The Wolf Girl

Chapter Twenty Two

Alex's POV

I walk outside, prepared to ask Molly if she's ready to start training. I knock on her door, but she doesn't answer. I sigh and turn, deciding to get to the training center. My guard follows me as I take a step.

  I freeze when I see Molly, crouched in the trees on all fours, staring at the ground. Zack stands over her.

  Oh, no.

  I run as fast as my legs will let me, towards them. I leap onto Zack's back, and he staggers forward as I grip his shoulders with all of my might, hoping to hurt him.

  "What did you do to her?!" I scream.

  He throws me off of his back, and I land on the ground painfully. He turns to me, and the first thing I notice is that his eyes glow a demonic red.

  Demonic.

  Oh, no. No, no, no.

  "Lovely for you to show up," he mutters. His voice is unsettlingly nonchalant. "I'll let our new recruit take care of you." His eyes fade back to their normal green color, and he walks away. I clench my hands into fists as I watch him go.

  "Molly," I breathe, remembering that she sits before me. Her breaths come out in short gasps, and I crouch down next to her. "Molly?" I whisper. She lifts her head, and my heart drops as I become paralyzed with fear.

  Her eyes aren't a deep brown, like they normally are. They are a deep red color, identical to Zack's.

  "Hello, there," she says in a cold tone. I watch, my horror growing, as her bow and sheath of arrows fades from white to black. She grins, though there is nothing joyful about her expression. "Scared?" she hisses, grabbing her bow and pulling an arrow out. She pulls a rope out of her pocket- who knows where she could get a rope?- and starts to tie it around the point of the arrow. She does the same to another, tying the arrows together.

  I should probably run.

  I will my legs to move, but I can't stand. Not while she's like this; evil, cruel, ready to kill. I need to get out of here, but I can't leave her here like this. I can't.

  Molly sticks the sharp end of one of her arrows into the ground, and I watch cautiously, wondering what she could be doing. Before I can move, she brings a hand to my chest, shoving me onto my back on the grass. I gasp as the air leaves my lungs. I attempt to sit up, but she has already stuck the other arrow into the ground. The rope is way too tight for me to try to sit up or move. I start to sweat nervously.

  "Now," she murmurs, pulling an arrow into her bowstring as she stands, "want me to make this easy for you? Or do you want to suffer? In my personal opinion, it'd be a lot more fun to watch you die slowly." I can't stop the strangled gasp that leave me. I try to move again, scooting backwards so that I can get my neck away from the rope, but she runs over, kicking me in the head without thinking about it. I squeak in protest, and she smirks.

  "W-what happened to you?" I murmur.

  "What do you mean?" she asks coldly. My eyes widen in realization.

  She doesn't remember. She can't remember me, she can't remember her dad, The Dreaming Wanderer, the circumstances. She can't remember.

  This just got a whole lot harder.

  "Molly, let me go," I mutter, struggling against the rope again. She smiles coldly.

  "I was right," she laughs. "It's fun to watch you suffer."