Moon Bound

4

The Antagonist
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Accalia
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With silver and sword. With blood and silver, this can't be true.

With everyone that has died, the passed ones up in the sky, this can't be true.

I claim my lost ones with silver and sword and blood and silver for this to be a lie.

"Has my sword, two daggers and rings been at the table over there since we got here?" Cadence asked with a tilt of the head.

Accalia ceased her silent prayers and focused her attention on something else other than her damning hopes.

Her brows furrowed as she gazed through the silver bars and to the wooden table in the corner. She barely acknowledged it being stuck in a cell. But from what she could see, it was stationed with torture devices, ranging to a crossbow, axes and — her eyes squinted. There were ripped claws buried into the wood of the table.

Their weapons were amongst the sickened display.

If this was the Alpha's way of hanging their freedom over their heads with their weapons on full display, Accalia was hardly impressed.

"Looks like it," Accalia mumbled and hooked her arms under her legs as she rocked forward. "Not like we'll be able to get to it, though."

A glint of mischief danced in Cadence's black eyes. "We'll see about that."

Accalia slowly shook her head, more so at herself than her cousin. She didn't want to know what was going on in that mind of hers.

Movement creaked from above them and Accalia rested back. She hadn't slept a wink. She waited until that invisible timer ticked. Only a few hours left. She checked Cadence's pulse many times throughout the night and tore off her jacket to place under her cousin's head so her head wasn't cold, or on a bloodstain.

Cadence slept all through the night without trouble and had risen once the sun began to.

Accalia hadn't slept a singular hour and her explanation to her cousin of how they ended up here was faulty, embedded with brief explanations and white lies. She didn't have the heart to say she surrendered once Cadence was knocked out and she didn't have the stomach to confess whatever the Alpha was claiming what was ... between them.

She mentioned the Alpha in passing, who he was and he had fled back into the night without their sentence being served.

It struck a cord within Cadence and she swore to get them out of here.

Accalia had never felt more doubtful. Without their weapons, with Cadence's bruised face, they stood no chance.

Rust and metal wafted around Accalia and all she could inhale was blood on the floor, burnt torches and the sweeping wind that carried fur and flesh.

Like hell, this cellar of filth and bloodstains needed a guard dog. It didn't come as the bearer of death, the evil and hellish hellhound but a woman who wandered down with intention in her step.

And to Accalia, that about evened out the scales.

The woman took her final step and was levelled on the same stained, bloodied ground as them.

She looked better off with a beady pair of angular, set eyes. Her hair was pinned straight and pulled back to outline the sharpness of her cheekbones, straight nose and her lip that was curled into a scowl. 

She didn't want to be here.

They didn't want to be here.

Cadence cut to the chase.