I'm the Alpha's Mate

Chapter 3

The man continues to drag me, and I notice a small building through the trees. Behind it, I can almost see other buildings, almost like houses. As I come closer to the brick building, I notice two people standing on the outside by the door, maybe they are guarding it.

"Found a rogue while checking the perimeters?" One of the men guarding the doorway asks, not very amused. "Why bring it back?"

The man dragging me nods. "It was giving me a hard time."

"It is! We are not it!" Lucy yells, becoming furious.

"I was going to keep it in a cell until I get orders from the Alpha, you know, what he wants to do about it."  The man's tone is boring as he deals with this kind of stuff every day. Locking innocent people in cages, how barbaric.

"Go on in." The guard motions to the doorway.

I am abruptly yanked into the brick building. The inside is dark with a horrid smell, possibly rotting flesh, reeking through the room. There are rows of cells with black bars vertically caging in whatever they hold.

We come to a halt in front of one cell, and with a thin strip of light trickling into the cold space, I see the rest to be empty.

Suddenly, I am pushed inside. Before I can comprehend what is happening the door is slid shut with a clicking noise to top off the unreasonable action. My eyes grow wide and I rush to the black bars. As soon as my bare hands touch the metal, a stinging, burning sensation sears me. Hissing in pain, I peer down at my singed palms.

"Oh, I wouldn't touch the bars, they're made of silver. Don't let the color trick you!"  The man called from the back where we came, on his way out.

We have to get out of here! Lucy frantically panics.

"Oh really? Do you think we should? " I see her sarcastically. I take a deep breath to calm down. "Sorry, I'm just scared."

I am torn from my thoughts by a sudden movement in the far corner of the cell. It is too shadowy and dark to tell if anyone was there, so I stand up straight, trying to find any ounce of courage I may have. "Hello?"

"Help... me," a low voice says back. It is feminine and weak as if they have been sitting in here for decades.

Immediately I rush into the darkness and try to feel around for anything. Then a hand lightly touches mine, and I grab it.

"I'm going to pull you where it's lighter okay?" I warn the person, but I get no answer. What if they are dying? I do not think twice before pulling the person where the lights shine from the small window in the hallway.

When I look down I see a girl maybe a few years older than me. I gasp when my eyes reach her leg. There is a ginormous gash in it, and it is most likely infected. Her face is covered in dirt from the floor and there are small cuts and bruises all over her body. The clothes she is wearing are all tattered and stained with blood.

"Oh gosh! What happened to you?"

Her head slowly turns towards me and her dull eyes stare into mine. "I-I was trying to get home... b-but I accidentally c-crossed over a territory."  She breathes out. Her voice is dry and hoarse, and I know she must be dying for a drink.

"But your leg?"  I questioned.

"They attacked m-me."  Her head moves back onto its side and the girl takes in a small breath. I peer back down at her leg, and it looks to be bleeding.