Hunted and Tormented

Chapter 2: Traitor

When I woke up it felt like I’d been hit with a couple hundred bricks. Groaning, I rubbed my forehead, ears still ringing from my surprise attack. My whole head felt like it was on fire and the slightest jerk I made, a wave of nausea swept over me. God. What was wrong with me?

That was when I remembered what Cam had done. Some friend.

My eyes opened, looking up at the grey, concrete ceiling. I was lying on the stone-clad floor in a small, square room that was just as grey and dull as the ceiling. When I turned my head to the left, my heart sank further down than it already was. Long, stainless steel bars lined the fourth wall thickly; they were so close together that it took me a moment to see the guard on the other side.

I scrambled up, flattening myself against the wall as my gaze flew around the room, searching for a possible escape. Could I escape? Of course not, I’d been ranting about how it was impossible earlier. But the instinct was there, like in every wolf. The second we became boxed in, survival kicked in immediately. Wolves hated to be shut in, away from the forest, from the trees and the grass that was damp under our paws and the wind that whipped past us as we rocketed through the trees in streaks of colour.

My wolf ached to be free. She wanted to burst out of this prison and find Cam. She wanted to kill him for what he did to us.

I had to remind her that there was no way out and no one had ever escaped Haven Pack before. I was totally screwed and my only chance of help was the one thing that had put me here. I couldn’t help feeling deceived and utterly humiliated. I was smarter than this, my wolf kept ranting it inside my head like she was punishing me for getting into this mess.

We need to get out, she whined softly.

I know. I’m working on it.

Well hurry up.

Rolling my eyes at my wolf’s short temper, I sank to the floor again, the claustrophobia already taking over and my balance still off since my ears had been clamped. Frustration flickered inside of me, hating how Cam had used my head as some kind of giant cymbal.

“Hey!” I called through the bar, trying to catch the guard attention.

He didn’t even turn around. “What?” he snapped clearly annoyed that I’d made myself known.

I should have asked a million other questions, but the only one my lips would shape were, “Can I talk to Cam please?”

The guard grumbled, irritated. “He doesn’t want to speak to you. Now shut up.”

Damn. Feeling like the purpose of everything had been lost; I sat back against the wall. “You know, you should really be nice to me. Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

“Not likely,” he said, again with the tone that told me he wanted to end the conversation. “Your guard will change every few hours. I do have a life.”

I folded my arms and tilted my head to the side, staring at his back challengingly. “You do, huh? I thought Packs didn’t do anything except dedicate themselves completely to the Alpha. And I thought the Alpha just told them what to do all the time and they did it. Like little doggy slaves.”

The guard’s growl was guttural. “Don’t you dare speak against the Alpha! A thing like you has no right.”

Well. I was a little hurt I’d been downgraded from ‘serial killer’ to ‘thing’. Must be losing my touch.

“And shouldn’t you know about Pack loyalty anyway?” he retorted. “Since you were in one before you killed eight Pack members? Oh, I guess you don’t know what loyalty is then. Shall I explain it to you?”