Twisting Fate

I Will Not Scream

Hey guys! So sorry for the long wait. But in return, I’m going to combine two of my normal sized chapters into one. Maybe it’ll be the length of a real chapter now J anyways, I want to do something special for all of you who have stuck by me and read my story. What do you want? Do you want to know what Avery’s mom did to her? Do you want a POV from Jeremy? Let me know and I will do it. Just for you!

Chapter 23

Avery’s POV

I awoke from being unconscious for the umpteenth time. I groaned slightly as my eyes were bombarded by a blinding light. I tried to stretch my aching muscles, only to realize I was once again chained up. This time I was tied to a chair. My legs were spread apart, bound to the legs of the chair. My arms were wrapped behind me. The chain secured my arms to my torso and wrapped around a few times.

I rolled my head from side to side taking in my surroundings. I was in a solid white room. No windows. No furniture. No carpet. Just white. The floors were white. The walls were white. Hell, even the chair I was bound to was white. I chuckled to myself. How horror movie-ish.

I rolled my wrists to try and get a little blood flow into them. That’s when I discovered something, the chains weren’t very tight. Was he serious? He works with rogues. Surely he knows how to tie someone up? The more I moved my wrists, the more a strand of the chain would slide down. It wasn’t long before one loop of the chain had completely fallen to the ground.

Only four more to go. I thought to myself.

I froze when I heard footsteps. I glared in the direction of the white door. It opened to reveal a young boy. About fifteen or sixteen if I were to guess. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at me. He looked horrified as he glanced to the tray in his hands. At that moment, it was my turn to stop breathing. There were knives and needles of all sorts and sizes. As well of as a bottle of some silver liquid. No doubt a poison to werewolves.

I glanced back at the young boy. He threw the tray on the floor as if it were burning him. He then quickly put everything back on it neatly and stared at me once more. He had brown hair and big blue eyes. He just had this air about him that told me he was really a kind person. Upon noticing my inspection of him, the boy’s cheeks colored slightly. “Awwww!” I crooned. “Lazira, he is so cute! Can we keep him? PLEEEASE?!” I begged to her.

“Hush child. We’ll deal with him if we get out of here alive.” She answered, though she didn’t sound nearly as nonchalant as I knew she wanted. She also felt this boy meant us no harm.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” I replied.

The boy took three steps backwards towards the door. His face full of shame. He would no longer meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before hanging his head and hurrying out the way he came. I sighed. Well, I guess not everyone here is so bad.

“Let’s not count on it.” Lazira spoke.

I don’t know how long I sat there. For some reason I wasn’t scared or worried. No, I was expectant. I was ready to kill my mate. I needed to kill him. However, I did find it odd as to how quiet Lazira had become. I knew she no longer was concentrating on protecting our pups. She had long since grown weakened by it. Though it was at this point, it almost alarmed at how quiet she was. Had I not known better, I’d have thought she trotted off and left me all by myself here in this room.

During my long period of boredom which followed the boy exiting the room, I regained the process of freeing my hands. My feet were no matter to me. Given the proper momentum, I could easily break the legs on this chair. That would free my legs. After having my hands unbound, I carefully layered the chains back over my wrists so that they sat loosely, but not noticeably.