Silver

Chapter 42

I exhale sharply through my nose as the knife is drawn across my stomach.
That's the sixth cut, and it hurts worse every time.
The other cuts ache with the cool air hitting it as well as the new cut being made.
Alpha Clarkson withdraws the knife slowly before sending his fist into my stomach.
The breath is knocked out of me but I don't make a sound. I won't give him the satisfaction.
Noah groans beside me, if not for the chains holding up his still unconscious form, he would have been sprawled across the floor.
Clarkson grips Noah's head and pulls his head backwards exposing his neck.
He sends me a sick grin before putting the tip of knife against Noah's exposed collarbone.
The tip breaks the skin and a steady trickle of blood runs down his bare chest.
I grit my teeth and strain against my shackles but the metal only bites into my skin not giving the slightest.
He digs the knife farther into Noah's skin and in a sudden movement he jerks his hand inward, slicing open Noah's smooth skin from his outer collarbone to the base of his throat.
A sharp sting makes its way across my collarbone as an echo of Noah's pain.
"You bastard." I whisper.
Black eyes meet mine and he brings the tip of the knife to the underneath of my chin roving me to look up.
"She speaks." He trails the knife slowly up my jaw and across my cheekbone before dropping to my lips. "I can't say Noah didn't get lucky with you. I guess I'll just have to ruin that pretty little face."
I don't flinch as he slices the knife across my upper lip, or when he punches me again in the stomach, or even when he drags the knife through my eye brow down to the outer corner of my eye. But I do flinch when he suddenly spins away from me and slashes deeply into Noah's side.
Even unconscious he groans and tries to move away from the pain.
A sharp pain bites my side and I suck in a deep breath.
My own blood runs into my mouth from my lip and my left eye is becoming blurry from the blood running down my face.
But no matter the amount I blood I see Clarkson's face lean in close to mine.
"Until next time my dear."
With that he leaves the small room we've been trapped in for the past 8 hours.
I don't know how he found this abandoned town I where this town even is but it startled me to find that it already had chains built into the concrete walls.
After I have myself up, I was bound and gagged and blind folded. Me and Noah were then carried for at least 2 hours through the woods to this building where we have been now for at least 8 hours.
When we first entered the room we were chained up by our wrists and are ankles were shackled too.
The only light in the room is from a small barred window high in one of the bare walls.
After we were chained Noah's shirt was completely removed as it was already in shreds and mine was torn in half, it now ending just at the base of my rib cage.
I guess Clarkson want I see the damage he inflicts.
We both would have healed by now if it wasn't for the wolfsbane that was injected into both of us, which cuts us off from our wolves and blocks out most abilities they lend us.
After staring at the blood stained concrete walls biting my tongue to bare the pain I spit the blood out of my mouth and turn towards Noah. And I'm shocked I see his eyes open and looking at me.
"Noah?" My voice is hoarse from thirst and lack of use. He send me a small smile but winces when he takes a deep breath.
"Hey sugar dumpling." Hi voice is barely a whisper, but when he takes in the extent of my injuries he straightens up as an icy determination settles in his crystal eyes.
"I love you." His eyes meet mine as he speaks, grey and blue. Clouds blotting out the sky. The sun is shining through. "I love you so much."
I can't help but smile even as my cut lip stretches I feel joy.
"I love you too sweet cheek-"
Suddenly loud growls and howls rip through the dead silence, the sounds of a battle ensuing after.
I look at Noah questioningly before stretching up a high ad I can to see out the window.
I can just barely make out the tops of human heads and the backs of wolves. All engaged in combat.
Just as I see a head full of re hair is when I sense the connection.
Beth.
They must have come, all the people from Talas mountain village must be here. There is certainly enough of them to take out the remaining members of the Cold Peak pack.
The heavy rusted metal door suddenly flies open and in stalks a bloody Clarkson still holding the knife now dripping with blood.
He reaches Noah and seeing him awake punches him square in the jaw so hard his head snaps to the side.
His cold eyes meet mine in an evil glare. "Say your goodbyes deary."
Cold panic rushes through me filling my veins and taking over my motions. The only thin my mind can think of is that my mate is about to be killed.
I don't even register what I've down until concrete flies from behind me as I rip my shackle and chain from the wall.
I grab Clarkson's wrist just as the tip if the knife touches the skin over Noah's heart.
The Alphas alarmed eyes meet mine just as I push him away from Noah sending him flying but keeping the knife in my hand.
I grip the knife quickly between my teethe to reach down and break the chains attached to my ankles.
I don't get the chance to free my left hand as Clarkson is up and barreling towards me.
I grip the knife firmly in my right hand as he approaches me.

Here I am seriously wounded, chained by one hand, and armed with only a knife against a mentally destroyed Alpha, in almost perfect health, and armed with insanity.

And there is no way in hell I'm going to lose.