The Wolf

Chapter #14 - Punishment

Hey there!

Now yous actually know what Angela is! Well I'm planning to do a spin off about her parents, is that a good idea? Well I told you guys a few chapter back that I'm going to publish A NEW BOOK!! Well I did, please check it out! Now this chapter is just a filler but it leading up to something. ;) let me know if you like the chapter!

-patty

ANGELA

Now, we have to find the way to the fucking basement The voice said.

What's up with these freaking voices? I said to myself.

*cough* *cough* I'm your freaking wolf, duh. The voice said annoyingly.

What?

I am your wolf!

Have a name? I rolled my eyes.

Miranda, call me Mandy. The wolf/Mandy replied.

So I turned into a werewolf and now I got a annoying voices who claimed itself of herself as my wolf. Why life had to be so fucking complicated!

I walked down the stairs, hoping to find someone that could lead my to the basement. The pack house was gigantic. I only knew where the kitchen and the bedrooms were. I followed through the long hallway, peeking in every single room for anyone that could help me.

"Hey, there!" A sweet voice shouted behind me.

I automatically turned. A thin girl, looked like she was in her early 20s, strawberry blonde hair with silver eyes stood right infront of me. "Hey." I smiled.

"So you are the one they talked about." She smiled back. "I'm Mikayla, Kayla for short." She held out her hand. I reached for it and gave her a quick handshake. "What are you looking for?"

"The basement." I answered.

She pointed at the end of the hallway. "That's way. The only black door." She paused. "When you get down there, just don't freak out." I nodded to her in thanks and rushed off.

The black door stared at me. I slowly turned the knob and followed down the dark staircase.

It smelt horrible.

I felt like I would vomit in any second.

It was dark.

Couple of jail cells along the hallway.

There ware a few lights but it still dark.

Weapons hung on the wall.

The real terrifying ones.

And there he was.

Facing the floor, kneeling on the ground. His were arms tied up with a really big chain. He seemed to be unconscious until I knelt down next to him.

The surrounding smelt disgusting but he managed to smell nice and clean. His hair was a mess. Around his arms and wrists were blood dripping from a really deep wound.

I felt like shit.

He was hurting.

All because I was mad at him.

I cupped his cheeks and whispered. "Nate."

He slowly looked up at me. His eyes were hurting. I could feel the pain. "Angel, are you okay?" He asked.