come home

Chapter 3

"--like the others. I don't understand why she's still here."

"Because you know she might have information that we need."

"Yes, but Caden-"

"Caden speaks for himself and that is why we are waiting."

Black turned into grey into white as Ana's eyes slowly split apart. A white stained ceiling greeted her. The voices that woke her echoed into her ears.

"Fine. But if he comes back and gets in one of his moods, don't come crying to me."

A snort. "If he gets in one of his moods you'll be the first one dead."

Blinking and rolling on to her side, Ana hissed as her side screamed in pain. Looking down she saw blood seeping through a shirt she'd never seen before, and a small stain on the musty mattress she was laying on. The mattress in a... cell. Sliver bars where in from of her, close enough together she couldn't slip between them. The other three sides of the room where moldy brick, scratches engraved in them and spots of God knows what staining them.

If she was in a jail cell that would only mean one thing...

She swore. "Pack lands."

The sound of voices ceased as soon as she spoke. Three seconds of pure silence and then footsteps sounded, taps echoing into her cell.

Pushing herself up with a grunt, Ana leaned against the wall for support, she sure as hell didn't want to be laying down when her capturers came near.

She put her head down as the feet stopped in front of her cell, and she could hear the breathes of two wolves.

"Well look who's awake. The trespassing wounded rouge. Really not a good idea hun."

Lifting her head she stared at the two men. Although both were tall and muscular, the brown haired one held himself in such a way that screamed power. The other, blue eyes and blonde hair, stood off to the side watching.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" The brown haired one said, "Well that'll have to change because you have information we need."

Her throat cracked from misuse, "What?"

The word came out as a growl, "Information rouge. You came into our territory, bruised and bloody, of course you're going to have a story we need to hear."

Ana swallowed, never had her throat felt so dry. "Territory? I didn't know."

Blondie stepped forward. "We guessed as much, the way you ran in like a bat outta hell. Passed out seconds after you crossed."

"Where exactly did I cross too?" Ana asked.

Brown hair spoke, "Nightwood Pack. I am Beta Blake. This," a nod towards Blondie, "is Carl, thrid in command."

Ana barley hard anything past Nightwood. Nightwood. Out of any pack she could have stumbled on, it had to be Nighwood. What a cherry to add on to this sundae of shit. Not only was Nightwood known as being the strongest pack in the country, it was also said that their Alpha was a cold hearted, rouge hating bastard that slaughtered babies for fun. Well, hopefully not babies. She never believed Mack when he told her that anyway.

Blake was still talking, ".... I am in charge. "

Ana just looked at him.

Carl sighed, "Look here rouge, we'll offer you a deal. We clean your wounds. You help us and tell us everything you know."

Ana raised a brow, "About?"

"Anything and everything. I'm not giving you any specifics until we ask the questions," he said.