A Wolf's Honor

Chapter 2

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

I don't remember getting home last night. Though, I don't remember anything past the second round. Durham was so pushy with rounds last night that it's no wonder I blacked out.

The ground is cold and almost wet. I can't feel much else aside from cold. Cold... why is it cold? The blurry vision clears as I blink repeatedly and look around.

Bleak solid walls all around me. The only objects in the room are a thin wool blanket on my legs and a plastic water bottle a foot away. The panic starts to settle as a wave of pain surges behind my temple.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

It's distant and I thought it may have been a bad dream, but no. I have never been as wrong in my life as I am right now. Calm down. Just calm down and think. You left the bar alone after Jack and Miguno. You were at Lucky Tuesday's and on the way home. You saw yourself. No. You felt yourself trip and then someone punched you. A buffalo maybe? A bull? This isn't good. This really isn't good.

I sit up to look a little more closely at the door. It's metal and looks sound. As I move closer to examine it I hear footsteps on the other side. They clack in wide slow strides. Out of fear, I lay back down and hold my breath to listen closer to them, closing my eyes and feigning sleep. The rhythmic steps make their way close and closer until I felt a looming presence on the other side. My heartbeat drumming harder in my ears, hindering my ability to hear anything else. I think I'm going to puke if this continues.

And just as the presence came, it left. The same clacking steps making their way to finish their route. I peek my eyes open to look around once more as relief washed over me. Well, as much relief can wash over someone hungover and in an undisclosed location. In the corner of the ceiling, there is a small camera with a red light on.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

Keep it together Legosi. It's with good reason. Who knows, maybe I'm in holding for public intoxication. Yeah, that's it. It's just overnight jail. They'll come to get me soon enough and we'll work this out. It's really no big deal.

***

I can't tell how long it's been since I've woken up. A half an hour? Three hours? Maybe more. The LED overhead lights have done nothing but make my headache worse and this blanket somehow make me feel colder. Where are the officers? Shouldn't I get a phone call to make?

My ears perk up as I make out a faint clicking noise again. The same clicking as before when I first woke up.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

The slow and steady footsteps pause at my door before rattling and fumbling with the locks. Come on, just a little closer. It's not long before the door opens and I see on the other side- It's not an officer but a well-dressed bull. A familiar bull I can't place in time. Maybe a past moving client?

"Get up." He demands and stands in the doorway.

I sit up and attempt to stand but barely make it to my knees.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

"I can't.." I say, my voice much weaker than intended as it came out. Why won't they work properly? What's wrong with my body?

"Good. That means you drank the water." He replies and looks over to the empty bottle.

They drugged the water. As fast as it left me, the memory comes back. I never made it home because of him and that damn tiger. Abducted. I was abducted like on the news.