Rayne pov
Have you ever woken up and felt incomplete? Like you knew there was something important you were forgetting. But couldn't figure out what? That's how I felt. That's how I felt everyday since being kidnapped. It's been 3 years, 7 months, and 15 days...well now 16. Getting up I make another mark on my brick wall with a rock I found. Ok basic questions. Who am I? Rayne Williams. How old am I? 21, was 18 when I was kidnapped. Looking in the mirror I let a tear slip when I see my scar. Starting at my right shoulder and going up my neck.
That day was the worst day of my life.
He burnt my mark off. That was the first week of being there.
He said it would prevent me from going into heat like a whore. It wasn't the fire, or my flesh being burned that hurt, it was my heart. It felt like I was being crushed and my heart was ripped out and torn then stopped on, then replaced with a crystal heart. Cold, no emotion. I remember feeling loved and cherished, but I can't place a face....only a name. Drake.
"Rayne get ready you fight tonight. You have 3 hours"
"Yes sir."
Grabbing my leather leggings along with my white wife beater tank top. I run to the training room. Yes it's a lot of leather but it helps protect my body. Why do you think bikers where it? It may not stop a blade from penetrating it but if I fall I don't wanna get all scraped up. After tying my combat boots I do a roundhouse kick to the dummy in front of me breaking it in the process. As I train I remember bits and pieces of my old life. Juliard..... I used to sing and dance. Not anymore. That once loving, carefree, and outgoing girl is gone. And in its shell is a cold, reserved, monster that wouldn't think twice about snapping someone's neck. I have no feeling. I have no emotion. I want to. But if I allow myself to have that I would be killed. I can't show weakness and emotions are weakness.
The day me and that little girl fought in the cage...I will never forget. She was only 8 years old. It was a training excessive he said. To see if I could in fact fight for my life. She was so scared. He said if I wanted to protect my family and pack then i had to keep alive. And that the minute I died he would personally find someone from my pack to replace me and would continue until my pack was gone. So in order to keep my pack alive I had to kill my opponents. And that included this little girl. I remember to feel of her neck snapping under the pressure of my hands. The snapping sound it made. The day that I killed that little girl....that was the day I died and became a monster.
Drakes pov
Numb. That's all I feel. I can't take much more. I know she is alive. I can feel her. Grabbing the bottle of vodka I drink it's remains.
It's the only way to keep myself from killing everything around me. Alpha William is doing what he can to find her.
My beautiful, warm, baby girl. My mate. My other half. Is she ok? Shot of vodka. Is she healthy? Shot of vodka. This is everyday. For 3 years I have been drinking everyday. I can't stop. I need her with me. Downing the bottle of vodka I lay on my bed and hold her pillow. Imagining it's her I'm holding.
Alpha William walks in.
"I'm going to England. I need you to come with me." He said sitting in my chair.
"Why?"
"Alpha Nickolus in England has a problem. His pack members are disappearing. Going out and not returning. It sounds like what happened with Rayne. I thought we could check it out. It might be related."
"When are we leaving?"
"Whoa slow down. I still have to get permission to come on his land. I heard this from another source. You know me and Nickolus aren't exactly on good terms."
My wolf was anxious. It's like he was pacing. And clawing at the surface to get out. "Alright. I will start packing but if you don't get permission within the next 24 hours I'm leaving and I will search for her myself."
"Alright. Come on."
