someone else. At worst, they would have worsened my punishment but at least, she would have been saved. But all of that went flying out the window or in this case, iron door as I looked up at Blaire, her tender face framed by the flickering flames. "You shouldn't have come!" I groaned, knowing that there was no escaping the clutches of the prisoners now. Obviously, I was not the only one who realized this as they all started to speak at the same time. As expected, they had all made illogical requests. Like asking me to help break them out of prison or to help them speak to the council to offer them some leniency. Like I would be here if I had that much power. I told them as much and they had painstakingly reminded me that I was at their mercy. Tired, I had shut them out and tried to focus on something else which wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do given that my view wasn't very wide. Actually, I didn't have any view at all. The dungeon was dark most of the time. During daytime, it lightened a little bit just enough for you to see the form of your arm in the dark and at night, well, you lost that great privilege. The only time we saw any light was when the guards did their rounds, bringing food or prisoners. My 'friends' had noticed my guest and took this time to remind me of their terms as they started to make catcalls, calls and noise in general. "Hey lovers, don't keep us waiting for too long." "Told you she would come back. Love in prison. How sweet!" "You never can tell the possibilities that exist unless you try. You ever imagine doing it in a stinky place like this?" These and many more were their comments which was backed with grinding laughter. With each word they spoke, I could see Blaire grow more and more uncomfortable and it made me mad as well as I gritted my teeth forcefully. Finally, I could not take it anymore and walking to the door, banged my hand against it as hard as I could. They were shocked into silence as I let them know my opinion. "Show some respect, you bastards." I growled angrily. The silence held for a second or two before they burst into laughter again. "Our little prince is growing wings, I see. Wrong place to show attitude, don't you think?" I heaved heavily and would have said the nastiest thing I could muster if Blaire had not walked up to me and placed an arm on my shoulder. "Don't waste your breath, Indrik. They are not worth it." She tried to hide it but it was clear as day that their words had gotten to her. Her voice trembled and I was certain I would find tears in her eyes if I looked into them. "Are you okay?" I asked, feeling guilty about making her go through this. "Never been better. Good thing that I brought extra supplies for them, don't you think?" Her voice was shriller than it normally was, another sign that she was trying to keep her emotions under control. Obviously, her voice was loud enough to get to the others as they started to cheer. "Her highness decided to bring us something? How touching! I'm so glad, I think I would cry." A voice teased to the rancid laughter of the others. I was so mad I was certain steam was escaping from my ears and nose. My body tensed as I snapped at them. "That is it. You do what you want. She is not giving you shit and you can go burn in hell for all I care." "You wouldn't dare!" A voice replied. "Watch me!" I growled. I could take them walking all over me but no one was allowed to hurt my friends. No body! I was still breathing heavily from the restraint I was exercising when Blaire's arm tightened around mine. "It is okay. I already brought it anyway." She muttered. I was about to protest when she ran a hand over my back. "How is it?" In between my troubles, I had totally forgotten about my wounds but that was only possible because the treatment had reduced the pain considerably. "It's much better." I told her. "Let me just take a look at it." She muttered as she took off my garment which must now be a sorry excuse for a cloth. I groaned softly as she peeled off the bandages. She sighed in satisfaction as she looked at my back. "You are right. I will just clean it again so they close up without leaving too many scars." I sighed as the smell of spirits filled my nose. That was another gift that being wolfless gave to me. Unlike most wolves who healed almost immediately, I had to rely on treatments to get better which also meant that I had a whole lot of scars. Her cleaning the wounds did not hurt as much as they had the other night which was a relief. She quickly cleaned it and applied new bandages to prevent the still open wounds from getting infected. "How is that?" She questioned once she was done. "Heavenly! Thanks Blaire." I muttered. I couldn't deny that I loved having her here. Seeing her here made a part of me elated to be free from the monotony of conversing with walls all day. And let's not forget that it saved me from absolute death by starvation. I sighed, allowing myself to enjoy the temporal peace. The kind you just know will not last for long.Blaire's PovHaving treated Indrik's back, I handed him a jar of water which he gulped greedily. I grimaced as I watched him. He had never been one to joke with his belly and now, he was restricted to eating only once in a day? Keeping this in mind, I had packed lots of energy food like legumes and whole grains. I watched contentedly as he gulped them down. Soon, he was done and he grinned his thanks. A fuzzy feeling consumed me and suddenly, all of the stress was worth it. "I'll just go attend to the others." I muttered half-heartedly. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see his eyes grow darker but I had to, for his sake. Picking up a sackbag, I headed out. Reaching the first cell that was not his, I was hit in the face by a horrible stench. A mix of dried sweat, rotten food, and a whole lot of other things that I felt much more comfortable not thinking about. "Hey!" He drawled and it took everything in me to not kneel over and puke all over his face. His breath stank like rotten
Ulo's PovI stepped away from the door, my heart simmering with rage. I wanted to punch something, rip something or just cause damage. I hated myself for having let her go in alone. What was I thinking, letting her go into that dangerous place all on her own. Sure, she would have wanted to see Indrik but I should have gone with her. Maybe then, whatever had happened wouldn't have. Seeing her like that l, so weak and vulnerable got me feeling so mad and useless. If only I knew who had made her feel like that, I would have gone to them right now and hacked them into a million pieces. "What happened with her?" Jamil asked, gesturing toward the shut door. "I don't know!" I snapped, starting toward the backdoor. I wouldn't be able to sleep now. All my tiredness and exhaustion from earlier had vanished in the wake of my anger. "Come on, Ulo. Not you too!" Jamil groaned as he came after me. "Something definitely happened in there to shake her up that bad. What....""Listen, I don't know,
Luna's PovI was going crazy. Or, that was how my mind wandering aimlessly made me feel at least. Never in my life had I been this holed up. After the breakfast turned interrogation session, I had remained in my room doing nothing other than sleeping and thinking, none of them doing me much good. I had managed the entire day inside my room and now, I felt I was going to go out of my mind if I did not get out. A major reason I did not want to go out was because of the two people that were just waiting to hack off my head. That and the fact that I was still a very unliked stranger but eventually even those were not good enough. I looked out the window and saw the moon glowing not so brightly overhead and thought about going out to the backyard. However, I had barely opened the door when the three friends came bustling in. I was in no mood to get into another fight so I simply stepped back into the room however, before I could shut the door, I noticed the usually very composed Blaire lo
Luna's PovMy ears must have grown beet red with the amount of blood that rushed to my face from the embarrassment of being caught spying. I had turned my back on them to take in more of the environment and now, I couldn't bring myself to come face to face with him again. What would I tell him? I had sneaked after them to avoid dying from staring at my room walls all day and night? They were going to have me hanged without a doubt. "Luna, it is you!" He repeated like I hadn't beaten myself up enough and I desperately wished the ground would open up to swallow me whole. I imagined the two men glaring at me with hatred and felt the blood pounding in my ears. I jerked when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly wishing that I could just turn invisible. "What are you doing out here this late at night?" He questioned and I noticed with relief that he did not have a resentful look in his eyes. "I don't know. I just stumbled here, I guess." I tried to sound uninvolved but t
Blaire's PovI woke up feeling rather disoriented, a feeling that was becoming more and more of a norm with me. I blinked as I sat up on the bed, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. It took about fifteen seconds for the memories to come rushing in. I looked at my hand where that man had grabbed me last night and shivered involuntarily. The grime was all gone as were the bruises but I could still feel the clammy hand on my arm, pulling me against my will. Sunlight streaked in through the open window and I moaned in pleasure, glad to be reminded of my freedom. I got out of bed and saw my image out of the corner of my eyes. The sight was enough to make me draw closer to take another look. My hair looked like a snake had made a nest on one end and an eagle on the other. Sometime in the night, they had discovered each other and had an epic battle which left me looking like, well, take a guess. I brushed my hand through it absentmindedly until I heard a faint knock on the door. I ignor
Blaire's PovI paced around my room worriedly as I tried to remember if I had cleaned up after myself yesterday. I remembered opening the doors to the dungeon and Indrik's cell but I could not remember if I had shut them before leaving. I ran to the small bedside shelf and opened its lowest drawer. In there, lying peacefully was the bunch of keys that opened the dungeon. I almost exhaled in relief when I realized that the keys could be removed without locking the doors. If I by any chance had not locked the door after me then, Indrik would be in trouble without doubt when the guards came for patrol. The fear of Indrik getting into more trouble courtesy of me was a horrible weight that was pressing heavily on my shoulders. What made it even worse was the knowledge that I could not go to confirm it, not now at least, without making everything worse. Much worse. I was still pacing anxiously when a knock came on my door. I panicked, wondering if Indrik had already been caught and they we
Luna's Pov"Do you always eat together?" I asked Jamil as we made our way toward the palace gates. Seeing three members of the council sitting together had made me slightly uncomfortable but luckily, they had not seemed to even notice my presence. Despite my discomfort, there was someone who their presence seem to unsettle even more. Blaire. Throughout the meal, she had spent all her energy focusing on avoiding her mother's gaze. I had looked around, wondering if anybody else noticed the awkwardness but either they all pretended not to notice or they considered it perfectly normal as everyone focused on their meals. If there had been any doubt, the way Blaire had ran off once she was done proved it. Shortly after her, Ulo had left as well, then Leon. I suddenly hated that I had asked for so much food. I had been feeling extremely hungry when I had arrived but now, knowing that three very suspicious eyes were fixed on me, the food suddenly lost its taste and became drier than a desert
Luna's PovThe only thing I knew about this territory was the outline which I had seen from atop a hill. This was probably enough reason for me to let Jamil ride ahead so he could guide me but that was so not happening. Not if Lea was to be the judge at least. Her feet were moving in perfect sync as she leaped large areas in bounds. Soon, we were in the heart of the pack and given that we were already closing in on noon, most of them were outside, going about their daily businesses. Before they could wave and say hi though, Lea had taken another huge leap turning them into tiny blurs in the distance. Jamil was trying to catch up on his stallion but Lea wasn't giving them any chance. My hair had been scattered in the billowing breeze, spreading into my eyes, nose and mouth so that I constantly had to brush them away. Rather than feel terrified though, I was elated. With the world zipping past, I felt like I was at the top of the world. Like...I was free again. Riding always did that to