Against My Will

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Captive

                I woke up to find the sunlight shining in my eyes from a window. Not recognizing my surroundings, I quickly looked around to find a room made of logs, a wooden desk with a chair, two doors, and a familiar raven haired female sitting on a large couch. I knew escape would be impossible

            “Devin?” I shrieked. “What are you doing here?”

            “I think you know.”

            “No! Where am I?” I yelled, this time even louder.

            “Shut up! We’re back at Peyton’s. And keep your voice down or else you’ll wake him up. Or did you not have enough last night?” she smiled cruelly.

            “What?” I shouted, disregarding her warning. Then I got quieter, “I ran away. I’ve had more than I need and I will leave again as soon as I find a way. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want Peyton, or your pack, or anything to do with him anymore. I was done the second I caught a whiff of what he was really like. I’m done with him and your whole family.

            “I had enough of him mistreating me and then running back and thinking everything would be just fine! Because, you know what? It wasn’t. Loyalty will always come above attraction and no matter what I formerly felt for him, he showed me none.”

            “And you actually think he cares? He knows you’ll come back to him. You always have,” Devin said knowingly.

            Before we could start up again, a hesitant knock came to the door.

            “Yes?” I said.

            “I’m here to assist you, Miss Abigail,” said a motherly voice.

            “Oh, well, you can come in then, I guess,” I said hesitantly.

            A kindly looking middle aged woman entered the room and then shut the door behind her. She took a look at Devin and a grimace appeared on her face but quickly disappeared as she noticed us looking at her.

            She cleared her throat and then said, “Miss Abigail, I have been asked to prepare you for your meeting with the Alpha and his son in,” here she checked her watch, “one hour. There will be some other Alphas and their heirs at the meeting also. I have been told to prepare Miss Abigail alone.”         

Devin rolled her eyes and muttered, “Stupid orders,” but she walked towards the door, only turning back to throw me a parting glare.

            It wasn’t always like this, though. This time, last year, we were best friends. We always had been. She was always there for me, even though we were nothing alike.  She had shoulder length black hair, so dark that it seemed blue in the light and brown eyes that were full of emotion; warm and kind or dark and full of rage. She had no control over her emotions and at times, it was really funny to see her launching her small frame at some jerk that made fun of one of us.

            I was her opposite. I had long, golden blond hair that shimmered in the sunlight and amber eyes. We were both very small, but I had my emotions under lock and key. I was guarded and I was extremely hesitant people. Although I loved to talk to others, I didn’t like to let them know what I was really thinking until I felt I knew them well. Of course, there were some people gained my trust very quickly, but that was rare.

            Devin and I both loved pranks. Now, we’ve gone past pranks into hurting each other. Instead of conspiring against each other, we used plan pranks on Peyton and the rest of our families. She wanted to annoy Peyton, but all I really wanted was his attention, even if it was him glaring at me.