Silver Claws

43. Peace in the storm

Tw: attempted SA

My face was hot, and my head seared with pain. The worst being in the back of my head, and I almost groaned out loud. There was other pains too, but this was all I could think about at first.

There was a tightness around my wrists, I couldn't move them forward. And my whole body was cramped, curled up and sweating. Chills ran down my arms.

Logan? I reached out instinctively.

Akela! Where are you!?

His voice hurt my head too, I shuddered. He voice calmed but was still loud.

Tell me what you can see.

I opened my eyes to darkness, something was definitely over my face. I felt the motion beneath the fabric, I was being dragged on the ground.

I think I'm in a bag. My head is- A white hot searing, a branding iron being pressed.

Okay. I'm coming to find you. Don't worry okay? You'll be okay.

I ground my jaw, which only hurt my head more. I would not wait, or take being put in a bag. I just needed to shift while making sure whatever was on my wrists wouldn't break my arms in the process.

I would need to be smaller then larger. Maybe a humming bird, the reach would be right, and I would be able to slip my arms out. Then something large to break the fabric, but still move down the tunnel, and rip apart whoever did this.

Please be careful.

I just began to steady myself when the dragging stopped.

"She's awake."

I started to shift but I wasn't fast enough. A blow landed on the side of my head. I could hear Logan's alarm as I saw only white, then nothing at all.

*******

I lost count of the amount of times I was knocked unconscious. Just as I would become oriented, maybe hear Logan's voice, I would be hit again. I think the number was four before I woke up the final time, no longer being dragged or carried.

Still inside the sack and bound I transformed as I had originally planned, nausea and pain making my vision swim. Ripping through the bag with tiger claws was nothing, but there was no one there to meet my wrath.

It took a moment to comprehend where I was, the damage to my head had to be terrible. The floor seemed to sway, reach up like the peak of a wave before buckling downward, impossible to completely rise. Every joint aches from stiffness. As I looked around and tried to make sense of what I could see, blood oozed into my face. It was solid smooth walls, curved in a stone chamber. I knew this place from somewhere.

Akela?!

Logan? Where are you?

I'm looking for you! Where are you?

I've been here before. It's dark.

My head throbbed to the beat of the swinging floor. It was rushing up to meet me. My chin hit the stone, a mere pinching pain. I turned my head to side and heaved a few times. I needed to rest, I wasn't well.

Wait! Don't fall asleep, I need you to tell me...

Logan's voice became a muted drone as I drifted off to sleep.