The Darkness Within- A Werewolf Rejection Novel

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Delilah's POV

It had been a few days since I had been to the courtroom, the same amount of time since I had seen Dritran too. After waking up from the tranquilizer, I had broken down and cried. This-my rejection, my brother, my only family getting farther away from me, being thrown into prison- was truly my reality. The only thing I had done wrong was being mated to Alan, no Alpha title for him since he was worst than the dirt on the floor of the cell in my mind.

I begged the moon goddess why she put me in this position. Hadn't I, haven't Dritran and I suffered enough with what happened with our family?

But now as I sat in my cell, full after eating the food the guards had provided, I was thinking about my next move. I was still feeling the effects of the one-sided rejection, but they seemed to lessen over time, or I had gotten stronger. But my appetite came back with full force. And even though I didn't have access to a mirror, I could feel I was putting on weight again which was a relief. My connection with my wolf was still iffy, the only time she came out was when she was angry. But I would take what I could get for now.

I thought about my current situation. On one hand, escape was impossible from my current position. I had guards posted on me 24/7, and not to mention with a series of doors, all locked using fingerprints to open, this place had maximum security. Even if I managed to escape my own cell, the place itself was like a large maze if one didn't know where they were going, and unfortunately, that was me.

My other option was the day I am to be hunted down is released. It would be the only time I would be out of prison, and at least somewhat aware of where I was. But I had no doubt they knew that was my best chance to escape, and security will probably be tighter than usual. Plus it had been decades since they had enacted The Hunt, so I'm sure many of the pack members will come to observe. Whether in disgust or support, I didn't know.

I sighed, it seemed hopeless, but at the same time, I was pissed. Pissed at Alan, pissed at the Moon Goddess, pissed at Tiffany, the elders, the list went on. I wouldn't take this lying down, even if I don't survive for it. I would fight,

Cracking my neck, I stood seeing another shadow that seemed to move out of the corner of my eye I turned fully to see it. But it was gone. I shook my head, I wasn't sure what I was seeing, but I knew it was something. But every time I tried to get a full view, it, the shadow, whatever it was disappeared.

it was times like these when I almost ached for my violin. I laughed a little to myself, with the amount of stress I had gone through these past few weeks I would have composed ten songs by now. But I knew playing at Dritran's celebration was probably the last time I would be able to play, and that made me more than sad. Truly besides hanging out with Dritran, it was the only thing that brought me joy.

There was no window, so it was impossible to tell what time it was, but based on the incoming footsteps it was probably around midnight since the guards switched every 12 hours, and I was also feeling sleepy.

I did a couple of stretches, trying to keep my muscles from becoming too lax, before climbing into bed.

"Ready for a night off?" I heard the first guard say, his voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. Maybe he had guarded me before? But that was unlikely because it was a new guard with every switch since I had been here. Probably to prevent a guard from being too familiar with me, and perhaps having sympathy for my case.

The other guard grunted, "Hell yeah, she has done literally nothing besides sigh and stare off into the distance, I at least want some yelling or something you know."

The guard coming in to switch chuckled, "Sounds about right, probably got all the crazy smacked out of her after the court shit."

The original guard laughed back, "You're right, night man." I heard the familiar jingle of keys as they exchanged them, and his footsteps start to head off in one direction. " Good luck." His voice sounded farther this time as he was making his way towards the door.