Fury

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Slowly peeling one eye open after the other, Eryn squinted at the bright light invading her vision. Yawning, she lazily brought her arms above her head hearing the satisfactory cracking of her arms and fingers in the process. What she didn't count on hearing was the rattling of chains on her wrists that restricted her from stretching  any further. Quickly coming to her senses she stood up which resulted in her being yanked back onto the bed she was now sitting in. Her breath quickened, she looked around frantically trying to get a grip on herself and locate where she was. 

Once calmed down Eryn got to examine the shackles embracing her wrists, testing them and immediately abandoning that plan since the damn chains wouldn't budge. Now with sore wrists and a very bad mood Eryn observed her surroundings.

The bed she laid in was very simplistic,  made of a metal frame and a plain white mattress. Glancing at the window she noticed the sun, still blazing, engulfing her in its warmth. Shifting her gaze on the opposite end of the room which wasn't so far since the room must not have been larger than an average prison cell. Walls void from any decorations or such, just plain white, well it must have been white once upon a time since it was starting to fade in the corners and edges. On her left, there was a door that held her freedom at the other side of it. 

Thinking of the reason that she was here got her fuming, irritated that she was so easily overpowered. How could she not have seen that coming, never turn your back on your enemy, that was one of the most simplest rules how could Eryn have just forgot about that? Remembering how he held her by her hair she scoffed, letting her brown hair grow out to her waist wasn't such a great idea after all. Making a mental note to herself to cut it as soon as she was freed from these damn bindings. 

Noticing her previously bare skin was now clad with clothes she frowned, hoping for that  jerk he didn't take the liberty of clothing her. Her mind wandered without her consent to the man that had made a fool of her, in front of her pack members to make it worse. But she couldn't help but think of his thick chocolate brown hair, reaching his ears in subtle waves. His sharp jaw line covered by a light stubble. His physique didn't go unnoticed by the young female. She had to admit to herself he was a fine piece of work. Of course, when in the attempt to rescue her pack she had no intention in acknowledging that, but now isolated and left alone with her thoughts she couldn't help herself but rethink of the hard plains of his body, the sharp edges of his stomach, the broad shoulders...

Rolling her eyes at herself for letting herself get carried away she stood on her bare feet testing how far the shackles really would let her go from her position on the bed. Curling her lip up in distaste it was clear that they had thought this through, her hands could neither reach the window or the door. Lifting her foot in the air, trying to reach where her hands couldn't, but she failed once again. Getting agitated she angrily sat down on the bed. Leaning forward and letting her head fall in her hands while resting her elbows on her knees she tried to come up with something, anything really to get herself out of this mess. 

While mentally cursing she heard the faintest sounds of footsteps outside the door,  looking up she tried focusing on it but the sounds that were made outside were muffled. Even while straining her ears she couldn't make anything from it. Those bastards sure do know how to soundproof a room. 

As soon as the handle of the door was beginning to turn the hairs on her neck rose in alarm, ready to attack anyone coming through that door even with these damn chains on her. 

With head held high, a man entered the room confident in his strides. Although he wasn't the one injecting her with who knows what, he too carried himself with such pride, walking like he owned the damn place. And by smelling and feeling the authority rolling off of him it seemed that he did. Closing the door behind him he faced her, with blazing blue eyes it seemed as if the man had a storm brewing withing him trying with all his might to keep it contained within those vibrant orbs. Eying him, watching his every move and ensuring that he wasn't coming too close to her she saw him leaning against the wall opposite of her. Staring her down, daring her to make a move. Not that that was possible with these damn things around her wrists.