The Luna

The Accomplice

Kind of what I imagine Ayla to look like ^^^^

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I opened my eyes for a split second before immediately slamming them shut. The brightness of my surroundings burnt my pupils.

My body was aching as a whole but my ribs were on fire, every breath was painful and I tried to lift myself up onto my arm in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure on the tender bones but found that my limbs might as well have been jelly.

I quickly became aware of the soft surface I was laid upon, it was different to the softness of moss or undergrowth. It was the softness of clean crisp sheets. I once again tried to pry my stubborn eyes open only to be greeted my momentarily blinding light.

When my eyes finally adjusted I was faced with a grey stone wall, I recognised it as the interior of a cave. The smell of damp infiltrated my nostrils but it surprisingly wasn't unpleasant, it instead reminded me of the smell of the woods in my pack once it had rained.

My pack.

My pulse began to rise and on shaking legs I forced myself out of the bed where I had awoken. The sheets were a pale green going nicely with the grey of the cave, the room was lit solely by candles and I noticed that one had been uncomfortably close to her face which was probably responsible for the bright light as I woke. The lack of electricity led me to believe I was somewhere off the grid.

Maybe this meant they wouldn't be able to find me, maybe I was finally free. But what if... what if this was just one of Ryan's sick game making me believe I had escaped but in truth, I was locked in the dungeons and any moment he would stroll through the door, belt in hand. Nausea writhed in my stomach at the thought.

If my mind wasn't so panicked I would've noticed that the door to my "cell" was made of what appeared to be driftwood. Hardly the sturdy material needed to keep a werewolf at bay.

Regaining some semi-logical thoughts I walked towards the handcrafted door. It swung open easily and I began to walk across the cold stone floor. I noticed I was wearing little clothing, a loose fitting grey tank top and black shorts. My feet were bare and I had some kind of bandage around my ribs, I had suffered enough damage to my ribs courtesy of Ryan to know that at least a few were broken.

There was a rushing noise in my ears and at first, I thought it was a sign I was about to black out but the pathway suddenly opened into a cavern of sorts that appeared to be behind a waterfall due to the copious amounts of water falling across the mouth of the cave. Sunlight beamed in from the other side of the water causing beautiful reflections to dance across the walls of the cave.

"Good you're awake," I jumped, startled by the voice from beside me.

There were several pathways leading off the "waterfall cavern" much like the one that came from the bedroom I woke up in and from one emerged a girl.

She was tall and towered over my 5"3 frame, her hair was dyed a pale purple and was currently hanging freely just below her shoulders. She was incredibly attractive, with high cheekbones and irises so dark they almost blended with the black of her pupils. She was wearing a sports bra and leggings which emphasised her toned arms and stomach, though she was rather dainty I knew better than to presume her weak due to her effortlessly carrying my unconscious body for god knows how long.

"I'm Ayla," she approached me with her hand outstretched and I instinctively took a step backwards.

Her forehead creased at my actions as she dropped her hand. "You need something to eat. You're incredibly malnourished its a wonder how you're standing right now." She smiled kindly at me and grabbed my hand swiftly not giving my chance to pull away.