After being blinded by those sworn to protect her, Artemis trades her vision for her ability to have a mate. Only things are not as they seem when she's taken in by a pack where everybody already seems to know her face and the brooding Alpha keeps a...
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My eyes were open, but all that lay before me was darkness.
My heart jolted like a broken pendulum, slamming against it's cage of bone, stuttering at the realisation that I couldn't see. I slowly raised a shaky hand to my face.
I saw nothing. No hand, no nothing. Only darkness.
I fumbled over my eyes with callused fingers, what had they done to me?
I couldn't breathe. Only water filled my lungs.
I gasped, clawing at my throat, but felt nothing. No water. I was imagining things.
I thrashed against his strong hands. I tried to cry out, I tried to scream, but only a bitter taste filled my mouth.
It felt almost as though I was falling. Then my knees slammed against the fallen leaves.
Leaves...
Leaves. -I couldn't even remember the last time I had felt leaves. That meant that I was in woodland. Unfamiliar land.
I hadn't seen daylight in years, and now when I was free for the first time, I couldn't see it.
They discarded me, like a trash. They used me and used me until they had taken everything that I had left, even my sight, then when they were done they threw me to the wolves.
I had seen them dispatch other girls before. Once they were no longer fit for purpose, they would drug them and shove them in the back of a van, abandoning them into the woods. -Food for the hounds.
I was blind. A weight finally settled into the pit of my stomach, a horrible, sick feeling. I threw up what little I had left in my stomach, retching on my hands and knees until my throat grew hoarse and my eyes became tired.
My flailing hands grabbed at the edges of the barrel, desperately trying to pull myself out, but he was too strong.
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and slowly pulled myself to my feet. I would make it out of this alive, I had to.
Everything sounded distant, almost blurred. My head began to spin, and little black dots blurred the edges of my vision.
The hard stones mixed amongst the soft earth hurt my feet as I struggled to navigate the forest. I held my hands out before me, feeling trees, bushes and leaves. All the things that I could once see.
My fingers caught on the rough bark of a tree, the scent of pine filled my senses.
My lungs screamed for air, a great rumbling roar that consumed my entire body with the need to breathe. It felt as though my lungs were tearing themselves apart more and more every second that passed without oxygen.
