Chapter 6 - Rachael

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I stared at Pete in astonishment as he finished Anthony's story, "The four of us were thrown into small, dark, damp, and musty cells - two of us to a cell. Patrick and I were imprisoned together, leaving Joe and Andy to be locked in the other. The cells were across from each other, so at least we could see one another, but it didn't really make a difference. We couldn't talk to each other. The guards they cycled out all day would spray us with some substance that burned our skin, like we were cats, whenever we 'misbehaved'.

"It was useless to try and escape. They had a witch - one I remember very fondly because she and I had run into each other one or two times before - come down with them and cast a spell on the cells, concealing us in. If we tried to escape? We'd be better off being staked in the chest. According to Joe, at least. Surprisingly, I wasn't the one who attempted to leave."

I nodded my head, impressed.

"We spent nearly a century down there," He went on to say, running a hand through his hair, "We were deprived of not only the luxuries we were accustomed to, we were deprived of what we needed to survive - blood. Words can't even begin to describe how starving we were. I was even tempted to sink my teeth into Patrick, when he was asleep one night, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Is that why...?" I began to ask when my voice trailed off, Pete nodding his head in affirmation.

"We got out that night because one of the guards had fallen asleep. So while he was asleep, I stuck my arm through the space between the iron bars, biting my lip hard to keep myself from screaming as my arm began to blister and boil as I reached out and grabbed the keys from his belt..." I gagged at the graphic detail he provided. "...I got Patrick and me out of the cell and then Joe and Andy. It hurt, but we did it."

I lowered myself down into a chair, putting my head in my hands as I absorbed everything I was just told.

"Now do you understand why she's not good? She's been lying to you, Rach," He sat down beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "Sure, she's a werewolf, but she's not. She's..."

"Pete," Anthony chimed in. Pete glanced over at him. "You don't have the whole story."

"I don't care. She's a Lycan and she's putting a lot of people in danger. Especially Rachael."

I shook my head, "Wait, did you just say she's a Lycan?" Pete glanced back at me. "But Lycans are myths," I muttered, "Dreamt up to be the first kind of werewolves, immortal, with twice the strength and speed. Best trackers, unstoppable when in a pack. But they're fake, folktales, anything but real."

Anthony walked around his desk and over to me, "Lycans are real, Rachael. The pack Kenya was a part of was around for many generations. They've fought in wars, conquered many lands, and forged countless alliances. For years and years, they've blended into the werewolf and human communities, watching and ruling from a distance. You think we're in control?" He shook his head no. "They're the ones in control. They always have been."

"Then why has she been with you?" I questioned, rising to my feet, Pete following suit. "You're not a Lycan...are you?"

"No. I'm not. And neither is anyone else here."

I crossed my arms, "I don't get it."

He heaved a sigh, "I feel like it'd be better if Kenya explained this to you herself."

"Well it looks like she can't since she's missing, so let's go. We got what we came here for," Pete mumbled under his breath quickly, grabbing my hand and jerking me towards the door, "Thanks for letting us in, Tony. Hopefully we'll see you sometime soon...or not." He and I stood there for a little before Pete dragged me out of the room.

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