The Love Of An Alpha

Chapter 25- Witch Trails

Ethan's POV- 

It had been a month since Zoey went missing behind Troy's house, my wolf was restless and in pain everyday over the inability to hold and protect our mate. I have lost control over the beast inside me many times since that terrible day leaving my father to step in and control me like the Alpha he is. I paced the confinements of my room where my father had ordered me to remain after my last outburst when Brooke even mentioned Zoey, I was losing control and fast, I needed her back. 

Zoey's POV- 

I'm not sure how long I have been trapped in this cell the days and nights pass in a blur and the only measure of time I have is the marks I make on the wall before bed. If they were correct I  would be coming up to a month, a month that I have been trapped, a month that Ethan or Troy hadn't found me, I was starting to think they never would. 

"Time to go Princess." Scar face appear through the dark door in the corner of the room. Every day he came in and dragged me out to the 'witch trails' I liked to call them. They were a series of test that he would make me under go to build my powers, with every test I became stronger. I dragged my body out from my dirty and dark cell and crawled towards the cell door, he grabbed me roughly around the arm and pulled me to my feet. My body was weak due to the stain of the trails I under went, though with each test I was building up my strength, it wouldn't be long until I had the strength and ability to escape from his imprisonment, then it will be trying to find my way home. I dragged my feet heavily as I walked, exaggerating my weakness to throw off Scar face to the extent of how much I recovered. As usual we walked down the hall in what seems like an abandoned building towards the training area. I tried to scan the area for escape routes, like some sort of spy but I knew I couldn't base my escape off luck. With Scar face yanking me along and through the open door I felt my power swirl with anticipation to my pending getaway. Scar face threw me into the metal chair, bruising my skin further at the hash contact with the unbending surface, I bit my lip against the pain that radiated through my body. 

"We are working on your ability to transform an item into something else." Scar face placed an apple on the table in-front of me and gave me the spell to complete the transformation. As I recited the words and the apple slowly turned into an orange before my eyes I heard Adam laugh with amusement. 

"We can do so much with you. You could turn anything into money or gold, I could be rich." The selfish nature and greed leaked into his words and continued until he was satisfied I had turned enough objects into different things. I was dragged back to my cell and drugged to keep me weak before one of the many followers of Scar face locked my door and left without a word, leaving me alone and in the dark for another night. 

Once again, I was dragged out of my cell and into the unwelcoming embrace of the steel chair for another witch trail. Scar face pleased with himself and his ability to control me, create the weapon he wanted so badly. I knew that I wouldn't allow myself to become the powerful tool of destruction he wanted, though with each new power I can feel the darkness creeping into my soul like spider in the night. 

"Today we are enhancing your ability of protection. The power you have to push a version of yourself to another place." Scar face explained from his reserved seat in the corner of the room. I have begun to wonder how he knew so much about my developing powers and how to control and enhance them in the ways he has being teaching me. 

"Imagine yourself in front of you, standing there just as you would if you were there yourself. Once you have that image in your mind, use your power and push it out and into reality." 

I tried to picture myself standing in-front of me, the image came easy enough but when I went to push it out I only saw a flicker of myself before it disappeared.