Leon
I knew for certain that I was asleep and dreaming. I had to be... right?
Why else would I be chained up in a dark basement that vaguely smelt like sweat and dust mixed with blood? This must be a dream or maybe a hallucination. Yes, that must be it. A hallucination. A damn hallucination due to the lack of blood and in my system. I took a breath and groaned, realizing how stupid I sounded.
"Who the fuck am I kidding?" I snarled to myself in anger. This was no fucking fantasy. Where the hell was I?
My hands were chained behind my back and my legs were bound. I was completely immobile and I swore to God that I was ready to rip the person responsible for keeping me in this position.
I was a prince, not a slave. My anger doubled with mortification as I tried once again to rip the chains off from me. It didn't budge but instead, became tighter.
I tried to remember the last thing that happened to me, and a picture of a man with a scar appeared in my memory.
That bastard.
He appeared in my bedroom out of nowhere and shot me with a tranquilizer that was coated with holy water.
My fangs glided out just thinking about the hell that I'll raise. How dare he do this to me?
"Bloodsucker!" a voice beside me hissed in disgust and my head whipped to the side. I let out a strangled noise of shock, feeling blind that I haven't noticed them in the first place. Just like me, five other boys were bounded to the walls with thick heavy chains constraining them.
Taking a closer look, my eyes widened in surprise. All five of them carried the scent of a wolf.
"Your kind kidnapped us!" the boy with red hair snarled in anger at me.
"Are you trying to start war with us, you filthy bloodsucker?" a blonde hair mutt questioned me.
I blinked at all them in amusement from their outburst, before looking at the rest of the mutts in the basement. Most of them were giving me a look of pure anger and revulsion and despite the situation I was in, I laughed really hard. My chuckle echoed through the dark dainty basement wall, and I heard them snarl in response.
"Seriously dogs? Do you not see the chains around me as well?" I retorted back, more amused than angry. I knew mutts were dumb, but this was just plain ridiculous.
All five pair of eyes flipped to my hands and legs and they all looked at me with confusion, except for one. He was giving me a skeptical look.
"How do we know if you're lying or not. For all we know you might be pretending to be weak, just so we can let our guard down," the skeptical one said, giving me a guarded look.
"For all I know, you could be pretending to be weak, just so I can let my guard down," I retorted back. He raised an eyebrow at me and stared at me, taking in all my features.
"My apologies, vampire. We thought it was your kind that took us and locked us up here," the calm one said in a matter of fact tone. I scrunched my nose up in disgust. He sounded like my grandfather.
"Well clearly it wasn't my kind. We're not exactly looking for a war right now," I told him, while taking a good look at the others. They all looked around my age. Probably no older than the age of fifteen. But at the same time, they exerted so much power and dominance for young mutts.
I sighed and leaned at the wall, not caring about what their stories were. How the hell was I supposed to get out of here? And where exactly is here?
"Were you taken by a man with a scar on his face?" a boy with white-blonde hair asked. Out of all those mutts, he looked relaxed? Cocky, even.
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Silver
Loup-garou"Beautiful," he whispered and I held my breath in, begging him silently to release me. He softly caressed my cheek with his hand. "And all mine." ~ The Silver Fang Pack harbors a secret that hasn't been seen for over a century now. A secret that, i...
