Book 3: Updating

Chapter 1: My Death

It didn’t take long to get to our destination. Tony kept his word and gave me one last day of basic human decency where I could shower, eat three meals of my choosing, and live unmolested as long as I didn’t try to run, not that I could: they were too heavily armed and I was too closely monitored.

I wrote Jesse love letters on my skin the entire day, I mind linked my mother and asked her to describe what the twins were doing and saying. I made Alpha Gregory promise to keep my babies out of war, and Lindsey agreed to care for the twins and stay with my parents until the threat of war had passed.

I was not ready to die, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

The morning came too quickly, and we were on the road again. For appearances, I had to take the last leg of the journey with my head covered in a black hood. I wasn’t  allowed to know the exact location of our destination. If my captors disobeyed, they would be shot on sight. They were decent enough to me, when their orders allowed for leniency, so I did not cause them problems.

I wrote to Jesse on the under side of my thigh where Tony could not see as we drove.

I tapped three times and he tapped back.

I wrote: I love you.

He replied: I love you too. You will escape. You will live.

I responded: Can you find the Lycans?

Jesse asked: Why?

I explained: They are most like us. We need allies here. Spies, mercenaries, allies. War is coming.

Jesse wrote: Can you escape?

I responded: No. Machine guns, black hood on head, protected only if I behave.

Jesse asked: Have you given up?

I replied: No. I will look for a way.

I paused and wrote: Car stopping. Love you. Love you. Love you. Always love you.

I put my fingers on my mark and rubbed it and I felt Jesse do the same. I knew he could feel my anxiety.

I was pulled gently from the car and escorted up some stairs. They pulled the hood off and I was inside a warehouse. It was dark and clean. There were men I had never seen before sitting around on chairs nearby, playing cards.

Each man gave me a once over, and grinned at me with eyes where lust and desire were the only things alive. Otherwise their eyes were cold, dead, and bored.

“Now Tony, we already had lunch today. He motioned to a dark corner of the warehouse floor near them where a frighteningly barbaric Medieval device had been set, fresh blood glistened on it, but the victim was no longer present.

"Is she dessert?” His smile was more of a gleam.

One man came out of a back room, wiping blood off his hands and putting his shirt back on. My wolf ears picked up a faint whimpering coming from the room, before the door slammed shut behind him. He smelled like sex.

He spoke up, “Tony! You got her! I knew you could!” He clapped Tony on the back and Tony put on a fake smile. The man had dark soulless eyes like a snake.

“Man! Is there even an ugly werewolf? You all look like super models. The Boss will be pleased. She will attract a crowd. Have you tested her out? Is she tough?” He looked at me like he was buying cattle at the market, not seeing a person.

“That is not my style man. You know that. I grab ‘um and run ‘um. I don’t take them for a spin. They do better unspoiled. The boss hates when they come in scared and whimpering. Their first show is when he likes to reduce them himself. I wouldn’t dream of taking that from him.” Tony smiled a semi threatening smile.