Chapter Three

NANCY'S POV

Whatever this place is, I was about to find out.

But first, we'd have to get past this big, black gate restricting our entrance into the house.

And instead of knocking on the said gate like every averagely normal being would, my mule headed and mute captor just stood there, glaring at it.

“Okay, voila, here we are.” I exclaimed as dramatically as I could manage with both my hands now in his grasp.

“Are we supposed to wish ourselves inside it or what?”

There was that answering silence I was becoming accustomed to, but I  wasn't about to let it daunt my spirit.

My feet hurt badly from having walked so long, and an excruciatingly long distance at that.

I just want a place to curl up and sleep away this ache. Plenty food will go a long way too but I doubt prisoners are allowed such luxury.

I plan to settle for anything I'm allowed at the moment because I don't have a choice.....but we need to get inside first!

“So......why aren't you knocking?” I asked, confused by his behaviour.

Do I need to teach this guy that gates are meant to be knocked on and not glared at?

“Do we need a magic spell or something to get this open? What is it? Abracadabra open sesame..... ” I whizzed dramatically again and surprisingly, the doors drew back just as the words left my mouth.

“Okay, this is sooo sick!” I shrieked.

“So cool. Did I just do that? I fucking have magic in me!” 

I was still trying to figure out how that shit I'd spewed had worked when two dark haired boys that should have been one person came out from behind the doors and attacked 'mute mule head' in a hug.

How can two people look so alike?

I mean, I'll live with permanent paranoia knowing that someone else walks the face of earth with my face.

I could be taken one day for their crimes or something? 

He didn't release my hands from his while they hugged him to death and back and pumped him with endless questions.

Com'on man, it's not like I plan to run or anything.

No sir, that maze you just took me through back in those woods ain't nothing I want to try navigating on my own, not to mention that there could be a worse fate awaiting me out there in the form of evil agency guys in suits.

The two boys that had been hanging on him finally release him enough to notice my presence.

“Yeah, hi to you too, I'm your new prisoner around here and I was taken for committing no crimes at all.” I say sarcastically to their questioning stares.

They both turn to him with raised brows and he shrugged in response.

Okay, what is it with these guys?

Are words alien to them or something, what is it with the shrugs and lifted brows and stares......hey there's something called speaking!

And why do they look like they understand each other perfectly fine without it.

God, I'd go crazy trying to figure out what they are saying every single time they try to say something to me, and I'm going to live with them?

Just peachy.

“She's pretty.” One of the mirror images said.

Praises, they know what English is!

And hey boy, I'm not pretty!

“Come on in already, the whole pack will be surprised to see you, man.”

The other mirror image said.

“I was fucking shocked when I heard you through the mind link. Everyone thinks you are dead, man.”

Wait, what!? 

Mind link, pack?

Oh shit, they are werewolves and I'm dinner.

“I swear to hell and back, I don't taste sweet.” I blurted out before I could get any filter on that, and three pairs of amused eyes turned to me.

Great, at least three out of the four of us find this funny and that's because they get to eat and I get to die.

I dig my feet in as I'm pulled past the wide open gates and into the big compound with endless land and trees.

The two mirror images flank me as my occasionally mute captor pulled me with him.

My wrists burn from being held for so long but I don't complain, the horror of knowing I'm possibly in a pack house with no idea of my fate cripples the pain.

The big door that grants access into the castle like house was slightly opened and without pause or a break, he pushed the heavy looking thing wide open with his free hand.

That enviable strength though.

I was half dragged in with him, my stubborn feet still dug into the ground in resistance.

Not like that was helping me much, but I'd be a tree before I'd let them feast on me willingly and meekly.

And wow, I'm pulled into the grandest sitting room I've ever been in.

Just like I guessed earlier, this is the pack house and I've only ever read of these.

There are people all around it and I watched, fascinated, as they all sprang to their feet, surprise tattooed to their faces before they all bent their head in a little cute bow.

My eyes scan the room and quite contrary to what what most we humans believe, there are no human heads hanging off the walls or human bones decorating the said walls as artworks.

If anything, there were just plain but rather interesting looking paintings and every other thing that constitutes normalcy in a human sitting room, only better looking and more.....modern.

“You are welcome home Alpha.” One of the men in the room said in his scaringly deep voice and everybody else echoed the words.

Can this get any worse? 

He's their Alpha and I spewed all those bullshit to him back in the woods? Oh fuck me.

No one's noticed me yet, at least I think so, and that's good.

If only it can stay this way until I can wrap my head around everything I've been hit with in the past three hours or so.

He indicated that they raise their heads from the bow I still think is cute, but his eyes were searching the room like he was looking for someone in particular.

The raise was uniform and numerous pairs of eyes danced between his still half naked self and I with questions and amusement swimming in their pools but nobody said anything.

That's it, I thought, hold your words people until I can figure out how not to die here.

I'm suddenly pulled with him as he walks past to the stairs at one corner of the big room.

Everyone else, except the mirror images still flanking me, goes back to their businesses and not even one person says anything about the mean hold on my arms.

I mean, is it an everyday occurrence for a young, innocent girl to be pulled around the house by her hands and by none other than their Alpha?

Oh God.

“Mama and Papa?” He asked the identical that were still following us as we made our way up the stairs.

“They are in their chamber, probably still mourning your demise, nothing i won't give to see their faces when you walk in that door.”

One of them answered.

“None of us thought you'd make it back, we were told you were dead! Even though nobody said anything, I could see the acceptance in their eyes that we lost you.” The other one finished.

“Mama and papa have been in their chamber all evening since the pack returned without you.”

They thought he was dead? Why?

This was all too much to figure out right now and I have questions that need answering.

He nodded in response to the information they just dumped on him.

“You might uhhh.......want to change out of that first before you go to them,” The one who spoke first earlier said, eyeing the tight jeans he had on.

“And you should give the lady a break.” The other one finished, I notice they do that a lot.

“Exactly.” I blurted out in response to that fabulous idea, once more drawing their attention to me.

There were two amused pairs of eyes this time and one very hard pair, well you can't kill me with those, can you Mr?

I even mentally stick out my tongue at him.

He finally released my hand and he probably did that mind thing with the boys again because they nodded before they turned to me with suspicious smiles on both their frustratingly identical faces.

I nursed my tender, red and very sore wrists while they talked to me.

“You should come with us, we'll find you one of the girls to help you settle in.”

Okay, settling in doesn't sound so bad.

I just hope that isn't a code for 'let's fatten you up a bit so you can taste jucier when you are finally served.'

“I can't get any fatter than this and I taste very bad.” I rushed out in another blurt, looking as serious as I felt, my eyes darting between them.

“You are sure gonna be fun to have around.” One of them said- I still can't figure out who is who- and they both laughed as they lead me down the stairs.

Can someone tell me why we fucking went up this in the first place.

-

The room I'm given is beautiful, and  that's for lack of better words in my vocabulary at the moment.

The bed is big, probably queen sized and impossibly soft.

Honestly, it's a huge leap from the borderline uncomfortable makeshift I'd been using back at my home.

The girl my mirror image new friends had instructed to bring me here and help me get 'settled in' is super nice and all smiles.

She'd be about a year younger than I am or so and she's beautiful, with strawberry blonde hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and small, slit eyes that I've always associated with Asians.

Rare combo, I know, but still beautiful.

She'd offered to help me unpack and set me up for the night but my fat mouth had declined the nice offer though politely, because it smells really fishy to me that a human prisoner in a werewolf pack house is given a beautiful room and a girl to serve her needs to booth.

That's not what we were made to believe about their kind.

Now though, I wish I'd said fuck it and accepted that sweet offer.

My muscles protested as I tried to do my unpacking myself.

My legs hurt and so does every other joint and muscles in my body.

I fall back on the inviting bed, leaving my backpack still half full.

The comfort of the soft bed was so cocooning and the loving arms of sleep was already wrapping itself around me.

I'll only take a few minutes, I promised myself, just a few minutes and I'll shoot right up and get back to unpacking.

Just a few minutes ......I thought as I curled up into my favorite position and slowly began drifting into the beckoning darkness of a long needed sleep.

Just a few minutes......