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When The Light Doesn't Come

My eyes opened to darkness, complete and total blackness. I swallowed the dryness in my mouth, my throat like sandpaper. There was no sound in this place I was in. I opened my mouth and tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic kind of rasp. My heart began to race as I crumbled to my knees, reaching out into the darkness for something, anything to grasp onto. But all I found was a cold, damp, dirt covered floor. Tears welled in my eyes and cold, musty air raised goose bumps up my skin. I swallowed and crawled across the unknown space cautiously. My fingers crept across the grimy floor slowly until the tips of my nails skimmed across what I could only assume was a wall.

I rose to my knees, my palms pressed firmly against the wall for balance. There was absolutely no way to tell what anything was by anything but touch and that scared the living daylights out of me. Everything was nothing in the dark, was not real and a figment of my imagination that could only be conjured up again through my mind's eye. It disturbed me to my core. I stood on my own two feet and it was only then that I realized that they were bare. Grime of an unknown content sunk into the spaces between my toes and the cold roughness cut into the soles of my feet.

What had happened to me?

I raised my arms above my head and felt up the wall trying to gauge how high up the ceiling went. Jumping high wouldn't allow me to reach it and I was tall, 5'10", and my wolf strength made my jump Olympic quality so I knew the way to the top was too high to help me. I turned and pressed my back against the wall, sliding to the floor and closing my eyes. In this moment, did I dare ask the Goddess for help? In truth I wasn't sure she'd even listen. I'd forsaken her when Luke and I'd gotten word that Black Ash was coming for us, hating her for allowing this to happen to innocent people.

Oh, Goddess! What had happened to the pack?!

I thought back on our first meeting with Black Ash's Alpha and it made me shiver in fear. He didn't seem like a wolf who gave mercy. Tears gathered in my eyes again as the dark possibilities of what that prick could have done to to them overtook my mind like a black cloud, poisoning everything it touched... I gripped the floor as another horrible thought struck me. Where was Luke? Had the Alpha killed him? My throat closed up at the thought and my head pounded with the mix of emotions that wracked my body.

But one question seemed to trump all the others.

Where the fuck was I?

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"Time to wake up, tigress. We are going to have a chat."

My eyes slowly opened and my clamy cheek lifted from the dirty floor. The room was still black as pitch but since my first awakening, I'd walked the length of the room and memorized the floor plan. It appeared to be a windowless room of eight by six dimensions with an incredibly high ceiling I'd learned the very first. So hearing this voice, one that I recognized and seemed to be embedded in my mind, confused and scared the shit out if me. According to my daily search, there were no doors to this room so not only was it a mystery how I got in here, but also how he got in here.

I sat on the floor and backed up against the wall, my heart rate becoming erratic with each passing second. I felt his presence, or, my wolf did. He was in the room and it terrified me that I couldn't see him with my own eyes. I felt like I was a antelope that had strayed from the heard in the night and was now being stalked by a lioness for a late night snack. I cleared my throat and tried to be strong and put on a brave face because, even though I could not see him, I was sure it wasn't mutual.

"Did you kill him? Luke, did you kill Luke," I inquired into the darkness.

A soft, melodic chuckle whispered through the room and I shivered half in horror, half in... an emotion I was not ready to face.