Rogue Wolf's P.O.V The man I had seen the other day…the one that my wolf had sounded oddly protective of…I saw him enter the cell, holding a plate of what appeared to be food and water. My wolf felt no threat from him, although I had no idea why. It stayed quiet, watching silently as he placed the food at the foot of the bed and then went back to lock the cell doors. Fear struck my heart. Even though my wolf remained calm, I was far from it. What did he think he was doing? What if my wolf was simply playing nice just so it could hurt him…rip him to pieces as it had those two people in the clearing. But he seemed unafraid as he took a seat in front of me, watching me carefully…just as carefully as my wolf was watching him/ Was he a fool? What kind of wolf would be standing so closer to a rogue without protection? My hands might be cuffed to the wall, but he was within reach. If my wolf suddenly decided to go mad…he'll be dead in no time. But still he
Rogue Wolf's P.O.V The haze cleared from my mind slowly. The red receding from my eyes to leave my vision crystal clear. It felt like I was finally able to breathe after gasping for air for ages. It was like waking up from a horrible nightmare filled with blood and gory. But in reality, I knew that it had never really been a nightmare. I had been trapped inside my own mind. A prisoner who was unable to speak or move while my wolf took control of my entire body, ripping and tearing apart anything or anyone that stood in her way. But it seemed to be all over now, right? That haunting, everlasting nightmare that I never thought I could escape from? It was really over…right? My breath came in pants, but it still felt like I wasn't able to fill my lungs to the brim and I felt exhausted; mentally and physically drained. However, the first thing I saw when my vision finally came into focus…was a pair of beautiful green orbs staring right at me with open curiosity.
Mirage's P.O.V I sat on a chair next to the healer, the brunette woman who I just found out was named Daisy, as she took a sample of my blood and patched me up. I was still shivering, despite the warmth of the blanket wrapped around me. Sarah, the blonde girl with the pretty blue eyes, rubbed her hands comfortingly on my shoulders, but it didn't help much. "Mirage, right?" Alpha Charles, the older blonde man and the Alpha to the Ocean Runners pack, asked me cautiously. "Can you tell me what else you remember? Anything about yourself? Your family? Your name is very unique." "I used to live with my mom, dad and my younger sister." I told them now, my voice stronger, more pronounced after the warm drink that Daisy had made me gulp down. "We used to move around a lot…every year." "Do you remember why you moved?"Cameron, Charles's son, asked me this time. I don't know why but the two men together mad
Mirage's P.O.V A rounded, watch-like object snapped shut around my wrist and I felt my jaws lock in place. Anger pulsed through my veins but I tried to rein it back in. There was no point in me getting angry. I should be grateful that I wasn't being thrown into another prison cell. But it still hurt. "This is an electronic monitor that keeps track of your heart beat and your vital body functions." Daisy explained to me. "The watch will send an electric impulse through your body, causing you to lose consciousness once your heartbeat reached 200bpm. That's usually the rate at which rogue's heart usually beats. Anger and fear that might cause the heartbeat to spike are still below 200bpm." "Wow," I told her without humor. "Shocking." Daisy paused in her task of fixing the device and gave me a look. "No matter how much we try to make you feel better with comforting words, I want to be blunt with you." She told
Mirage's P.O.V Alex led me inside the main packhouse that night and I followed silently behind him, a frown on my face. I kept asking myself if this was the right thing to do. The main pack house was where all the important people in the pack resided. What if I turned back once again? The watch on my wrist would send a shock through my body to prevent me from doing anything stupid, but I was still a bit wary about its effectiveness. But then again, it was also the place with maximum security. What better way to keep track of me 24/7 if not inside the pack house directly? We entered the elevators and Alex pressed the button for the topmost floor. His scent became even more pronounced as the doors closed, locking us inside the tiny enclosed space. I found myself taking deeper breaths, as if trying to fill my lungs of his scent. The moment the door opened, I felt relief wash over me. For a second, I thought I might throw myself at him once again if I kept on
Mirage's P.O.V I sat in front of the vanity, untangling my wet hair from the mess it had turned into. I had noticed a hair dryer inside the bathroom earlier, while I had been showering, but I wanted to wait until my hair was straight again before I used that piece of machinery. Something was wrong with me…and I think it was why my memories were scrambled. When I had taken my clothes off to shower…I had immediately noticed the bruises. They stood out like a sore thumb and they were all over my body. It didn't leave much for the imagination. I had been captured and I had been tortured viciously; that much was immediately apparent. But for how long? Some of the bruises were old, but not all of them. I didn't want to believe it…what else could have happened to me. So I'd rather keep denying it until I regained my memories…no matter how obvious the clues were. I noticed the time on the wall, the date on the small calendar placed on my bedside table. They all fe
Mirage's P.O.V I woke up well before the sun rose in the horizon. Standing in front of the huge glass windows, staring as the sun rose over the world, banishing the darkness of the night…it made me feel like I was born once again. My memories were still scattered, broken bits and pieces that I desperately needed to put together. The only memory I had intact was one that I could only wish I could have forgotten. My mother's broken body…the empty cavity of her heart… It was the only nightmare I remembered. Surprisingly, even last night's dream had been a beautiful memory. At least I hoped it was a memory. The prospect of not remembering was that it seemed almost impossible to decipher dreams from memory. Closing my eyes momentarily, I pressed my hands to my temples as the dormant wolf whispered into my ears. 'Let me out…' I could hear it from time to time, but I couldn't make the same mistake I had the first time. However, that voice was now dimm
Mirage's P.O.V The dining area was humongous. That was the first thought I had as soon as I entered the room. There was a huge chandelier on the ceiling and the kitchen staffs were arranging food in those different can thingies that they use for big occasions. It was like a freaking five-star hotel for all I knew. And I had never been to a five star hotel in my life, for all I could remember. The huge hall was again divided into two other separate areas off to the side. One was a smaller room with a glass door and the other was a huge veranda where several tables and chairs were arranged, shaded from the sun-rays with huge umbrellas. Not knowing where to go, I kind of stood there awkwardly, looking around the place to see if there was any familiar face or if someone would come to guide me to a table like an actual five-star restaurant. Someone came inside through the doors that led to the open terrace and it made me jump back in fear, even though the boy h