Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 6 ~ Dear Diary

I groaned as I blinked my eyes open. My head was pounding, my wolf was purring and between my legs was aching.

I winced as I felt the tiny pebbles pricked at my back. I placed my hand against the cave wall and used it to stand. My legs shook slightly as I regained my posture. My memories flooded me, one by one, they all came back. The chase, the girl, the wolf, Zion catching me, and then finally, mating.

I whimpered slightly as tears fell from my eyes. I looked down at my legs to see them bruised and bloody. Zion was too rough. I glanced down at the shirt that lay on the ground beside me and quickly took it up and threw it over my head.

First, it was my father and now Zion. Was my torture ever gonna end?

I glanced at the cave's entrance, and out at the sky, and guessed that it was a little after midnight by the position of the moon.

I pulled my wolf forward and enhanced my hearing to see how far Zion went. The area was quiet, not a sound was made except for the chirping of crickets and the slight rustling of the tree leaves. It took me a while before I picked up on the faint sound of whispering nearby.

It sounded like it was a good distance from the cave.

I tried to make out what the voices were saying but all I got were unrecognized mumblings. I knew one of the males was Zion but the other one, I couldn't quite place.

I pulled down the shirt subconsciously as I took a cautious step outside of the cave.

Zion must have left the shirt for me since my clothes were torn and dirtied but then again, Zion didn't have any clothes on him. Someone came and gave us clothes. That's fortunate. I wouldn't have been comfortable enough to walk around naked.

I looked around at my surroundings, calling on the sight of my wolf to help me see through the dark trees.

The shadows danced all around me as the moon reflected down on the forest.

I tried focusing on the voices to see if I could identify which direction they were coming from but I heard nothing. The mumbles stopped, it was too quiet now.

I frowned in confusion.

"Your senses are weak."

I yelped in surprise and quickly turned to face the offender.

Zion was leaned up against the tree, his arms crossed as he watched me intensely. I diverted my eyes, fumbling with my fingers nervously. My heart rate piqued even when I tried to stay calm. I couldn't help it, I was scared of him and he damn well knew it. It took a few seconds for me to realize that he spoke to me.

"What do you mean?" my voice came out as a mere whisper and it trembled slightly.

Zion was unmoving, his face blank of any emotion as he watched me. He made no move to answer my question.

"You were supposed to sense us before we were able to reach this close to you," I snapped my head in the direction of the voice and saw a woman entering the little clearing we were in, "but you didn't. Your senses are weak."

I remained silent. I didn't know how to respond to that declaration.

"Take her to the pack," Zion ordered the woman before disappearing between the trees.

The woman smiled at me and walked in a different direction, away from my pack or my old pack. I looked at the path to my former pack hesitantly before following after the woman. I knew I didn't have a choice.

We walked through the forest in silence, me limping slightly on my feet as the woman seemed too deep in thought to notice. My injuries were healing slower than normal.