Solstice Howl

03

I forlornly leaned my head against the window of my small prison room. Granted, the wolves told me its my sanctuary until tonight. Tonight, unbeknownst to me, is the Winter Solstice Moon. The night that unmated females and human males are casted off into woods.

The wolves had ironically called me rabid.

When any of them attempted to make contact with me, I snapped my teeth as if I were going to bite them. They kept their female mates away from me when bringing food, food which I refused to eat. They told me if I do not have a werewolf mate, I will be trialled for treason, that I'd most likely be executed. When they asked for my information, I had clamped my mouth shut and let my hair curtain my face from their gazes.

A couple of hours ago, I heard a girl weeping in the room next to me, I tried to console her through the thin white wall but her sobs were so loud, she couldn't hear me.

After they had rounded all of us into a group, they assigned each girl a room in what I believe to be an abandoned pack house and tried to collect information about other rebel groups. I prayed to God above that no one snitched.

When they tried to coax me out of the army green military bus holding the twenty four of us females that had been aged between 15-25, I refused. As did some of the others. I recognized most, like Alphy Whitehead who I grew up playing dolls with, we had stopped talking for no definitive reason. She held my hand despite not have talking for years as we stood side by side, refusing to let them take us.

Of course, in the end, we had to because they started to get physical, but our perseverance helped establish a sort of... confidence that all of us were surely lacking before.

It's been exactly thirteen hours since I've been taken and I feel like it's been eternity. The one person who can keep me company is constantly weeping and I feel like I'm going out of my mind from lack of movement. They had shackled me to the wall and told me I wouldn't be let out until two hours prior to the Solstice moon. By then, I had spat on their face, called them bitches (because they kind of are, except male), and attempted to punch their face repeatedly.

They had stripped me of my weapons, thoroughly checking me and forcefully took my hair out if it's ponytail, unfortunately, I know the reason why.

So they can scent if I'm their mate.

Considering my scent had been masked by the concoction, it would be hard for any wolf to catch my scent. Letting my hair down, which contains natural oils, would help them figure it out. I refused to meet any of their eyes and ignored them until they left in frustration. But, what they didn't know, is I had a knife stuck in my bra, the one place they couldn't check. I had slid the pocket knife in there on the truck ride strategically.

Suddenly, the weeping stopped and I stood up, but was unable to step forward because of the shackles.

"Hello?" My hoarse voice croaked.

"Mya?" I instantly recognized the voice, Devin's daughter. Though, she was twelve when her mom was taken, she is now fifteen.

"Nova!" I felt warmth spread through me at the familiar voice and rubbed my tired eyes, "I-'m sorry this is happening to us."

"They killed my Dad, Mya." Her voice peeled, wavering slightly from the onslaught of her tears. My heart plummeted.

"Oh, Nova." I felt tears pool into my eyes but kept them at bay, I need to be strong.

But, Devin was our leader, the one man I thought strong enough to get through this and save us.

Now, I'm my only salvation- mine and Nova's.