Wolf Queen (The Fate of Berrilium)

Chapter 4 - Wolf Queen

Chapter 4 - Wolf Queen

I blink slowly. My fog induced brain struggling, not able to process anything other than the sweat dripping into my eyes. I takes me a couple of seconds to shake off whatever it was that is effecting me. I groan as I feel a sharp pain needling its way across my brain.

"That must have been one hell of a dream."

I startle at the deep voice. I move my gaze in the direction of the one that just spoke. Still slightly dazed and with blurred vision, I could only just make out that this person is standing tall at possibly 6 feet, with cropped blonde hair. My heart rams hard against my chest. Warning bells ring loudly inside my ears. Confused and unsure of what's happening, I can only stare at the slightly blurred figure dumbly. I rack my brain for any lost memories, my mind increasingly clearing up by the second. It took me a couple of minutes, but finally images of what happened niggle through my mind. I look down at my body, my neck twitching in pain. My body...

I'm back in my human form. I panic immediately, wondering if my bonded wolf is still with me. Feeling a shift and slight reassurance in my mind, I realize that I haven't lost her. I look down at myself again. My thought process although slower than usual, I notice that I'm in a large red t-shirt. Who the hell changed me, and what the hell is going on. I shift around, wanting to stand, now that my thoughts seems to be making sense. My eye brows furrow, at the sound of clanking metal. Turning my gaze to the noise, I'm still able to notice the thick cuffs around both my wrists, rooting me to the steal chair I'm sitting on. The remnants of whatever was effecting me is quickly drove away. Panic halts my breath, only for it to be restarted in short puffs. I tug and tug and the cuffs, my attention now completely of the metal objects.

"Calm down. Its only there to make sure you don't try anything stupid." My head snaps up in the direction of the stranger. I had forgotten he was there. He's obviously the one that placed me in these cuffs and probably changed me. A shiver rakes across my body, horrified at the thought of this man seeing my bits.

My vision now cleared, I can now see the man in great detail. My body seizes in fear. He's muscled, to the point where it's scary, but not overly so. His shoulders wider than any that I've seen before. He's looking at me with light blue eyes that are calculating and cold. A jagged scar marks his face, from his left eye down to his jaw. He short blond hair gave him the complete military look, giving me the 'the fuck with me' vibe. His scent washes over me. Even though he's in the same room as me, his scent seems almost odorless, I can only just make out the smell of trees, and masculine soap coming off him. The scent instantly reminding me of the people who ambushed me.

The fear I felt before is nothing compared to the fear I'm feeling now. My bonded wolf seems to be no help in giving me courage. Though I feel her presence of sorts, she is silent, and her emotions are hard to identify. I can feel her tension though, her caution. The logical part of my brain, the part that almost seems to be mush at the moment, screams at me to run. I tug at the cuffs again, willing them to break. My head moves from side to side, finally taking in my surroundings, looking for an escape. The walls are a bland grey, the room shaped as a box with enough space to fit four or five people standing. The guy is in the corner, taking up enough space for two people. His arms crossed over his chest watching me with a blank expression on his hardened face. My eyes quickly move away from him. The rest of the room is mostly empty except for the chair I'm currently sitting on, and a table that match. My eyes catch what can possibly be the only way out. A steel door, one that you really only see in the movies, is shut tight. If I'm remembering right, the little pad next to it must be a hand scanner. Totally military grade crap.