I am not Rogue

Chapter 7

The cold air makes my cheeks tingle as the moon shines through the barred window. I frown, longing to be free; out there in the nights, crisp and cold air.

The darkness of the cell was overbearing and I repress the urge to let out a whimper.

The silence is eerie and disturbing. I slowly pace around the room as I strain my advanced hearing. Nothing.

Frowning, I decide to voice my question. "Is anyone here?" I call out into the darkness. An echo of my words is the only reply.

No one is in here, I think to myself. Not even any guards.

I step up to the bars, the sense of isolation and loneliness swallowing me whole.

Don't get me wrong, I love being by myself, but when I was roaming the forest alone, there were still the trees, the animals. The sense of life, freedom and belonging surrounded me when I was out there. I look out the window longingly.

I shake my head. I can do this. I'm stronger than this. I'll simply wait it out. Ignoring the world.

I change into the new clothes my asshole of a mate gave me, careful of my wounds, before laying down on the metal bed.

I stare at the concrete ceiling, drifting in the void of my mind. Taking deep breaths I let myself fall asleep.

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Hot pain woke me up at a frosty first light. I shiver, both from the cold and the pain and I press a hand to my shoulder.

The sky is a murky dark blue with a wisp of yellow tinting the horizon. Black silhouettes of trees stand contrast against the lightening sky.

I peel back the bandage on my shoulder to reveal raw red flesh. A gooey layer with a mixture of blood was formed over the flesh as the wound tried to heal. White scar tissue was forming along the edges as well.

Replacing the bandage, I cradle my arm. There didn't seem to be a problem with it. I lay back down, exhausted from everything.

Even though my humming for the melody was quiet, it seemed as if I'd screamed it. It echoes back at me, creating a sense of serenity in the creepiest way.

I continue the melody nonetheless, occupying my thoughts until midday.

I sit up, feeling better despite my hunger. I'm so hungry. I recall that it had been a few days since I last ate.

My broken ribs throb so I lay back down again. The scream of the door and the slapping of footsteps break the eerie silence.

My mate's addictive scent lingers in the air; chocolate, cinnamon and the tang of campfire smoke.

A spark of anger ignites within me as I remember our last meeting. I calm myself, I would love to slash his handsome face with my claws but I decide on other means of revenge. I have control, he can't kill me, and I'll break him in a different way.

I sing a song as he stands outside my cell. He clears his throat, obviously trying to get attention but I deny him.

My melody continues to resonate around the prison. His irritation is evident through his scent and the growing tension.

Deciding to start anyway, with or without my attention he goes. "What's your name?"

I continue staring at the ceiling but raise an amused eyebrow. Is this an interrogation?

Humming is the only thing that meets his question. He huffs, "What is your name?" He asks again, more forced.

I ignore him. "Tell me your name!" He commands in his Alpha tone. I bite back the urge to laugh. Like that's going to have an effect on me.