Where I Belong

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

Who do you think it is?

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

Walking towards the small meadow behind her village, the female bent down, listening to the forests music. The birds chirped melodiously, trees fluctuated back and forth, and far off in the distance, a deer stood eating bits of small grass beneath its hooves. She sighed, standing up slowly. Her nerves were on edge recently, due to meeting a particular being a few months before.

She had been walking in the forest like she did every day, it was her usual routine. But something strange happened. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something black, standing close to her. Frowning, she took a step back, but became startled as it advanced towards her. Shrieking, she backed away, hitting against a tree. Wishing that a big hole would swallow her up, she watched the hooded figure come closer, until it stood right in front of her.

“What do you want?” she snarled, surprising herself by how calm she sounded.

It said nothing.

Sliding her foot to the side, she planned to outrun the certain individual, but before she did, her head was smashed against the tree. Becoming unconscious, she blacked out.

“Ow,” she moaned, waking up in a dark room. Her wrists, buckled by silver chains, she pulled on them. Surprisingly, the cuffs didn’t break like she’d expected. It was meant to hold werewolves down, which she was.

“Damn it!” she yelled loudly, her voice echoing throughout the room. It was like an underground cave, well more like prison…

“I see you’re finally awake,” a rough voice sounded to her right. Looking up, she saw a tall man, wearing a Vancouver Canucks blue hat, and bright emerald coloured eyes. His scent, she recognized to be human. The hooded figure was nowhere to be found.

“Where am I? Why are you doing this?” she asked him, frowning.

“Where you are is none of your business, and why I’m doing this? Well it’s for a really good reason. Give me the answers I want, and you can go back to where you came from,” he replied, his voice sounding cruel and strict.

“Well that wasn’t the answer I wanted, so you can go screw yourself!” she spat.

Slap!

Her head snapped to the left, cheek stinging. Her wolf howled in anger for being mistreated and disrespected. It wanted to shift and rip his head off.

“Anymore of that, and you’ll get more than just a slap, little lady! I haven’t had my fill very much lately, and you’re not a bad sight for sore eyes, yes, not at all,” he sneered evilly, yellow teeth showing. She felt like throwing up, knowing that he was at least twenty or more years older than she was.

Not caring what would happen, she retorted, “You are so pathetic, you have to kidnap a girl and chain her up just to get some? Wow, and you call yourself a real man? Why don’t you go find someone else your own age?”

Angering him, he then grabbed her by the hair, slamming her head against the wall. She whimpered, as it was already sore from being pushed into the tree. Her wolf, for some reason wasn’t healing her. His hand lowered down to her neck, where he wrapped it around, squeezing. Worried for her life, she begged him to stop.

“Please, stop!” she choked out, his hand tightening.

“Just say that one more time, little lady! Say that I’m pathetic,” he yelled menacingly.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, tears started to flow down her cheeks.

Pushing her head back, he released his hold from her neck. It felt swollen, and black spots started showing in her vision.

“Now, tell me about your pack and how many members are in it,” he sat down on a stool in front of her, elbows on his knees and hands underneath his chin.

After confessing, he asked her about two certain families; the Serenity’s and the Stars. She had no clue what he was talking about. He only nodded when she said she didn’t.

Remembering it sent shivers up her spine. After talking with the human man, the hooded figure appeared from behind the corner. Cowering away from whoever it was, she shrieked as its hand grabbed her hair in a death grip, bashing her head against the wall. His or hers hit was harder and more effective, knocking her unconscious once again.

Waking up in the forest, she felt no more pain, realizing her wolf healed her, finally. There was no evidence of what had happened, only yellow tinges from where she was hit. Thankfully there was nothing noticeable. She was afraid to tell anyone, so she kept her mouth shut.

Shaking her head at the horrible memory, she brought her attention back to her surroundings. Everything was quiet, no sound. It was creepy, an eerie feeling rushing over her, she ran back to the village.

END OF CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN