Prophecy in the Eye of the Wolf

Chapter Eleven

A shiver raced through me, goosebumps climbing up my arms at the cold touch beneath me. My eyes flickered open to see the bare, concrete floor. I jerked my head up, and I looked all around me. I appeared to be in some kind of cell. Like a dungeon. My breathing became raspy and quick as I tried to figure out what was going on.

"She's awake," a deep voice stated matter-of-factly. I looked through the small bars of the window on the metal cell door to see a man standing on the other side, back to the door, talking to someone else. I tried to peer around him to see the other person, but I couldn't.

"I'll send for the bosses," the other person said. The person walked away, his footsteps echoing through the room.

I tried to stand up, but my legs buckled beneath me in exhaustion. That's when I noticed the cold, burning metal around my wrists and ankles connected to long chains. Silver. As most people knew, silver was indeed a werewolf's weakness. The silver cuffs made my skin itch and burn. And if I wore them for too long, my skin would be rubbed raw, creating scars and deep wounds.

I pushed myself to the back wall to help me push myself upright. I grimaced at the pain as the cuffs dug into my skin.

The strange mixed smell was strong here, but not as strong as the scent of werewolves. I walked over to the left wall window that was small and blocked by bars. I stood on my tiptoes to peer into the cell beside me. Laying on the floor was a young male werewolf. He was probably in his late twenties. He had dark brown hair, and his eyes were closed. The skin on his arms and legs that wasn't covered by clothing revealed many scratches and bruises.

I backed away from the cell, my eyes wide and filled with horror. Suddenly, my head jerked around at the jingling of keys and a clicking of a lock. My cell door slowly creaked open to reveal three bulky man. One of them had been the man who stood in front of my cell. I bet he was a guard. The other two men began to approach me. I took several cautious steps backward, but I had to stop when my back hit the wall.

One of the men smirked. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be fine. For now, at least." He pulled out a blindfold, and as the other guy held me tight, his hands probably bruising my arms slightly at their hold, the man tied the blindfold over my eyes.

I felt my cuffs fall away from my skin, causing me to automatically sigh in relief. But I spoke too soon. New cuffs, luckily not silver, locked themselves around my wrists before the men began to push me and lead me out of the cell and to who knows where.

As we walked for what seemed like hours, my mind wandered away back to my sleep. My dream. I had thought it was real. It felt so real. But was it?

There was something different about me, from other werewolves that is. I never really saw myself different before now because my whole life had seemed so normal. Until now. Now I had mysterious dreams, I was supposed to be some kind of savior, and now I could see...I could see? That's when it clicked. My last dream hadn't been a dream at all, but a vision. A vision of what was happening at home. So...Mason really was worried about me.

Suddenly, I was pushed down into a metal chair, and the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I blinked rapidly as I tried to get used to the light. It was still pretty dark, but not as dark as with the blindfold.

"So...this is our newest capture?" A feminine voice asked. Just the voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was soothing but threatening at the same time. It was like something from a horror movie. From the shadows of the room, a thin, lithe figure stalked forward into the light. The woman was slightly taller than me, but not as tall as Mason. She had long, straight black hair and menacing crimson eyes. She wore a fitting black long sleeved shirt and black leggings. Her skin was as pale as porcelain. Truthfully, she actually looked like a huge porcelain doll. "And who might you be, sweetly?" She asked.