Rodwood Academy

Chapter 67: Take the Deal

After countless hours of screaming and crying, Zander had finally managed to come to terms with his new accommodations. As he sat all alone, away from his friends and unaware of their wellbeing's, he dreamt of being back in the city with the Fanger's.

Sure they may have been locked up there too, but at least they all had actual beds and each other.

The flat stone that the boy had been sleeping on for days now was starting to do something to his back as he could feel his shoulders tensing every time he woke.

He missed the food that they had gotten from the vampires too. He might not have enjoyed being handed his plate by one of the scary looking buff guards, but he couldn't help but scowl down his food in one breathe during every meal.

Food was certainly his comfort item, even if his figure didn't give that away.

After being fed scraps of leftover meat that looked like it had been previously ripped off of a bone, Zander was tired and hungry to say the least. With only the leftovers he had been given for the past week, his energy level was extremely low.

He was so tired that he could barely bring himself to even lift his head off of the stone bed he had been laying on. With his arm keeping his head propped off of the hard surface, he stared up at the mud enclosed roof that leaked water down into his cell.

He felt ill thinking about how he would spend the rest of his days down here all alone. While he got the company of the occasional wolf every now and then to give him his food, he knew he wasn't going to see his friends or family any time soon.

It was a long week to say the least.

He needed interactions. He needed his friends. He needed a decent meal! Anything other than this horrible neglectful treatment that these werewolves were showing him.

But it seemed like just when things couldn't have been getting worst and his sanity was on the brink of breaking he heard a twig break from outside.

Raising an eyebrow as he glanced up towards the bars over the ground surface, he questioned himself. 'Was that real?' He thought.

Over the past week his mind had been cruel to him. Every time he heard the slightest bit of sound, he always rose up high hoping that it would be his friends here to save him from his imprisonment.

But everytime he was proved to be painfully wrong when it turned out to be nothing.

Even the slightest sounds of the wind made him jump.

But it was at night that was the worst of them all. It was when his mind had nothing but time to ponder and think—it played tricks on him. While he dreamt all Zander could envision was his freedom. Being back home in his bed tucked away and waking up to see this was all one big horrible dream.

But it wasn't. Everyday he woke back up in his cell reminded of the pain this place had shown him ever since their arrival.

Waiting a second longer to listen for anymore twigs breaking, the boy was discouraged when all he got was the sound of the crickets calling back at him.

Shrugging his shoulders and going back to the uneventful ceiling, the boy tried to lose himself to his thoughts for the hundredth time alone this early morning—but again a twig echoed out to him.

And this time he knew he wasn't just imagining it.

Jumping from his spot he ran to the bars and grabbed onto them looking out desperately. He was hopping to see any of his friends coming to rescue him.

"Alia!"

"Rose!"

He called hoping one of them would answer. But as he looked out into the fully compacted forest, there wasn't a single sighting of the girls. "Guys?" He asked with less enthusiasm as his grip loosened.