Chapter Thirty Four

Emily's POV 

That evening, I realized where we were heading and it made goosebumps travel down my spine. We were right back where I started, Donovan pack.  

One of Jones' men walked up to him.

“Leader, we're about to reach Donovan pack. Do we take a rest here or go to Donovan pack?”

“We should go there right now. By nightfall we should arrive there.” Jones said and he nodded. 

“Yes sir!”

We continued walking and we were nearly there when Fayne suddenly collapsed.

“Oh no,” I gasped.

Jones halted his horse and one of his men went to check on Fayne.

“He's alive but he seems too weak to continue,” 

“Leave him there then. I don't want a useless human for a slave.”

They were about to keep going but I raised my hand up for the first time.

Jones' gaze traveled to me and he gave me a disgusted look.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Emily,” I said. “This man… I'll help him continue the journey until we arrive at your destination.”

Jones scoffed.

“Do whatever you want.” Jones glared at one of his men who uncuffed me.

“Just remember if you plan anything stupid, you're going to die. Both you and him.” 

I nodded, rushing to Fayne's side.

“Please wake up!”

I held his hand and lifted him forcefully. I didn't know where the strength came from but I was assured that the inner strength from my lost wolf was appearing and helping me.

I helped Fayne put his arms around my shoulder then I started walking along with Fayne by my side. Although he was heavy, I didn't mind.

My heart felt heavy but I kept going until we arrived at Donovan pack. We were kept inside a hall that was warm and tight. But at least it was warm.

That night, we were fed sandwich. Despite my desperation, I was only able to get one sandwich.

I splited it to two and started to feed Fayne but he shook his head at me.

“No, I don't want this.”

With tears welling inside my eyes, I shook my head at him. “No, you have to have this. You need to be strong Fayne, that's the only way you can survive.” I told him.

“I’ll be fine, you don't need to worry about me.”

“I will worry about you if you don't eat.” I told him and he sighed.

Then he took the food and ate. When he finished the sandwich, I begged for some water and helped Fayne drink it.

“I'm sorry for being a burden,” Fayne said.

“No, you're not a burden.” I told him.

“I thought I was doing you a favour by letting you go but it turned out that I made the biggest mistake. You still ended up here as a slave.”

I didn't say anything because what he was saying was the truth.

“I couldn't defend the king, Emily. You shouldn't bother helping me.” He said. “The only thing I could do was watch the king lose his head by the werewolves. I could only watch the queen die to preserve her dignity. I don't want to watch you die while being unable to do anything.”

“You don't have to worry about that, Fayne. I'll be fine, we'll be fine, I know it. We just have to endure some few hardships.”

“I'm sorry, Emily.” He told me and I caressed his side. I watched Fayne fall asleep in my arms. It was the most vulnerable sight I had ever seen in my entire life.

“Don't worry, Fayne. We'll make it out of here alive and well.” I whispered.

Then I closed my eyes, letting sleep overtake me too.

***

The next day, the door jammed open and I jumped in fear, ultimately waking Fayne up.

“Everyone get ready to take a bath. Girls come this way, guys go that way.”

I watched as Fayne and I were separated from each other. The ladies and I were sent to a pond where we washed our bodies. Then we were given a uniform to change into. The clothes were silky and long and I had no complaints about it. I only wondered what would happen to us in the near future. 

As we were led back to the hall, I saw a familiar face look at me in awe.

“Emily,” he mouthed.

My lips parted, that was my father's assistant!

I didn't know what to do. If he recognized me then he could tell my father… and who knew what would happen next.

When we went back to the hall, I sat down on the clean place by the corner and waited for Fayne to come back.

Not long later, Fayne and the others came back wearing a uniform that looked like that of the ladies. Only that they were sewn in shirts and trousers instead.

Once Fayne saw me, he walked over to me.

It was difficult seeing Fayne dressed in such a lowly uniform. But I hoped he was fine mentally and physically. His face may seem a bit brightened up but I knew that he was still shaken by the loss of his king and queen.

“Thank you for last night, Emily. You didn't have to do any of that…”

I sighed and got up so I was looking Fayne in the eyes.

“I wanted to. You're more than an acquaintance to me.” I said.

Fayne blinked, “What?”

I felt nervous. Why did I say that?

The door opened and I saw two familiar faces step in. Fear took over my entire body as I saw that it was my father, and Jones.

Jones walked in with his head up high.

“Is there anyone here with the name Emily Silver?”

I frowned and Fayne looked at me.

“Could that be you?”

Due to their wolf hearing, father turned to me and once we made eye contact my fate was decided.

My father sped towards me and grabbed me by the hand.

“I finally found you.”