Torture

Chapter twenty eight

I didn't waste my time, didn't search the grounds or wait for my fighters to arrive before progressing into the unknown grounds, knowing my pack members were already on their way.

I rushed in trying to focus on my surroundings or anyone that is present. I walked around the little cottage, taking a look into each room my wolf vision kicking in. I noticed a small door at the end of the hallway, but it was locked when I reached it. Pulling it with a force the doors unclipped from its hinges, crashing to the floor by my side. 

Below me were a set of stairs, I was almost afraid to set foot on them incase they snapped below me. But the metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, I knew I had to go down. Something was pulling me, my wolf screaming in my head to hurry. As if Ophelia was there, yet I could not sense her.

That was until a small white bundle gathered on the floor in the corner caught my eye. I didn't understand why or how I couldn't smell her, or known she was here. I crumbled at the sight, her arms and legs all cut, she looked skinnier, almost half her size since I had last seen her.

But, wait..

I furrowed my eyebrows realising the last time I did see her. It was in the pack house, where she was kept near the doctors. I glanced around too caught up trying to remember the last thing before I had let my wolf take control, but it was useless.

Was this just a dream ?..

I kneeled down to Ophelia anyway, brushing her hair from her face attempting to her a good look at her. With that her eyes snapped open, immediately lifting her body off the ground.

"You are in danger Nathaniel, you must hurry. Escaping out of this house is the only way to wake me from my unconsciousness." I listened trying to take all her words in, before she laced her fingers between mine.

"Hurry, there is not much time left." I nodded helping her gain her balance, before moving up the stairs which I had come by.

Instead appearing in the dark hallway, we stopped in a different room, doors all around the walls not knowing which is the way out. I opened them one by one, each revealing nothing but a brick wall until one, immediately taking a run for it Ophelia limping by my side.

I didn't know where I was, I didn't know where to go. I felt hopeless, not being able to save her and get her out. She tugged my arm pointing in the direction of stairs, running straight down feeling we didn't have enough time.

But when reaching the bottom, we were at the top again, as if we never left. I glanced around, feeling panic rise within me. I looked down into her pleading eyes, not noticing she hasn't said a word.

"Ophelia I failed you, I don't know what to do please help me." I grabbed her face into my hands, searching for something but she didn't even move.

"You can't speak ?" She nodded, swallowing heavily clutching onto my arms tightly.

"We're late." I stopped, thinking hard on what I must do next. I was frustrated, stuck in the situation.

Staring heavily into her eyes, something flashed within them. I realised this was just a dream, my dream. That means I control what happens and where I go. A smile curled on her lips as if she had read my thoughts, once I slipped my arm under her, gathering her into my arms not wasting another moment before running down the stairs and out the door.

Where I was met with nothing, nothing apart from the forest floor and a pale, cold looking Ophelia by my side.