Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 19- Here We Go Again

Jace's pov

A freshly cracked bottle of scotch, cotton candy, grilled steak, and fresh rain. These are my most favorite scents in the entire world. Fresh rain is obviously number one.

You know what smell I don't fucking like? The rancid odour of whatever mother fucking realm in hell this prick keeps dragging me to, night after night.

There's nothing here on earth that I can use as an example to describe it properly, but imagine a large plastic factory, that's infested with rats, in the middle of a hot summer day, and it's caught on fire. There's also an underlying burning rubber smell. Even then, it probably doesn't come close to being what was currently clinging to every pour in my entire body.

It's the kind of smell that sticks with you long after you've removed yourself from its source. Every morning that I get up after unwillingly visiting this place, I jump into the shower and use Azariah's exfoliating body scrub to try and slough the stench from my skin and hair Yes, that's right, I even use it on my damn head.

With my eyes burning so badly that tears fall down my face, I reach my destination for the forty-ninth time.

One more to go.

I head back to the starting point, not bothering to look in Kratos' direction. His stupid face would only serve to piss me off at the moment, and I couldn't afford to lose focus this close to my goal.

After the first night here, he's made me do the exact same task over and over until I can do it fifty times in a row without being shot even once. Only when I completed his twisted game was I allowed to return to my body that was snuggled up with our mate, fast asleep.

The second night here, it took me close to two hundred and seventy tries. Last night, it was a hundred and four. If I'm able to make the next run without getting hit, tonights count will be fifty on the nose.

I realized that I needed better motivation to reach his ridiculous arrow, so I started my first run, envisioning it as Azariah and our three pups. About halfway through, my sister's face flashed in my mind. I could see her sitting down there, behind the demon's who were trying their hardest to see me fail. Her adorable little red fox looking wolf was perched beside her, and she grinned as she waited for me to reach her.

Nova.

Readying my claws, I prepare myself for this final run. I needed to get the fuck out of here, and now. I've tried everything I can think of to get rid of the image of Nova from my mind, but nothing is working. Although she's smiling in my vision, I can't help but to feel like she's judging me. Her eyes have an accusation in them. I'm able to move fast enough to avoid getting shot from a dozen seven foot tall demons, but I couldn't move fast enough to save her.

I take a few deep breaths of the hot dry air that surrounded me and try to just see the arrow behind them instead of her. Make it through this last run, and I could go home. No victory dance on the way back, no gloating, no nothing. I would walk back up here, stand in front of my tormentor, and wait for him to send me packing.

My body starts to move all on its own, and I keep my eye's downcast, as not to give away my first intended target. Every run, I switch up my tactic so they don't predict my next move.

I've become so used to moving at this speed that I now see everything in slow motion. Even the arrows fly through the air slowly, making them easy to dodge. Once I've disarmed them all, and broken all their bow's, then killed/not killed them, do I collect all the arrows they fired at me off the ground. Only now was I safe to grab Kratos' arrow and walk back up to where he was sitting.