To hurt, To rage, To run

•~Dream~•

I was in a medium sized room.

Two men were present.

One blonde and the other brunette, they were arguing.

They were in familiar uniform, military..human military.

The outline of the room is unclear. A white box is a more accurate description.

I walk close to the men in hopes of getting they're attention.

They move through me, like I was a ghost and a door materializes from the wall and they pass through it.

I catch a flash of a person in the other room, before the door closes.

The person was strapped to metal bars, suspending. A sack covering his face.

The door was sealed and I was surrounded by four white walls with no way out.

I tried to speak, to scream but nothing came out.

I had no voice.

Panic began to set in.

Where was I?

I ran towards the wall where the door had appeared and push at it.

My fist went right through. Confused, I take a step and passed right into the other room.

Two things I noticed.

The two men weren't arguing anymore and the hanging prisoner was obviously a woman.

She's naked.

They're whipping her. She isn't flinching in pain, simply accepting the hits.

This was someone used to the art of torture.

My stomach curls as blood drips from her body.

Bile rose in my throat as disgust rolled of me. This was cruelty first hand.

I try to move but I can't.

My legs were rooted to the spot.

The men start talking again, but Its like the room is mute. I can only see they're lips moving.

They stop whipping her and turn her front towards them. Her breasts and the rest of her naked body is relatively untouched.

They appear to be asking her questions and due to their pursed lips, she's either not giving them the answers they want or not giving them any answers at all.

One of the men suddenly march up to her.

He dragged her mask off her face and flinged it to the floor, drawing his hand back and whipping a damaging slap to her face.

I lose feeling in my legs as I recognize the prisoner.

I try moving again but it doesn't work.

The familiar fiery red hair and freckles.

Lettie! I try to scream.

Her face, stinging red, twisted to the side due to the intensity of the slap, but her expression remained bland.

The men picked up both whips, still shouting silently at her, they start whipping her front.

It's too much to bear.

I'm forced to watch unable to do anything.

I needed to get out of this state...to help her.

A thought struck me...

Was this a memory...or something happening right now?

It was like a vortex sucked me out at that realization and spat me out.

My entire body was trembling as I regained consciousness.

I was covered in sweat.

My hands gripped my sheets with fear.

The pillow was covered in tears...and blood.

I panicked and touched my face.

I'd been crying and my nose was bleeding.

My eyes focus and I don't recognize my surroundings.

This wasn't my new bedroom.

I take a deep breath, and the scent of him assaults my senses.

The air was full of him.

This was his chambers...

I withdrew from the covers and walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

My dream, I thought as I stared into the mirror above the sink.

What if its happening right now.

A mixture of rage and immense fear surges in me and I gripped the edges of the sink bowl tightly.

I needed to get to her, I had no way of knowing if that was a premonition, I could warn her...or save her.

I was in the heart of the northern territory. I wouldn't get anywhere. Best to not kid myself.

I sighed, pushing my sweat soaked, tumbling locks of hair away from my worn out face.

Xavier and Axel would undoutedly be outside and the rest of my secrity team would be positioned around me in different hallways as usual.

But running away was crucial at this point. It'd also be stupid: I was a fighter but the art of tracking was lost on me, I wouldn't be able to cover my tracks.

If I did decide to slip out stealthily, Dante, if not his hunters would find me within days, if not hours I could run for miles and still be within Northern territory not to mention the disadvantage of my unfamiliarity with the grounds.

Basically

I was screwed.

Slowly I moved from the corner of the sink and hold on to the wall for support.

This could explain why she hasn't been responding to me, I thought, closing my aching eyes.

For some reason, my body was punishing me these days.

"Argh!" I screamed in pain as my head suddenly felt like it was bruised on the inside.

I placed my hands back on the sink for support. I arched my back as the pain was rushing through my body like an igniting fire.

My eyes squeezed closed as my face contorted.

Never had I experienced such pain in my life. It was like my brain cells were screaming. Images kept flashing through my head.

Lettie's whipping, blood, torn flesh.

Electroshock.

Satium.

This wasn't my pain.

It was transference.

I was feeling her pain. Whatever form of torture they were performing on her, must be intense.

Warning her was useless now...this was definitely happening now. I needed to save her.

I couldn't help falling to the floor, my jaw clenched as I grabbed on to opposite sides of my hair and pulled, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

I wailed, my vision blurry, but despite the pain, I heard the rushed footsteps.

"Your grace!"

"Selene!"

The twins.

As soon as I focus on them, the pain begins to recede, as if it only punishes me in solitude.

Several guards were already gathering.

They're checking around, inspecting for intruders.

As the pain fades slowly, I release my brown locks trembling with fear. Sweat trickles down my face and my breathing began to return to its normal rhythm.

No one touches me though.

I can see Xavier's hand twitching with the need to check if I was alright.

Axels eyes wide with worry.

My neck is assaulted with another jolt of pain.

He was coming.

My pain must've nearly strangled him through the bond.

The rush of anger from him was flowing through me.

I notice the guards huddling together, speaking in hushed tones. They must've realize there's no one here.

The twins are also confused, but they still don't touch me.

Like they could feel the rush of power and savage anger approaching and didn't want to be seen touching his prize.

Laying on the floor there, I almost laugh.

Prize...

That was an on-point description of my role.

King...no Emperor of the wolves.

That was my mate.

He was a silent beast.

I struggle to get up, using the nearest wall as a support stand.

I didn't care about my odds.

I step back, the guards parting, backs to the walls, and leisurely continue to do so until I'm at the door that leads out to the patio.

I see him now, standing at the entrance, a straight path towards me.

His eyes are cold and searching.

The guards stand a little straighter, even the twins.

I smile at him, His eyes glow with surprise, then suspicion.

Who would blame him?

I felt maniacal In the moment.

He takes a step forward, I take one back.

My hand pushing the ajar patio door all the way open, letting the wind make its way in.

His eyes narrowed at the movement.

My intention becoming clear.

My smile must look almost crazy.

No one speaks, They all watch my every move.

I don't look the twins in the eye, I knew I would feel guilty if i saw their pleading looks.

Unlike the kings whose eyes are demanding.

His pheromones flood the room and threaten to choke me, but I was too far gone and my body wasn't listening, everyone else however were on their knees, their blood unable to deny the instinct to bow to the Alpha.

...another step forward, and a step back.

I had crossed the threshold and was well into the patio now.

His growl Is deep,

Menacing,

Warning.

It only made me smile harder.

I had officially lost it.

Silence...

Hackles rise.

The tension was thick.

It all happened in a moment.

He leaped and shifted in an instant...

...I jumped.