chapter 6: Anna gets her wolf?

I woke up to a banging headache. It felt like my head would split into two halves. I looked around and wondered where I was.

Everywhere was dark but slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I noticed that it was quite a small room and I was lying in bed with a wet cloth placed on my forehead.

A thin fabric was used to cover me and I shivered slightly when I tried to move.

I noticed that everywhere was eerily quiet and that was when I remembered everything that transpired earlier.

'was I still at the park house'

. I tried to get up but I noticed that there was something tied to my wrist I tried to yank it off but it jingled loudly and then I froze.

'chains' I was chained to the bedpost. But why? I thought silently. 'was it because of my outburst earlier?'

'was I going to be imprisoned?' 'what happens to my family now... especially me?'

Well the word family suddenly tasted bitter in her mouth.

How long had everything been normal but suddenly in the last 24 hours everything drastically changed. How pathetic was her life? The moon goddess was to blame for her misfortunes.

First of all she denied me a wolf now all of a sudden the smell of my pheromones are uncontrollable and my heat came very sudden without calculations or control. I sighed and tossed in the bed but something dragged on my wrist reminded me of my current predicament. I was now at the mercy of the alpha and the councils judgment. My thoughts wondered back to the dream I had back at the hospital.

It was so clear. Perhaps it happened but when? And more importantly, how did I forget such a huge occurrence. I kept drifting away in my thoughts that I didn't know when sleep claimed me.

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*Please don't hurt me "

I screamed at the man dragging me away while struggling to wriggle my hands from his grip. I wondered how I got here. Had someone kidnapped me from the pack house? But who?

The man's grip on me was hurting my wrist and too strong for my fragile hands."Mom" I yelled from the pit of my stomach.

What I didn't understand was why my voice echoed back in my ears. Were we the only ones here? I . Then suddenly without turning to look at me, he hit his hand on my head and a scream tore from my throat.

Tears filled m eyes and fear clouded my senses making me shiver so lightly and my body trembled. I couldn't scream any further not because I lost my voice but fear wouldn't let me. "Be quiet, except you want your blood to paint these walls."

He threatened with another snack on my head. At this rate I didn't need to wait for his threat because his constant smacking would actually split my head into two halves.

I stiffled my scream and just sobbed silently, hoping, praying and pleading to the moon goddess to come to my rescue." Just then I noticed a figure at the end of the dark room.

And suddenly lights came on but they were not as bright to reveal the secrets the room held but just enough to reveal the faces of my captors. I was dropped on my feet and I had long stopped trashing to be set free.

The man who brought me was quite tall and a looker but then the devil was always handsome wasn't he?

The other man sat across from where we stood, not talking nor engaging but just staring. Looking straight into my eyes and all I could feel was his gaze burning right through me like a detective studying his victim. It felt like he was looking into my soul. Suddenly i noticed him stretching his lips into a wide grin and the smile was anything but kindm "this is going to be fun"

he said more to himself than me , or maybe to his other partner or maybe servant who did his dirty work. I say servant because ever since the 'master don' turned on the light and made his presence known in the room, my captors had gone silent as if talking or even breathing would get him killed.

Well if I was scared of him killing me off before from hitting me then I had a new fear unlocked right now. If he was a abductor then then maybe his mast was way worse. And I mean worse than just killing a person he looked like someone who would find amusement in torture.

Just like I was thinking I noticed the man sitting opposite us stand up swiftly and picking something up from the wall before stepping closer to face her. Then his gaze flickered to her neck and in one swift motion he yanked it off forcefully.

She stiffened and he noticed but seem to just chuckle at her reaction, like he was clearly amused by her. Then he he lifted her chin with his hands . The air around them seemed to go still and every where around them was pin drop deadly silent.

A cold shiver ran down her spine and she tried to look away but his voice broke into her mind "uh uh beauty, eyes up here" he commanded in a calm voice contrasting against the raging storm raging inside her. She tried to stay calm but her her body betrayed her as she slightly wobbled. But with practice ease he caught her from falling and put her in place.

"Good" he said looking satisfied, " just where I want you to be" he said with a smile that didn't quit reach his eyes. "Narcisus" he called out and it seemed he was talking about the ghost of a man in the room with them. The man had not spoken a word since he laid eyes on his boss. And as if expecting the command the buff man left without another word. Now if she wasn't scared before this, now she was sure as hell terrified. She could remember all the crime movies of different kills. Then from no where she felt something on her shoulder but she dared not turn to look.

Even though her curiosity was heightened, she was at a disadvantage and the best thing to do was not provoke her killer. Then he spoke " for someone who was trashing a while ago and begin to be set free you sure are well composed" he stated with a glint in his eyes and an amused expression on his face. I didn't answer. No retort, no response just stillness. "Hmm an obedient one are you ?... Scared I might snapped your sender neck?"

He said so casually like the was talking about the weather and eating chicken wings with pasta. I froze my breath hitched and slowly ever so lightly I looked up at him and stared into his eyes. If I was going to die, then I should get a good look at my killer. He looked so innocent and simple but yet beneath the look was a murderous and terrible assassin or worse. But what could be worse?

I took the the initiative to keep staring and study his face, just in case I escaped I could somehow deal with him. So funny how I think this when I can't even save myself. Yeah that reminds me what happened to my pheromones ?

It's smell was meant to distract him or cause him to be intoxicated. Why was.... Before I could even think of blink pain shot up from my back and a scream tore from my throat while the stranger stared at me oddly. I noticed him saying something but I could no longer hear him since the pain overwhelmed me. Then I felt a crack in my bones and then a shift but I still couldn't understand until his voice cut through the dog of the pain and I heard him say "I thought you had no wolf?"

My head snapped to look at him and I saw him raise an axe to hit me and just ask he was about to land it on me I gasped and jumped up on bed. I was drenched in sweat. I looked around and I saw the day had brightened the window showed the sun was still rising and I was still alone in the room and chained to the bed. At the same time I heard a knock on the door before the door burst open!