On the Prowl

|Chapter [V] (pt.1)|

NARRATOR

To Morrigan, time felt like an allusion. It could've been hours, days, or weeks. The empty cracked cement walls surrounding her was not helping her sanity, neither was the eerie silence. This was a form of torture.

After her willing capture, they sedated her due to safety precautions to ensure that transportation to the facility would go smoothly, even though Morrigan reassured them she wouldn't try to run or harm anyone as long as they knew their boundaries. As expected, they didn't trust a word she had said but she didn't trust them either, she understood that.
But when she had awakened from her induced slumber, she was dress in a black jumpsuit, laying on a mattress on the floor in her cell. She was sure many of her rights were violated but she didn't have the energy to deal with it. She just wanted everything to be over with. Being a sitting duck wasn't cutting it for her anymore. She wanted freedom, whether it was being released or death, both of which she's came to accept.

Life is dealing her a messed up hand, either way she choose she was losing in the end. Her family and her freedom was gone, even the trust she had in her mate was gone. He killed her family and then took away her freedom. The hatred for him ran deeper than the blood in her body, she hated him with every fiber of her being. She wouldn't dare go near him, she'd rather shrivel up and die before claiming him as a mate. If she ever had the chance, she would rip his throat with no hesitation. Thana, on the other hand was stoked about finally seeing him.

She constantly talked about his striking hazel eyes, golden tan skin, filled beard, bowed pink lips, sleek hair, tall and muscular build. Thana had made it seem he came out of a fairytale. In return, Morrigan had blocked her out. She was annoyed at Thana for glorifying him, like he was their savior. When, in reality, he was the reason they are locked away. She hated the entire situation. Fate had to have a vendetta against her, because to her it was no way her life could be this messed up. It bothered her severely. It brought up intense emotions every time she thought about it and that angered her. She needs to occupy her mind before she went berserk.

Breathy grunts slipped from her lips as she consistently forced her toned arms to push her body weight further from the ground. Push ups were a way to keep herself busy and her physique up while trapped. This was something her father had taught her indirectly. It was a few times where her family had shifted to their human forms, mainly her father and brothers for training purposes. She'd watch them workout, push ups were something they did every training day. At the time, Morrigan was too young and small to participate. Now, it was a different story. The 5'10 woman was nothing but muscle.

A heavy sweat glazed her body as she continued her push ups. To stop her self from overheating, the top of her jump suit was rolled down and tied at her waist. Leaving a sports bra to keep her modest. She had been going at it for a few minutes, 45 to be exact with small breaks in between. She needed to release the anger and energy that was practically internally boiling over. She desperately wanted to do something but couldn't without receiving potentially deadly consequences. She knew in this moment it was best to wait to come up with a seemingly impossible solution to her problem.

Her actions didn't falter as she began to pick up on the sound of multiple voices and footsteps making their way down the halls. She couldn't decipher how many people there were or what they were saying. However, she did pick up on their pace slowing the closer they had gotten to her door.

Then the footsteps stopped in front of her cell, making her stop her workout. The sound of the multiple locks on her door turning made her stand to her feet, her guard on display. A low growl left Morrigan's lips as her cell door slowly creep open. In walked two brawny white male guards, both hold their arm out in caution upon hearing her warning.

"Easy," The first one coaxed, "You have some visitors. We are just make sure it's okay for them to come in." He watched intensely, waiting for Morrigan's signal. With much hesitation, Morrigan visibly relaxed, but she still watched the duo, waiting for them to make a wrong move.
He noticed her loosen up enough for him give his partner that signal.

"Send them in." The second one said into the radio to someone on the other end. A loud buzz was heard not too far up the hall. The sound of five sets of footsteps where heard nearing the open door.

Morrigan's guard fully dropped the moment she watched the first two faces hit the threshold of her cell door. She couldn't believe it, they still looked the same besides the few wrinkles and gray hairs. Tears started pooling in her eyes, leaving the soldier's watching in disbelief. This was something they didn't think she was capable of. Her lips parted, saying two words, shocking everyone.

"Mom? Dad?"

(Chapter 5 Pt.1 Ending)

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Long time no see, I'm officially back writing! It's been years I know. But I'm back now so the past. It doesn't matter (gaslighting). I know this chapter is short but I wanted to break it up in two parts. Pt.2 is nearly done, so it'll be published shortly. The next chapter will be different. Love y'all!

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