Chapter 23: Seperation

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Alana kicked on the door, trying to get free; they had separated them. Alice was still in the mansion. And she got sent to a warehouse filled with cages.

And in those cages werewolves. It sickens Alana to think they were keeping them here to fight.

She has to get out of here before they make her fight some random wolf. But that ended when someone walked in and dragged her out. "Your first fight."

"Let me go," Alana struggled. "I will not fight anyone; you can't make me." 

She got dragged into a room. "Wait here; soon you will show us what you can do."

Alana growled. 

"There is no point in fighting," someone in the next room said. "You will have to fight; thankfully, we don't get killed. These people keep us alive for weeks until we healed and until our next match."

"That is awful," Alana said. "My father and uncle are going to destroy those people. And when I get my hands on them, I will rip them apart."

"Aggressive much," they chuckled. "Who's your father?"

"Clay," she said, "Alpha of the Dark Shadow Clan."

"I see," they sighed. "I heard of Clay; my mother was part of his clan, I think. But yeah, I don't know."

"Where you're born here?" She asked. She was afraid of the answer. Knowing what it was.

"Yes, I was," they chuckled. "And I'm a boy, so that you know. A gay boy."

"I see," Alana sighed. "I promise you, and everyone will get out. This fight will not end well; that is a promise."

"The last person, two people that said that joined the enemy," he said. 

Alana frowned. "Ah, I m coming up with a name, and I am afraid to say it."

"Hmm, tell me?" He said.

"Ashton?" Alana said. 

"Ashton," he chuckled. "That is him and his older brother, my soulmate. He left me here. The only time that bastard comes to see me is to fuck."

"That sounds terrible," she said. "When we get out of here, you are coming with me, and I am finding you a nice boyfriend, and you are going to dump his ass." She covers her mouth. "Sorry, that was my wolf."

"I see," he laughed. "It sounds better; I take your offer."

"Good," Alana sighed. "Now I need to get out of here and find my sister."

"Good luck with that," he said. "The last one that tried to escapes got confide for a month without food or water as punishment."

Alana growled. "I will escape, and if I do, I will save everyone."

Alana shook the door, trying to break it down, but that didn't work. It opened, and a man grabbed her. "Let's go, kid, your turn."

"I swear I will come back for you!" She yelled and got dragged away.

She got taken to a giant ring; there were blood splatters all over the arena. It smelled of wolves and dirty hunters.

"That is your opponent," the man threw her in.

Alana looked and gasped. It can't be; this isn't right.

No, she won't fight.

And no one can make her.

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Alice sat on the bed. Alana, where could they have taken her?

She was afraid of what they'll do to her.

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