Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 10

I'm stuck in a cell. That much I've figured out. It's metal with one bunk bed, and there is a metal door in the center of the wall facing away from the bed.

Considering this turn of events I'm sure that's it's inside the bunker of an even bigger mansion than the pack house at Leo's.

I can't believe his rotten brother has got me. This is ridiculous.

I feel the grumbling of my stomach and squirm on the bunk bed. I look down at the sound of scratching metal, and find a slot opening. A glass of water is pushed through, and after that follows a tray of sandwiches. I guess it's the middle of the day.

I cautiously creep forward, snatching the water quickly and gulping it down. I then begin to devour the sandwiches, not even caring what flavor they are.

I'm still in the same clothes as I was before, nothing out of place. My black Nikes are still laced, my spandex knee length cut offs as right as ever, along with my loose blue running shirt on.

It's good he didn't change me, I would've flipped shit.

Once I finish all the sandwiches, I put the glass on the tray and shove it close to the door. I knock on the door, hoping it would signal the fact that I'm finished.

A hand comes through to grab the empty tray, and I immediately seize it. Lathing onto the arm, I tighten my grip and feel my claws elongate on their own accord.

"Let me go," I manage to growl out.

Willow is pacing unhappily inside, wanting to burst through and kill someone. Her feelings of angst move onto me too, and soon enough I'm just as shifty.

There is no response from the body that the hand belongs to, but it appears to be male. It is much wider and heavier than the average female hand, and the arm is covered in prominent veins.

"I said, let me go."

"I'm sorry, but I can't." The tone is clipped and deep, resembling that of an old grandpa.

My left hand twitches, "Let me go or else."

"Or else what?"

"I'll snap your hand off."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

I begin to slowly tighten my grip around the mans hand, and I hear a hiss of breath. I know he is going to break, I know it. I keep increasing the pressure, little by little, until he finally cries out and I keep my hand there.

"Okay! Okay! I'll let you out," He whimpers, and I smile triumphantly.

"Good. Do it now."

"But I can't! I can't reach up far enough to get to the door and unlock it. You have to let my hand go," the man tries to persuade me.

I roll my eyes at his pathetic attempt at escape, "Nice try. Just get another guard."

"But no one will help me!" He pleads.

"I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Quinn! Quinn!" I hear him frantically shout before footsteps arrive outside the door.

"What're you doing?" The man has a higher voice but it's still low, with a slight Scottish accent.

"She's got my arm, threatens to pull it off and I believe her," there's a pause, "please. Help me and let her go."

I don't hear anything for a bit before the shuffling of someone's hands.

"You're pathetic. Ares would hate to find you." The man, Quinn, spits out.