"My Grace, please consider rekindling relations with the other lycansthrops. They are more powerful than they reveal." A figure suggests , kneeling at the bottom of an old stone staircase. Snow flurries forebodingly drift from the sky, landing on the ancient steps silently. The sound of heels eloquently ticking down the stairs echo off the marble pillars surrounding the two figures. The cowering man shrinks away from the heeled figure, who stops just short of him. She looks down, her golden eyes teeming with malice. Joaquin had been under her tyrannical rule since his pack had been captured, tortured, and killed for her experiments. Many wolves lived in fear of the 'Fire Queen', and often would tell their young stories of the young lycanthropes she would snatch from their bed and enlisted into her armies.
"Joaquin, I've warned you before, do not try and interfere with my decisions. I will rid of you quicker than I did your family." The woman snarls, her long, obsidian black hair specked with snow flakes sways with each word. Her pale ebony skin appeared to emit a smoldering radiance, as if she was burning on the inside. Not a drop of remorse or pity is within her words.
"They can help you find your sisters. They can trace bloodlines, Sadie. Only Alphas can though, so you must find an alliance with the pack." Joaquin stammers, shivering. Sadie, holding an ornate dagger preparing to strike, hesitates on killing the boy. She steps closer, her body heat radiating off her in waves, warming Joaquin. The dagger glints in the pale moonlight, its hilt inlaid with garnet, ruby, citrine, and other valuable precious gems.
"Well, wasn't your father an Alpha, so shouldn't you be able to find them?" Sadie remarked, drawing the dagger against his neck. His skin begins to boil, as if the metal had been heated against a fire. Joaquin clenches his jaw, trying not to cry out in pain. Smirking at the werewolf's pain, Sadie stands up and summons a flame in her hand.
"If you help me find my sisters, I will grant you your freedom." Sadie uttered, knowing that she would never keep her promise. Joaquin daringly lifts his head up, meeting the tyrant in the eyes.
"And how will I know that you will keep your side of the bargain." He begins to ask.
"Well your other option is for you to burn alive right now, so which odds do you like better?" Sadie retorts back at the whimpering lycanthrope. He looked back down, feeling defeated. If he didn't obey her, she would just go find another Alpha, and kill the rest of their pack. His heart hurt, thinking of his old pack, his parents, his siblings, his friends.
"Okay, I will help you, my liege." He replies, offering his hand. Sadie reaches down and grabs his hand, pushing it away. The temporary contact with her skin leaves blisters on his fingertips from the scorching heat. She turns around, her short white dress shimmering in the pale light. At the top of the stair case, six large charcoal colored horses sit waiting, ready to pull a bone and golden colored carriage.
Before she enters the carriage, Sadie calls out, "Guards will get you by morning! Don't freeze to death on me, or even dare think about running away. By now!". Joaquin rolls over onto his side. His he to weak to shift into his wolf form, which would keep him warm, and too hungry to control the wolf if he could shift. If he found a village, he could easily tear it to shreds without second thought. Sitting there, the hours slowly tick by and soon the sun paints the horizon eerily red, as if Sadie was still by his side, flame in her hand.
Soon after the blood red sky fades away, eight guards arrive to take him away, back to his frozen, mangy, rotten cell. He complies, letting himself get cuffed at the ankles, wrist, neck, and waist. They gradually head up the staircase, and board into the back of a semi truck. Inside the truck is a small cell, crafted out of wolf-proofed iron bars. After a long drive through the Alaskan wilderness, the truck finally slows. The metal doors creak open, revealing a large encampment of wooden cabins, tents, and colorful shipping crates. His cell is unlocked, and he is moved from one area of suffering to the next.
"You sleep in her now, dog" One of the guards spits out, shoving Joaquin into a new shipping crate. The only source of light is from a cluster of holes poked into the metal roofing. His eyes adjust to the dim lighting and he examines his new facility. New hay lines the flooring, and scratch marks adorn the sides of the container, the marks of a young trapped wolf. If he ever escaped, Joaquin swore he would avenge his kind.
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I took a break from writing about the Savannah Crew, and decided to shed some more light on Sadie's current whereabouts! Hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter! Don't forget to vote, follow, and comment if you liked it! ~goldenpoppi
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Taste of Honey
Algemene fictieFour adopted sisters, Honey, Mona, Heidi, and Sadie are found one night on the doorstep of the Bailey family. They are raised as a Bailey, but their heritage is unknown. After a tragic and mysterious event leads to their adoptive parents death, the...
