The Secret Guardians

Chapter 62: Winter

Crystal's pov:

"H-how...?" I stuttered. There is no way that he knows who I am. We only told the pack members and Allison especially told them to keep it a secret.

     My face paled as I came into realization. Michael seems to see my expression, and his smirk grew wider

"I see that you found out," he said in an oddly sweet voice

"A traitor" I breathed out. I was starting to panic, and being chained up on the wall isn't helping either.

"CONGRADUATIONS! You got it right!" he clapped.

"Who is it," I said, feeling fury gather around the pit of my stomach

"You already figured out the first part, why don't you figure out with the rest?" he said getting comfy in his chair. 

     I started thinking. Who hates me the most? No. Who hates the secret guardian the most?

"Do you seriously need to think about it?" Naomi's voice ranged through my head. Her voice sounded weaker than before 

"What do you mean?"

"The secret guardians consist of you, Allison, and Scarlett, who hate them the most?"

     I thought about it. Who would hate us to the point of going to Michael? Tammy. Only Tammy would do this. Only she would pull off something like this.

      I can't believe that Tammy would actually betray the pack. I mean she does act bitchy and what not, but I never knew that she would stoop that low into helping rogues.

     This time, the fury I had inside of me got bigger and bigger. Bigger to the point where I couldn't hold it in, and I didn't stop it.

"TAMMY!" I roared. The jail room shook from the power in my voice, Michael was shocked for a second before he covered it up, heck even I was shocked at how powerful I sounded.

     Again, Michael broke out into a wicked grin. "Looks like you already figured it out. That was expected from a secret guardian."

"What do you want from us?" I growled. I tried to lunge forward, but the chains pulled me back. I hissed as the silver chain burned my skin

"What do I want? You're asking what do I want?" he yelled standing up. He then began to pace around the cell

"My plan was going successfully when you and your partners decided to come in and ruined my plans"

"That was our intentions" I spat at him

     His smile was now long gone, and a glare replaced it

"As I was saying, my plan was about to succeed, but it was all ruined. My people that I have around the territory were all killed. So I hired more people. In the end, I got some help. And that gave me more ideas to deal with you." he finished with a look that literally said 'I won'

     Little did he know that there are more to the secret guardians. I'm just a small portion of it, Allison and Scarlett are the ones he should be worrying about. 

     That was my last thought before something hit upon my head, knocking me out. 

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     This time when I woke up, I find myself in another cell. This time the room is slightly bigger but still dirty as hell. Unlike the last cell I was in, this time one of the walls is made out of bars allowing me to look out into the hall. It's like a jail cell where the top part is covered with metal bars while the bottom is the just plain dirty wall that seriously needs some cleaning. 

     Did I mention how dirty it was? 

     I sit up from the hard bed and pushed the thin sheet of paper they called blankets off me. I walked over to the bars to find two guards standing in front of my door with guns in their hands. Their posture rigid and straight. 

"Hey! You statues over there! Let me out!" I shouted at them. I even went as far as pressing my face close to the bar but not touching them to get a better look at the statues-I mean guards.

     They however in return ignored me and stood there like they didn't hear a thing.

"Yoohoo! I'm talking to you ya know? Haven't your mother ever taught you that it's rude to ignore somebody that is talking to you? Sure there is the 'stranger-danger' thing going on but who follow that rule nowadays, you don't see me following that motto so I don't see the reason for you to ignore me" 

     I scowl as they remained the statute they are and stared blankly ahead.

"Fine then! Just ignore me! I don't need your stupid attention anyways" I then started pacing around hoping to pass some time.

     It didn't help that the there is no one but me and the two guards on this level. From the bars, I could see other cell room like mine but there is nobody occupying it. I got this floor all to myself!

     But I'm hungry, angry, lonely, bored and hungry. My stomach has been growling since the moment I woke up and I don't see any food around here. 

     Growling, I kicked the wall only to hear a whimper in the dark. Startled I spun around in defensive mode, scanning the cell. Since there aren't any light in the cell, the cell is pretty dark, especially the corners.

"Who's there?" I looked around trying to spot the source of the sound. Another whimper rang through the room and I find myself walking towards one of the dark corners.

     As I got closer, I managed to make out a form laying on the floor. However, as I got closer, it sprung up on its legs and pushed itself closer to the wall as more whimpers came out of their mouth. 

"Shhh, don't worry I won't hurt you" I tried to tell it as softly as I can, hoping it could come out from the corner. Seriously I should stop calling him or her 'it' 

     I sat in front of terrified form. When I reached out, it flinched and pushed itself further into the wall.

     I sat there and waited. What seems forever, but in reality is only a few minutes, he or she finally relaxed after realizing that I'm not a threat. 

     I watched as the figure slowly crawled towards me, getting closer to the dim light. I was beyond shocked when I first see the greenest eyes I've ever met followed by her form.

     In front of me is a dog, staring back at me with her head tilted to the side like she is studying me. I looked over her form to see that she have white fur under all the dirt covering her. 

"Come here, don't worry I won't hurt you" she hesitated but slowly walked towards me limping slightly. 

     I frowned when I noticed how she refrained from putting pressure on her rear right leg where blood is ozzing. I ripped a piece of my shirt and tied it around her leg, hoping to stop the bleeding

"Are you ok?" the dog seemingly to understand me nodded her head. 

     I reached forward again, when she didn't flinch, I rubbed her head and sat closer. Petting her, she released a satisfied growl causing me to smile.

"Do you have a name" I watched as she lifted her head to look at me and shook her head giving me a sorrowful look

     Scratching my imaginary beard I thought of a name "how about...Missy?"

     She gave me an 'are-you-kidding-me' look

"Ok fine, I gotta admit that one sound like it's for cats...how about Winter? Since I believe that you have fur the color of the winter snow"

     At this name, she looked like she is pondering it for a while before nodding her head

"Winter it is then"