Astrid was born from two shifters, yet became a witch. At the young age of five she was stuck on a deserted island for four years before her and her family were rescued and brought home to Astoria, where she grew up until they moved to Alaska.
Damia...
Weeks have passed and I was right, Damian and I have become close friends. We play with Darius often and then have our own play time where we play board games or video games or even just talk about life. To say we were best friends would probably be an understatement. He was there for my birthday and even got me a small, adorable little snow owl stuffy with bright yellow eyes and some chocolates as a gift.
He never left Darius out of any of our games if he asked which is why we were all playing hide n seek in the woods, ok I was cheating. I used a spell to blend in and just followed Damian around. He was looking for us when we heard an ear shattering scream not too far away.
Darius....
I took off at a sprint, not caring if my spell faded, and burst through the trees to find Darius whimpering and crying in a net, surrounded by hunters. I let out a growl and tackled the guy laughing like a lunatic. The others scrambled to help the man I was currently using as I toy, clawing his arms and face. I saw Damian gently guiding Darius away in the chaos from my peripheral vision before something sharp pricked my neck and I felt dizzy.
I reached up and pulled the tranq dart out with a growl, glaring with glowing green eyes at the man holding the gun. The man I was hovering over shoved me off and snatched a fistful of my hair as he stood up, yanking on my hair painfully as he went. I let out a low growl as the dizziness increased and my eyelids began to grow heavy. "Boss will like this one, she has a fire he loves to put out." Someone chuckled before a sharp tug on my hair sent a stinging pain through my scalp. "Damian...." I mumbled through my drugged state, half stumbling half getting dragged after the men. I heard someone call my name, but I couldn't place the voice. My mind was too far gone and with that thought, I passed out.
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The sharp smell of wolfsbane reached my nose and brought me back to my senses, well mostly. My eyes fluttered softly as I adjusted to the bright light above me and once they were finally ready I ripped my eyes open and studied my surroundings. My first thought was that I'd died, it was probably a 10x10 cell with a bed, toilet and sink and it was completely white. The bedspread, walls, floors everything was stark white, like snow, even the lights. Then I noticed the mirrors that lined one of the walls and flinched back from my appearance.
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My hair was knotted like a birds nest -now I see why it's called that- my face was bloodied and dirty, my clothes were ripped and dirty and overall I look like I fought a bear, and lost. I slowly staggered to my feet and stumbled over to the sink to wash my face at least, realizing on the way they broke one of my ankles, probably to keep me from running. After I washed my face the door opened up to reveal a man in army-like armor holding a tranq gun that reeked of wolfsbane.
Clearly they don't know I'm not all wolfblood....
I wanted to laugh as I opened my mouth to use a spell but instantly shut it and coughed as the smell of witch hazel reached me. "We're prepared for everything you little witch, let's go." The man ordered, grabbing my wrist and yanking me forward. I stumbled after him with a yelp.
We walked down a long, white hallway in complete silence but I didn't mind, it gave me time to think and study everything. The hall seemed to go on forever before we stopped and it branched off into four other hallways and we ended up taking the one on the far left and kept walking. I huffed quietly with irritation as I tried to make a mental map of where we were going. After a few more minutes of walking we stopped in front of a heavy silver door with a small barred window that allowed the stench of wolfsbane and witch hazel to leak through. I coughed at the smell and leaned away from it while trying to scratch my arms but to my dismay the man began searching through his keys.
"If you try anything I will find out and you will not like the consequences." The man said gruffly as he opened the door and shoved me in. "Assy!" a painfully familiar voice cried hoarsely, as if it had been crying for a while. I whipped my head around to find Damian hugging a red faced Darius in the furthest corner. "D!" I ran -limped- over and pulled both of the boys into a tight hug as the door slammed shut. "Are you guys okay?" I asked, scanning them head to toe.
"We're fine, we've been worried about you though." Damian answered quietly as he looked me over for injuries. "I'm fine, we need to find a way out of here though." "And we will, these people aren't the brightest." I laughed softly and nodded in agreement as I ruffled Darius' hair.
"we should start planning." I suggested a moment too soon. The door opened up and a new guy stood in the doorway. "Let's go witch." He demanded, earning a growl from myself and Darius. When I didn't move he came in and pulled me away from the boys. "I said let's go." I glanced back into the cell as I was dragged out to deal with who knows what.
