Forgiving A Murderer

Part 2 - Surprise!

The throbbing woke her. Every throb was like a dwarf from Snow White swinging his axe against her skull, as if there was the promise of gold or something magical within her cranium. She winced, squeezing her already closed eyes as she held her head in pain. She was scared, she had to admit. She had never been caught on anyone's territory. She had no idea what she would open her eyes to, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant.

For one, packs weren't very fond of rogues. Most rogues were vicious, soulless wolves. They either got kicked out of a pack for a crime or ran away because of some emotionally devastating event. Most rogues are bat shit crazy, it was justified that packs would generally have a kill-on-sight rule.

Second, she was sort of famous. Not for good reasons, either. She might have done some killings, a few slaughters here and there. She wasn't a serial killer or anything, she was just out for revenge. On a mission, really. So all packs were aware of her and her activities. Another reason why an Alpha would be... encouraged to get rid of her should he find her on his land.

So... was she waking up in hell? Because she doubted heaven had floors this cold. But then again hell was supposed to be really hot, right? She groaned as her head continued to throb, but she forced herself to open her eyes.

She found herself lying on concrete. Cold, wet concrete, how nice. Her body objected as she tried to push herself up. By the stiffness in her bones, she was lying there for a long time. Possibly overnight.

She glanced around, finding herself locked behind floor to ceiling silver bars. They were shiny, almost tauntingly so. Behind her she found a small window at the top of the wall. She could see the sun through it, and just as she had assumed it was morning the next day.

She groaned again, pushing herself up to her feet. She got as close as she dared to the silver bars without burning her skin on it and glanced around. There were three more cells just like hers, one to her left and two across. Down the hall to her left she could see steps leading up to a door, and to her right a dead end.

“Cozy.” She muttered sarcastically. All three of the other cells were empty, as far as she could see. She didn't overlook the fact that the shadows were dark, and someone could easily be hiding in them.

She waited for what seemed like hours for someone to come for her. They obviously wanted something from her, otherwise she would already be dead. Finally there was a rustling at the door, then keys were inserted and the door swung open with a bang. Were they trying to be intimidating? She waited by the far wall, not moving from her position leaning against it with an ankle loosely crossed over the other.

She watched the shadows of two men come closer to her cell. The shadows were big, she noted. Of course, Alphas were always big. Two men came into view then. Both wore jeans and expensive looking shoes, with dress shirts tucked into their pants and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The Beta, from the looks of him, wore a navy one while the obvious Alpha wore a black one.

They looked good, she had to admit. But that was to be expected. Werewolves typically were aesthetically pleasing.

She eyed the Beta, who glared at her menacingly.

Yeesh, she thought. If looks could kill.

She looked over at the Alpha then, staring him right in the eye. She knew this ticked off Alphas, they were used to people avoiding eye contact. Apparently that was the respectful thing to do. Davina never understood it.

They stared each other down for a moment, the Alpha visibly growing irritated when she wouldn't back down. It went on until a deep growl started in his chest, and ended when he couldn't contain himself and punched the silver bars in frustration.

The staring match broke when he hissed in pain as his skin burned from the silver.

Davina laughed then, a good loud laugh that she found she hadn't done in a long time. “That was great! Better than a comedy show.” She said, earning a sharp glare from the two wolves.

“Shut up, mutt.” The beta growled.

Davina sobered up then, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest again and eyeing the two. “Alright, down to business. What do you want?”

“What are you talking about.” The Alpha said through his teeth. He was still very pissed off.

She rolled her eyes, but she really enjoyed his thick Spanish accent. “Well you obviously need something, otherwise I'd be dead. So, what do you need?”

“Nothing from you, sweetheart.” The Alpha spat, his eyes looking her up and down.

She frowned. “Then why am I here?”

“Because,” the Beta sneered. “You're the Alpha's mate.”

I know no one reads these, just wanted to clarify I'm only posting this because I honestly always lose files on my computer, and I figured I could use some critisism.