Saviour

Chapter Eight

E I G H T

     It had been hours since I had last seen or heard another person. Every second that passed, I became more and more agitated- no, infuriated with how I had been treated. Granted, yeah, I was a rogue wolf now, but if I had just been given the chance to explain why I had suddenly shown up on their doorsteps, I was sure we would be in a very different position right now. Either that, or I would be on my way towards another pack that may hear my story and decide to help.

So far, it was neither. Not only that, but I had no way of contacting them to make sure that they were all doing okay. I wasn't making any progress for my pack and that thought alone sent my fist flying into the rough wall beside me.

Biting down on my lip, I suppressed a scream of pain.

Real smooth. Now I probably have a broken hand to deal with on top of this mess. I thought bitterly.

I brushed my uninjured hand across the bloody mess that I had created, allowing my powers to wash over and ease the pain that I was currently feeling. That was more energy down the drain.

If I ever got my hands on my so called mate, he would soon be missing a certain appendage. Although I doubted I would ever get close enough to him to touch that.

...Not that I didn't want to. My cheeks warmed at the mere thought getting that close to him.

No! Bad Halle! I chastised myself angrily.

I want nothing to do with him. Or his sexy body.

I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity. I needed to pull it together. No- if anything, by pulling this stunt, he had bought himself a one way ticket to reject city. My heart gave a painful squeeze at the thought.

I could hear droplets of water falling from the ceiling to the cold concrete floor. I was crouching down with my back against the rough stone wall, wondering if Greyson planned on keeping me down here forever so he didn't ever have to face what the Gods had blessed between us.

"Boy, I sure feel blessed." I muttered in frustration.

I scoffed at the thought.

Maybe I should make myself comfortable. Obviously I'm not leaving this Hellhole anytime soon. I huffed yet again in annoyance. I had obviously pissed off the Gods in more than one way and was being punished.

"I'm going to kick his ass for this," I swore out loud.

 As I waited in miserable darkness, I tried my best not to feel overwhelmed or discouraged by my current situation. If my parents had taught me anything, it was that patience and ingenuity paid off. I had to be clever and I had to have faith that I could overcome this.

I felt like the caged animal that I was.  A scurrying sound nearby made me wish that the cells had better lighting. It was near pitch black down here, especially now that dusk was fast approaching. I could only imagine what kinds of creepy crawlers were lurking nearby. Although I would consider myself fairly brave on most accounts- spiders really freaked me out. I cringed, regretting allowing my mind to drift to the eight legged arachnids that were probably watching me with thousands of beady eyes.

Shuddering, I decided to try to get some sleep. I moved as far from the cell doors as possible, sitting down on the ground in the driest area available. I forced my eyes shut, and after an hour of trying to find a comfortable position for my head to rest, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Some time later, I woke up. Something didn't feel right. My nerves were on edge and my instincts were screaming danger. By now, I knew that trusting my gut was always the best option. As a werewolf, my intuition was something that should never be taken lightly. It rarely, if ever led me in the wrong direction.

A dark figure stood on the other side of the cell doors. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my blurred vision from the lingering effects of slumber. Was I hallucinating?