Dayla

Chapter 10

-Dayla

I'm dragged by my feet deeper into the dark chasm. Too exhausted to do anything, I just lay limp as the frost crept up my arms. 

My lips were cracked and my face was wet with blood. I could hear growls and snaps everywhere around me. 

I look around, trying to find any semblance of a normal person, only to find glittering red eyes everywhere. There is no sunlight or even any artificial light, which seemed obvious enough. My crazed eyes darted everywhere, now rapt with adrenaline. I didn't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. 

"I haven't done anything." I croaked out to the monster in front of me. It turned to look at me with eyes that would haunt me for the rest of my life. 

"I beg to differ, Alpha. You've done everything. Ignorance is not bliss, as you can see now." The raspy voice filled my ears. I couldn't escape from here. Even the Earth's space is limited. Beyond this ground, there lay nothing- not even a tiny piece of land. 

"You've been working with Seth." I accuse him, and coughing at the end. 

"No. It was a... momentary truce, you can say. You, for peace in the Chaos pack. But now that we have you... Nothing can stop us." I could almost imagine him smiling and laughing at me, as cries and groans of pain filled my ears. This is hell. 

Never had I imagined that there is a place like this, which bothered me at best. And the momentary truce which Seth had called with these things, was just proof that my mate had gone to unimaginable lengths to get me here- to remove me from my pack so that I couldn't defend it. 

"You can't break me." I called out to him in a raspy voice. It was true, I had faced fear before. Nothing like this, but fear is common in every tough situation. I was afraid of death, but that was what kept me going. 

"The idea, dear Dayla, is not to break you. The idea is to... transfer your abilities to us. Breaking you is just a process we will have to go through to make sure that you have no chance of escaping." 

I'm thrown into a room with broken shards littering the floor. My feet burn with the pain and I find it hard to shift even by an inch. My throat isn't bleeding anymore. The wound is actually closing. Nevertheless, I scream out; not in pain, but in frustration. Frustration, because I know that my pack will be ashes tomorrow. Without me, they have no way to survive. 

The creature stands stoic in front of the gate, while I lay limply on the glass. Conserving my energy, I close my eyes and drift off into nightmares. 

I'm walking up the stairs, which I quickly recognise as Seth's house. Ruth is nowhere to be seen but I calmly keep climbing. I see Seth leaning over the hole I created, and stand outside the door quietly, watching as his expression turns to rage. I emit an otherworldly glow and so does he. 

Him and I are both together in this dream. I watch as his angry eyes turn to me. I watch in apprehension as he comes closer. His face is beautiful, even more so than the glimpse I could see in the past. 

The dark curls look darker now, and his eyes shine with an undecipherable emotion. His height makes him look like a looming tower. 

"Why?" He questions, voice quivering. 

"You would've killed me." I say dismissively. Our voices echo for moments and then strangely drown away, as if we are speaking inside water.

"No, I wouldn't have." He argues, stepping one step closer to me. I don't step back and look at him through my broken eyes.