Control

Chapter Seven

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost

– Jean Paul Satre

Never could I have imagined such pain.

It wasn't  the burn that made me scream in a way I had never screamed before. Of course, the burn, it hurt as well, but in the end it would simply resolve into a scar; one out of many.

Not only the skin had gotten damaged. A part of me hurt that I had never felt before. It had been hidden deep inside of me, buried in my wolf part. Before, I hadn't even known it existed, but now it crashed onto me, washing me away in waves of emotion.

Never in my life have I felt such strong  feelings. My wolf yearned for a sort of comfort she had never demanded before. The yearning was so strong and while her demand went unanswered a strange sadness pulsed through me.

She howled in my mind and I replied with an ear piercing scream that didn't quite feel like mine. Through the veil of pain I saw the Alpha flinching at the sound, a flicker of something falling onto his face, but before I could determine what it had been, it was already gone.

"We will get our answers."

With that he turned around, an unreadable expression on his face. His second-in-command looked confused for a second, then quickly followed his leader, not without sending me one last frightening glance.

I was alone again. Helplessly and in pain in the prison which would be my home for who knew how long.

But despite my inner loneliness I felt that I wasn't really alone; my wolf was constantly present, sending a rush of feelings through me. In a way it yearned for something it would never get and because she was me and I was her, I felt the longing too. It was very doubtful for me to get out of here alive, since my chances of survival lessened with every passing moment.

But even though it was as it was, one thought just wouldn't vanish:

A part of the bond was forever broken, irrevocable.

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"Mama what is a mate?" The girl's voice was high pitched and she stumbled over the words in her haste to ask the question.

"Why do you ask, sweetheart?" The woman turned to her daughter, surprised by the question.

"Well, Gabriella told me today that everybody has a mate except for me and that's because nobody would have me. But I don't understand what's so bad about it, I can take good care of myself. I don't need anybody. But  she told me a mate is super special and only special people get one....but if it's that special I want one too."

She pouted adorably.

For a moment the woman's eyes blazed with fury, however she managed to hold it back for the moment. Her tone was gentle as she explained it to her daughter.

"A mate is your fitting other half, he will complete you like no other ever can. The bond mates share is irreplaceable and can't be compared to any other. Every one of us has one. Some never meet theirs, others lose them early but most get the chance to live a life together with their mate. When you meet your mate, he won't be able to turn you down."

"But what if he really doesn't want me?", the little girl's lower lip started to tremble.

"He will want you. And do you know why? Because the heart is always stronger than anything else."