All Chapters of DEFYING FATE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

This option could be a product of too much television, she thought, but as Cherryl reached out and touched the cool transparent wall of her silver cell and watched the creatures move around in their enclosures, hearing the dull roar of various animal sounds filling the hold around her, it felt all too real.If she had indeed been abducted, and the stories were to be believed, this had happened to a lot of people.And those people were returned to Earth to tell their crazy tales!But I'm nothing but a human. I’m a werewolf, for fuck’s sake.Looking around, she called her wolf again. It stirred from the depths of her mind, but it was unconscious. Not moving or talking to her.Cherryl felt a surge of hope.Whoever abducted me will come down here, run some crazy experiments, and then let me go. I can survive that, probably. And when I get back, I'll invest in a tin foil hat and never tell anyone what happened. Ever. But was this human action? Was she abducted by FBI agents? NSA? M16? or

Hours passed, and Cherryl was bored, hungry, and exhausted, having been woken up in the middle of the night. She guessed they'd been in the cell for eight or nine hours at this point. Deciding she had waited long enough, she tore off a corner of the food loaf and sniffed it. It looked disgusting, all yellow and brown swirled together, but it smelled kind of like rosemary, which was nice.Goddess, even her wolf wouldn't like this, but she doesn't have any choice or she'll die hungry.She licked it first, then paused, waiting for any tingling or burning sensations. When nothing happened, she tore off a chunk and took a small bite, chewing slowly. It tasted like mashed potatoes, apples, berries, and raw carrots. Not the most palatable mix of flavors, but edible.When she finished her fist-sized chunk, she decided to stop there. Now that she had food in her stomach, Cherryl couldn't fight her exhaustion anymore, despite the dangerous predicament in which she found herself. Laying down on

Cherryl walked all day but didn't see or hear any signs of water, and she was miserably uncomfortable. What kind of forest does not have any rivers or anything related to something that has water?Besides being incredibly thirsty and tired, she was hot as hell and sweating profusely. Her warm clothes, while perfect for fall weather back home, were not at all suited to this forest-jungle and were soaked through with sweat.Her cardigan had joined her long-sleeved shirt around her waist, leaving her in just her black cami, and her fleece pajama pants were rolled up to her thighs. She was sure she looked ridiculous, but she was beyond caring.Also, walking for miles in work boots with no socks sucked. She had blisters on her blisters, and her long hair was sticking to her face and neck. She was keeping an eye out for a straight, skinny stick, hoping she could peel the bark off of it and use it like a pencil to hold her hair up in a bun, but no luck so far. There was no way her hair tie w

"The problem, Sophie, is that you have the chance of changing what will happen in the future if you tell us what you know. Like I said, I can tell a dozen stories. You need to give me a reason why I should run your story over any other, or why I should even run it at all. There are millions of humans every day who pretend to be vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings. They dress up, wear fangs, and some even drink blood. All over the internet, people claim they’ve seen vampires, know demons, or are werewolves. Why is that?" "Because it's their second nature to fear us?" Sophie replied. "Yes. They fear us, and they want to be like us. If the rumours were true about those kinds of creatures, then we need to devise a plan that would counteract their methods." "Like an antidote?" "Yes." Greg sat and took the sour candy from Sophie and ate it all, which made Sophie smack him in the head. "You two, stop acting like children." "We have matters to discuss, and you two are fightin

The next day, they began their training. Sage started by giving her a lesson about different types of swords and weapons. Two hours later, Sophie was swearing to every known god on the planet for the existence of the being called Sage Fucking Robinson. Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, but he was also the definition of the man who knows it all. Overbearing self proclaims the god of all gods and goddesses. Zeus himself, But well, hot as hell nonetheless, but just as jerk. The lesson was indeed tiresome, and she zoomed out for almost half of it. She was like going back to her college life. The boredom was immense, and she ended up yawning the entire time. "Always remember your sword is part of you, Sophie." Sage shouted at her, earning her a little jump. Seriously, this man is the son of hell. She thought to herself. He was really persistent in teaching her about the different kinds of swords. It was boring. "Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloo