Bound by Secrets

Freda’s P.O.V

His words continued to ring in my ears – the Sliver Blood Pack was the most powerful pack to ever exist. In all my years back at home, learning to become a daughter worthy of my father’s position – I have never heard of this strange Pack.

And I have heard or rather read almost everything; even though reading was forbidden to female.

Sitting in a single position was starting to get to me, and the silence was starting to drive me mad. My captor sat in the corner, sharpening a tool. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but I knew he was at alert by everything and anything I do.

I had always been active, and sitting here, especially when a whole lots of questions needed to be answered had never been my forte. The mark burning on my tight was a clear reminder that everything happening was real, and I still have no idea who I was.

I glared at the long hair from behind, every nerve sparking with irritation “What do you want from me? Do you intend to keep me here forever?”

He didn’t deem it important to turn to me for a response. The arrogance – the nerve! I gritted my teeth, and the urge to scream was almost unbearable. There was so much a girl could take in a day. And worse was I had a feeling he knew more than he was letting me know. He knew whatever this curse was.

“You know you can’t keep me here against my wishes.

Finally he looked at me, a hint of interest sparking in his blue eyes.“I can keep you here as long as I want… until I figure out what you are.”

What I am? Not who?

“Stop talking about me like I’m some kind of…object. I’m a woman, not a ‘thing’.”

His response was a low humming sound, and he muttered something incomprehensible. I wished my hand were free, so I could at least assault him. “Will you at least remove this rope from my hand?”

His mouth opened to reply, but the sudden sound of footsteps outside made him freeze. He didn’t stand up from where he was, but he remained quiet until the footstep left. I frowned.

Was I still wanted by my people?

They don’t seem to be retreating from their search for me. I twisted my hand in the rope, if I don’t make it further from here, they would catch onto me in no time. And the rest… I shook my head not wanting to think about it.

After a tense pause, he finally spoke, his voice low. “I think it’s time I left here.”

I nodded. Finally, there was something we could agree on. I lifted my leg pointedly. “Then you can release me.”

He did.

He cut the rope off my leg, but left the one on my hand. It was as if he needed something to restrain me. I rolled my eyes at him. Soon, he packed some things into a small bag, and we started the journey I never planned on – him leading, and pulling me along like I was his pet.

“Who are you?” I asked in return.

He shook his head, “Are you more interested in who I am than who you are?"

I have heard enough of that, “I know who I am. I’m Freda.”

He nodded. Then suddenly, he lifted his right hand up signifying for me to stop. The forest around us fell silent as we listened, and within seconds, two rogues emerged from the trees, blocking our path.

Instinctively, I moved behind my captor. Better the devil I knew than the devil I don’t know. His stance was like that of a fighter and even though he might not mean it, he ended up covering me with his body.

One of the rogue sniffed the air, his eyes gleaming as he peered past him. “Female…” his voice was low and scratchy, sending a shiver down my spine.

My captor nodded, “I think its better you leave or…”

“or what?” he laughed. He casted a mocking glance at his companion. “You think we haven’t heard about you, Alpha Craig? You couldn’t even protect yourself from your pack member. What gave you the sense that you can protect that female behind you?”

A low growled sounded in front of me, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Alpha

He was an alpha. My eyes moved up towards his hand and I could see the nails digging into his flesh.

Craig didn’t bother with a response. It seemed like he wasn’t the chatty type. He had mostly ignored most of my questions, too.

Before they could make any other move, he was upon them in a flash. The fight happened in a blur, a flash of claws and movement so quick that I could barely follow it. One rogue stumbled back, clutching a bleeding leg, while the other fled into the forest without a second glance. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I’d just seen.

Craig turned to me back, his gaze intense. “You’re dangerous to me.” He murmured

Dangerous? To him? The words confused me and I have a feeling that asking him won’t get me the response I deserved. I was more interested in his next move, “Does that mean you will let me go?”

He sneered, “Not on your life. I need to confirm something, and I can only do that with you.”

I wished he would say more than that, but he was done speaking. We continued our journey without encountering anymore danger, and somehow I felt at ease that I was getting further away from Sliver pack group, but what exactly was I going into? I had no idea. What did he mean when he said he needed to confirm something, and he needed me there to be able to confirm it?

He seemed tireless, strong, and focused… until he suddenly stumbled and collapsed to the ground, breath ragged. Alarmed, I knelt beside him, spotting blood dripping from a wound on his arm.

This was my only chance at escaping. But looking at the woods, I realized I have no idea where I was or where we were going to. And leaving him to bleed to death here wasn’t an option. Yet, there was a limit to what I could do with tied hands.

Frantically, I searched around for something to cut the rope, while Craig groaned while holding his hand. My eyes roamed the wood until it fell on a big rock. Instantly, I moved towards it. I rubbed my tied hand against the rock praying it cut soon unless that block head would bleed to death over there. I continued rubbing it and the moment the rope snapped; I breathed out in relief. My hand felt free. I messaged my palms, rubbing the parts that had been bind by ropes for a long time. It wasn’t until I heard another groan from Craig before I turned towards him back.

I ran towards him and pressed my hand upon his wound, feeling warmth and pressure beneath my palms. He gasped, pain flashing across his face, but when I pulled my hand away, the wound was gone. Healed.

We both stared at his hand in shock, neither of us saying a word.