Forever Luna

Solitary

adjective ~ existing alone

POLLUX

I have never felt so empty.

Loneliness was not a kind friend.

The deep ache in my gut never left. For a while now I have grown used to the hunger pains, and the darkness surrounding me only honoured the reminder of how empty I felt.

They continued to take my blood at intervals. I wasn't sure if it was every day, every few hours, or every week. I did not know time or reality, and I knew I was shutting down. Only my arms were tied by the shackles around my wrists. I didn't leave the ground, stuck in the same square room with no escape. I knew the door didn't have a handle on this side; one of the first things I did when I could walk was feel around.

No windows, switches or sockets, either.

There was a fan in the room, something I only knew by the soft whirring every so often. With only just enough room for me to lie flat on my back, it had to be a storage closet. A wolf like Phoenix would be scrunched up in here. But then again, a wolf like Phoenix wouldn't get caught.

How did Harriet know who I was?

Why did she work with them?

No longer did I have sympathy for her. In the beginning, her cries and sense of fear did something to me. But now I didn't care. She put me here; she went through with it. Whatever sick plan she had made worked.

I was trapped and blind without a wolf or a pack connection. Too far from home, I couldn't communicate with Nova even if I tried.

And trust me, I tried.

She had to know where I was.

She was gifted.

But then again, she is pregnant. Pregnant Nova tends to not have wolfish abilities.

I sighed, adjusting my position against the wall. It was a cool cement, and my body had adapted to the cool, stuffy room by now. The fan in the ceiling did little to circulate the air; just enough to keep me alive, I guess.

I wish this wasn't my life.

I wish I didn't have this blood in my veins. I wish I had died with my parents.

Forever, I would have this target on my back.

Look at me! My blood is unique and pure! I can heal your every ailment! Come and get it!

I may as well just cut myself as I walk, let them lick it fresh from the wounds.

Because I sure as hell wouldn't have anyone to do that for me.

Forever stuck to a life of misery and solitude. I had no mate, no partner. Nova was my sister, but even she had her own little family now.

I have travelled most of the continents this side of the world, and never found my mate. Even if she was on another one, I doubt I'd get the chance to cross the ocean and find out.

I had to get out of here before that happened, and that wasn't looking likely.

Fighting blind had never been so on the nose.

I wasn't sure who had me.

The male I assumed was in charge had a voice that sounded familiar, but I have met way too many male voices in my life to pinpoint a face to it. And without my sense of smell, I couldn't figure it out.

The ones that took my blood were timid, but the ones that washed me were harsher. I have only had the one was, and the harsh loss of my hair lingered every time I turned my head.