A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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Midnight had been long ago.
He only moved from his place when the promising, eerie silence stretched for hours upon end. There was not a single soul that moved through the haunted house, no wolves patrolling nearby, and he immediately lurched to his feet with the stealth of a predator.
His heart was pumping, fueled by the excitement of his wolf, and he quietly slipped from his room. He knew every single creaking board in the house and he carefully avoided each one, noiselessly placing his feet and distributing his weight. He didn't even dare breathe as he passed the rooms of other sleeping demons. He could hear their slow heartbeats as they slumbered and he wasted no time in slipped down the stairs.
The closer he drew to the basement door, the more his skin prickled with electricity. It was a contradicting feeling, really, because he was still terrified of the basement but his mate was there. His wolf was practically rolling with excitement. He couldn't wait to see her again, though he feared his condition could be worse than the last time.
When he pulled open the heavy door without a single groan from the old hinges, he exhaled with relief. Chilling air wafted into his face, forcing goosebumps to raise on his exposed skin, and his breaths became frozen clouds as he descended into the place of his worst nightmares. He hated coming down here, that would probably never change. He paused on the bottom step, listening for guards, but he was pleased when the basement was abandoned--aside from the unfortunate souls that were held captive by heavy chains and rusty bars.
He caught her scent and quickly followed it to her. She was a shivering mess, curled into a tiny ball against the far wall of her cell. A single chain was shackled to her ankle and he could see it was too tight, the metal biting harshly into her skin. He searched the dimly lit hallway for the key to her cell, they usually kept them within sight of the prisoners as a mind game. Freedom so close but so far away and it drove them to insanity.
With a single pause to make sure the coast was still clear, he snatched the key and turned to jab it into the rusty lock. It jammed and he jerked it around, trying to get it to unlock. His mate's head snapped up when she heard the metal jingle and her eyes widened in pure terror. He paused, pleading silently with his eyes that he wouldn't ever hurt her, and she seemed to understand the moment she recognized him. Her nostrils flared and then a tiny smile crossed her face as she stood on trembling legs and cautiously drew closer.
He was hypnotized. There was dried blood all over her face and angry, red scratches all over her arms. The bruises that blossomed across her pale skin made his heart clench. He wished he could protect her from all the horrors she had experienced. But her eyes, they were the brightest hazel-green he had ever seen. Despite the outstanding circumstances, she was utterly beautiful.
