The Alphas' Princess

Chapter Fourteen

||::Ariel's Point of View::||

Wake up.

What? I jerked my mind back to consciousness. I tried to open my eyes, but found I couldn't. Where the hell was I? What happened? When I tried to remember what had happened, I came up blank. A horrible pain peirced my skull when I tried even harder. I began to fall back asleep.

Wake up, Ariel!

My eyes snapped open again, and I realize I'm in a weird-looking medieval cell. It smelled like saw dust, and the floor was cement under me. The door was made out of iron bars, and I could see other cells across from me. The shadow of someone sat in the cell oppisite to me; their shadow was casting a ominous shape against the floor lighted by the moon coming in from the small metal window. The ceiling came down low, and even though I was short, I was sure I wouldn't be able to stand up in here. I had a cuff on my right wrist. A metal cuff with a chain attached that was attached to the wall.

We need to get out of here.

What the- I've heard the same voice three times. It sounded like my voice, only slightly rougher. I ignored it the first two times, but now it was actually talking to me.

Who are you?

I'm you.

I could feel my eyebrows come together and I probably looked like I had a caterpillar on my face, What do you mean?

I mean I'm you. I don't know how else to explain it. I'm just going on instinct. I feel like something bad is going to happen, and we need to get out of here. Yank on the chain and try to break it.

I felt familiar with her, and I wasn't sure why. I figured, get out of this creepy cellar first, then ask questions about my sanity later. I grabbed the cuff, with both hands, and yanked. Completely unexpectedly, it breaks and I fall on my back.

"Ow..." I groan, and the girl in my head growls.

Stay quiet! For all we know, there could be microphones or gaurds.

Alright, damn. Sorry.

She huffs but stays quiet, and I'm grateful. She was nagging and I didn't like it. She was also kind of mean. I slide to the bars on my bottom, and take a hold of them. How was I supposed to open them?

"Hey." A voice infront of me whispers, and I feel my eyes widen when I'm faced with glowing hazel eyes on a very good looking man. He had black curly hair, a scruffy beard, and bright hazel eyes that matched my own, "What's your name, Short?" He looked to be around his late twenties, and he looked really familiar. I just didn't know why.

"Um, Ariel." I whisper back, and he nods.

"Pull the bars away from eachother. You smell like you're going to shift, so your wolf should be able to pull them." Wolf? Shift? Huh?

"What are you talking about?" I ask, "Shift? Wolf? I have no idea what you mean."

"Do you not know about werewolves then?" The word triggered something in me, and things started to come back. Brad and Tee... were vampires. I found that out because of Wulf, who was my-

"Oh my God." I breath, everything coming back to me in a flash.

"They hit you really hard, Short. Are you alright?"

I nod, but then finally notice where the dull pain in my head was coming from. I reached behind my head and passed my hand along my skull. I felt something sticky and wet, and when I looked at my fingers, drying blood was there. So I cracked my skull when... No, Jonathon cracked my skull. "I'm bleeding."