The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Mackenzie

My head is pounding. I groan when I feel the headache press against my temples. It feels like they are going to explode any second now. I try and lift my head up, but it just falls back down against my chest.

My arms hurt. They burn. I feel like someone has been stretching them out for hours. My back isn't any better. I remember how I slammed against a rock when I avoided the motorcycle the huntress was on. I'm pretty sure I'm covered in black and blue bruises.

"Kenzie." It's Elliot. He is calling for me from somewhere beside me. His voice makes me open my eyes. It's dark. I can't see anything. I blink a couple of times to try and get used to the darkness.

A chain rattles from somewhere beside me and I furrow my eyebrows. A chain? What the hell is going on here?

"Are you okay?" My mate asks me. I lift my head up again and turn to the source of his voice. "I... I think so." I mumble out, trying to shake the drowsiness away. The chain rattles again and I try to figure out what is going on.

My arms are bound up above me and when I move my fingers to try and figure out with what, but I feel pain in my wrists. The pad of my finger grazes against the cold metal and then I figure out what my wrists are bound with. By a chain. And so are Elliot's.

"I'm so sorry this happened." I hear pain in his voice. I turn to glance to the side and I see his silhouette in the dark. He is bound in the same position I am and his head is leaned against one of his arms. He looks tired. He sounds tired.

"It's not your fault. They probably had eyes on us the whole time." My throat feels scratchy. I wish I could have some water I could drink right now. I tilt my head back and glance up to try and see the ceiling in the dark. I don't see it.

"Where the hell are we?" I ask, my voice just above a whisper. To my surprise I don't feel panic. I'm completely calm. I'm tired, but I'm calm. For now. "I don't know." Elliot answers and his chain rattles again. I can see him move. He is tugging at the chains, trying to free himself from them.

His movements suddenly stop. I look to him and try to figure out what's going on.

"They're coming." He whispers to me and I notice how his whole body turns to me. "Whatever you do, don't tell them anything. I'll take it." My eyebrows furrow at his words. I'm confused and I don't understand what's happening. What will he take?

The door rattles open and the afternoon sunlight slips in. I finally see that we are in a metal like cage, what looks like the back of a truck. There is a figure in between the doors, but the sunlight blinds me. I close my eyes and turn my head away from the doors.

"Now the party can start. Good morning, sleepyhead." The female's voice is sharp and her laugh isn't welcoming. My skin prickles with goosebumps and the calmness I felt before is gone. My whole being is filled with dread and fear and I know Elliot can sense it. I open my eyes and instead of looking to the huntress, I look to him. He can comfort me, even if it isn't by touch. His eyes. That is all I need to see right now.

He is already looking at me. Elliot's bright hazel eyes are lined with dark bags, but the look on his face isn't anywhere near exhausted. He is alert. He is watching me like he'd be waiting for me to tell him to break us out and I know he would do anything to get us out of here right now.

But I don't say anything. Because with the huntress there are two males, both of them armed with guns. One is pointed at me and the other at Elliot.

"Now, let's talk." The huntress speaks and walks closer to us. Elliot narrows his eyes at her and a growl rumbles in his chest. The huntress smirks slightly. "Touchy, touchy. Don't worry, Elliot. You won't be answering my questions this time." How does she know his name? I turn to look at the two, watching as the female leans her head to the side as they watch each other. Her curly brown locks frame her face. Her dark brown eyes then snap at me. She is taller than I am. I figure that out when she walks over to me. She is also slimmer than I am. It's like the woman would be a skeleton, slowly thinning away.