His Savior

Prisoner 2

~Zahara~

               My head is killing me. It is pounding away, and I'm not sure why. I start to move and quickly stop when my neck starts to radiate pain. What the hell is going on?

Aria........? There is no response, and my mindlink is coming up empty. I take a deep breath and move around again, trying to ignore the pain that comes with it. I feel something soft underneath me, but the room doesn't smell familiar.

               "So you're awake...." A soft voice breaks through the darkness. I don't recognize the voice or the accompanying scent. I open my eyes, and everything is blurry. I blink a few times to try to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounds me. I look and find there is a couch underneath me. I guess I should be happy that I'm not outside somewhere. Across from me is an armchair that is occupied by a body. I try to focus on the chair and start to take in some features. There is definitely a woman sitting across from me; red hair in disarray, dull green eyes, and pale skin.

               "Who......where am I? Who are you?" The woman stands up and chuckles, but it is hollow and angry. I wonder what she plans to do with me and, more so, who the hell she is.

               "I see you were brought here just as I was......without consent. I don't know why he brought you here, but I guess I will find out soon." He....who is he?

              "Who brought me here? Where am I?" She starts to walk toward the bookshelf, not really looking at the book spines. I await a response, but I'm getting a little ticked off that it's taking so long.

              "You didn't see him? He didn't talk to you before putting you out and bringing you here?" I sigh, tired of these riddles and questions to answer questions. I wish I could tap into my Alpha aura right now and get the answers I want, but I'm without that, just as I'm without my wolf for the moment. Before I can respond, the door opens. I refocus my gaze so I can make out who is here.

               "Why is it so dark in here?" That voice.....I know that voice.

               "Get the fuck out of here!" The woman is using a low, menacing tone of voice, and it has me a bit worried. What will her response be if the man doesn't leave?

               "I know you're still mad, but it will all make sense to you soon." I swear I know this voice; I just can't place it right now.

               "Make sense?! It will make sense?! You MURDERED my baby......make that make sense!" I hear an exasperated sigh and a few footsteps toward us.

               "How is she? Is she okay?" The woman looks at me and back at the man. I wish he would walk a bit closer so I could see who he is.

               "Why should I fucking care what happens to her?" His movements are quick, quicker than I could guess, and the woman seems to be taken back as well. He grabs her wrist, making her gasp.

               "You will not speak about your future Luna that way. You will show her some respect." Future Luna?? He turns toward me, and my breath catches in my throat. My heart seems to stop beating, and I can feel my body get clammy.

               "Laslo......" I whisper in disbelief. He lets go of the woman's wrist and turns toward me. He starts to take small steps, and his lips turn upward.

               "Hello, beautiful. I'm glad to see you awake. I have waiting a long time to ge-" Laslo is interrupted by a bookend connecting to the back of his head. He lets out a vicious growl and turns around quickly. The woman is holding a bookend to her chest with a look of fear on her face. He stalks closer to her but says nothing. There is a bit of blood falling down his fingers, but he says nothing. He stops inches from her and looks down at her, staring into her eyes. The woman stands a bit straighter but doesn't waiver. Laslo growls again and stalks out of the house.

               "Who are you? He didn't yell or touch you......why?" The woman lets the bookend drop from her fingers. She takes a shaky breath and plops back in the armchair.

               "I'm his mate. There is nothing he would do to me because he wouldn't want to hurt me." The woman scoffs and looks up to the ceiling. "Funny thing is that he has done nothing but hurt me since we met." The woman looks at me, and I can see tears roll down her face. "You should just get comfortable. This is a prison and you are his prisoner." The woman gets up and walks out of the room, leaving me on the couch.