The Sun Will Rise (Moonlight 1)

Chapter 23-Alone

My eyes flicker open. It was so dark in here. I blink a few times trying to get them to adjust them to the light, but it's so vacant in here that everything just looks a greyish-black. I try to move my hands, but find them caught after a certain point and I can feel the cool metal of chains around my wrists each movement causing them to dig into my skin. I turn my head, and can faintly make out a door to the left of me. It looks to be made of metal. I frown, I don't think I could get through it. Someone certainly wanted to keep me in.

The last thing I could remember was being dragged into a large four wheeled drive after I'd been caught trying to keep up with Michael. I wracked my brain for the number plate to think it back to the others, I could remember was the letter 'b' and a '43' somewhere in the plate but my mind was a blank at the rest of it. The bond had died before I'd been able to think it to the others.

Where was Michael though? I hoped he'd listened to me and got himself out of there whilst he still had the chance. I knew the exact way to find out. What was the use of having a bond with the rest of the pack if you didn't use it in a time like this.

'Michael?' I thought out. Wincing as a splintering pain shot through my head, telling me to stop. I remained still for a moment, as the pain subsided. That had hurt like hell. I'd known all along that it wasn't good to try and communicate with the others while I wasn't a wolf. What worried me was that this was the worst pain that I'd experienced from trying to do it.

I was met with silence. So, I closed my eyes to see what I could sense of the others emotions. It was like grasping for straws, every time I thought I was starting to feel them I came to a dead end. It was so weird being cut off from them like this. I guess two months of being able to communicate with them at will had made me reliant on it.

It was hard to tell where I was, it was so dark that I wasn't sure if I was anywhere. I leaned backwards, finding a hard wall behind it. Well I was somewhere.

I strained my ears to listen to the noises around me. I could hear a motor running, an air-conditioner I think. I heard the click clack of footsteps that seemed to stop and turn into voices. They sounded close.

"They got the right ones though. The ones we wanted?" I hear a clear feminine voice say, as I hear a slight skidding noise.

I froze. The right ones? I thought of how last time the hunters had tried to catch us that Ashton and Calum had been the wrong one. I had to be with the hunters and they were talking about Michael and me? Please don't tell me they'd caught him as well. I bet he didn't listen and tried to cross back over the river to help me escape.

"You mean the Clifford and Hemmings boys?" A second voice says, it was female this time.

So, I was right. What could make us so special to them that they'd need to capture us like this. Not that I wanted them to, but wouldn't it have made more sense if they'd taken Calum? He was the Alpha after all.

"Not quite," The voice sighs, and my heart leaps, did Michael escape after all? "We managed to catch the Hemmings boy but not the other. They brought him in this morning."

"Perfect, he should be awake by now then." The female voice said, in an awfully cheery tone. "I need to talk to him. Do I have clearance to get in?"

"You should by now." The voice replies. "Good luck."

I tensed as a white light came into the room from over at the door that I'd noticed earlier. The lights flicked on at full beam and a hooded person walked in. The person removed their hood, causing thick brown curls to fall from out of it. Her green eyes were piercing as they fell on me own. She was a lot younger than I expected, maybe only a few years older than myself. She had a deep red scar down the side of her face. She didn't seem bothered by it though, she wore it with a kind of pride as she sat herself cross legged before me. There was something almost childlike in her behaviour, as if this was her favourite part of the day.