4- The Rogue King
I woke up with a headache, my face on cold stone, my body burning, and my wolf weak.
Typical.
Luck couldn't give me ONE good day, could it?!
I observed my surroundings. I can tell you, not much to observe.
Just three stone walls, barred door, a stone roof, and a stone floor. Your typical rogue cell. Great. This is just what I needed to turn my already shitty ass day around!
Growling, I struggle into a sitting position. My head was pounding and everything hurt. There was small scratch marks on both my cheeks that probably made me look like a female version of Naruto.
I laid my head back against the stone wall and sighed. Where the hell am I? How did I even get here?
"Fuck." I muttered.
I heard whispering, something along the lines of ' she's awake' before instant foot steps. Then it was quiet.
Violet? I tried. There was only silence. Meaning, at one point I was injected with wolvesbane. I repeatedly hit the back of my head against the wall.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
I try to remember what happened after I slammed my door shut. I'm pretty sure I cried then fell asleep. After that, it's a bit fuzzy.
I sorta remember a growl, I think. And something being put over my nose and mouth. Then black.
I gripped my hands in my hair. I was kidnapped. I am kidnapped.
But why? By who?
I'm so confused! I don't understand who would want to take me. I don't really talk to anyone and we don't live by any werewolf hunters. At least I think not.
Even so, where was our guards when this happened? Shouldn't they have seen my kidnappers or something?
I frowned as another conclusion popped into my head.
Maybe my parents did this to me. To teach me a lesson. After all, I did overreact just a little bit last night. Maybe this was my punishment for embarrassing them in front of the beta and third's families.
I probably deserve this punishment anyway. I've been acting like a brat lately. And the way I yelled at mum.
But I knew that was unlikely. The place reeked of rogue. It wasn't my family who'd done this to me.
I pulled my knees close to my chest and buried my face in my arms. I'm probably cursed or something.
Maybe bad things happened to me simply because I'm cursed or vexed or jinxed or something! Maybe I was meant to live a lonely, angry, solitary, life all by myself where I couldn't hurt anyone.
My eyes started to tear up as I remembered my morning encounter with Casey. The way I attacked her, the frightened look in her eyes.
I was dangerous.
I knew I was yet I still allowed myself to be around people. I had to learn to control my anger. Dad had been bad before he met my mum but not nearly as bad as I was now, I'd heard him tell our pack doctor.
