They swung open the cage door, cattle prods at full power, humming with electricity. The man lazily lifted his hands in surrender. "Now, now." He said softly. His voice was like velvet. "No need. I'll do as you please." The man in the cage said, his...
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By the time she made it back to the apartment, even the lycans burning blood within her couldn't stop the chill from seeping into her bones. Clumsy fingers fumbled with the front door to the building.
When she finally made it inside and up the many flights of stairs to Dime's apartment, she found the door ajar. Her hackles raised immediately, the joy of her new found ally fading. She palmed the knife as she slid it free from her waistband.
Theo turned the corner quickly, the blade held defensively out in front of her, only to be met with a sight that made her heart ache.
Her brother.
Dime had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept properly in some time, and his knuckles were bruised, but he otherwise looked healthy. Nothing like that broken wolf in the snow the night of her capture. Her face lit up, and the knife clattered to the floor as she rushed to hug him.
The lycan within her did its best to restrain them, sensing another danger, but Theo ignored it wholeheartedly. Hands snatched her from behind, yanking her back into the body of the aggressor.
"Let go!" The scream was pure frustration as she kicked and squirmed, but the arms were like metal cables.
A dark laugh, rich and sonorous, came from the man holding her as Vsevolod strode into view, tutting softly. "You didn't think we'd let you lay one of those murderous fingers on our comrade, did you?"
Dime's face twisted in confusion as he watched her struggling there. "Vsev, what do you mean? Call him off! Let her go!"
The lycan in her spat at the pet name her brother had made for the wretched man. "I'm sure you've taken notice of my new scar." He trailed a finger down the still-red mark she'd made across his face that night in the cellar.
Dime nodded warily. "Well, you have your sister to thank for that. And not just the scar, either. She's killed a human girl for the crime of having heard some harmless comments."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Theo wailed, squirming relentlessly in the hopes that her captor's grip would falter. She needed to explain the situation to her brother before Vsevolod wove his web of lies around him. Before she could open her mouth to scream again though, the hand of her captor clapped over her lips, shoving a piece of cloth deep inside the wet recesses of her throat.
She choked, gasping for air through her nose as the hand stayed clamped. "Stop! What are you doing to her Mitroshka?" Her brother protested in a voice brimming with rage. The air in the room grew colder, and she saw the flicker of another form around that of her brothers. The blonde from the night of her escape that made her stomach twist and churn with a reality she didn't want to face.
"This is necessary, Dimetreaus. Just watch-" and then he was pulling up a phone. It looked so strange in his hands. A modern touch that hadn't been present in all the time she had been trapped in Ilaross.
