If You Feel My Love

Chapter Sixteen: Being Rescued

The human slave market was disturbing to say the least; there were rusty cafes that were clustered together on the left side of the large room, which were unbearably small but held at least ten captives in each of them.

The floors of the cages were lined with something resembling hay, urine and faeces gathered in one corner; the slaves desperate please and frightened screams mingled with the rattling of bars and the ever-present sounds of auction.

The clicking of buttons as patrons sent in their bids, the board behind the auction platform ringing in every higher offer and the triumphant shouts of winning masters.

But even more disturbing than watching the captives be stripped of their freedom, dignity and hope was the absolute indifference or even cruel amusement of some of the werewolves.

They leered through the thick bars at the beautiful slave girls, describing in disgusting detail what they'd do to them after the sale. They taunted the strong but helpless men destined for hard labour.

They ridiculed the weak minded; men not strong enough, women not attractive enough, children not old enough and elders not healthy enough and threatened to buy them for the pleasure of torturing them as they had been by the humans.

Analisa sat quietly in the corner of her cage, she tried to ignore the charge of the emotions around her as she closed her eyes; she didn't know what would happen to her but she had a feeling that she was going to die at the hands of her new master.

Sara watched the younger woman concerned, it was clear that the last few days had been hard on Analisa and the older woman worried for the unborn child that Analisa was carrying.

“Analisa,” said a voice making Analisa open her tired eyes confused, she looked around before a blonde hurried forward to the side of the cage where Analisa was sat; the woman’s companion looked confused as she followed after her.

The brunette didn't know why but she knew this woman from somewhere.

“What on earth are you doing here child? Why aren’t you with Fernando?” Morgana asked as she stared at Analisa shocked to see her at a human auction.

Analisa blinked as she looked at Morgana finally recognising her, she licked her dry lips as she tried to swallow the lump that had set into her throat.

“He’s dead…” the brunette said making Morgana stare at her shocked, since the rebellion the high priestess had been rushed off her feet and hadn’t been able to check her messages but she hadn’t expected to hear this.

Morgana looked at the woman behind her before she said something to her in a language that Analisa didn't know nor care to understand.

“We’ll get you out of here Ana,” Morgana said softly as she looked at the broken woman, she worried for the unborn child knowing that the last few weeks had been hard on Analisa.

***

Divia froze in terror as Fernando pinned her to the wall of her room, she stared at the werewolf wondering what she could possibly say to calm him; Iker watched the former council member in disgust wondering how she could be behind this.

“Where is my wife?” Fernando snarled as he held her in place, he was getting sick of people taking Analisa away from him and it was clear that if he didn't have her back soon then he would do something regrettable.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Divia stuttered as she looked at Iker for help, however he didn't move as Fernando pressed down hard on her throat; she looked at him scared wondering what he would do.

“Where is Analisa?” the werewolf snapped making Divia stare at him, she recalled that the brunette had said that he was dead yet here he was trying to find her.

“She told me you were dead,” Divia said making Fernando drop her and walk backwards, Iker looked at the werewolf concerned as he stared at her stunned at her words.

“She thinks I’m dead,” Fernando said brokenly, he knew that this was Roman’s doing since the Russian had told him that she had died; however he at least knew now that she was alive, Analisa didn't know he was.

“Where is she now?” Iker asked as he moved forward he knew that Fernando was in a state of shock, what had happened between him and Analisa had been gruel and the sooner they were reunited the better.

“I don’t know… she went to auction and now she isn’t there,” Divia said shaking as a dark look flicked through Fernando’s eyes; it was clear that they would now have to get the werewolf council involved so that they could get Analisa back unharmed.

Fernando took a deep breath as he calmed himself, he didn't know much more of this he could take; he could only hope that Analisa was safe.

***

Morgana smiled as she watched Analisa brush her hair, the brunette looked better now that she had, had a proper bath and looked refreshed; however it was clear that she was still grieving for her husband.

“I’ll go and make you something to eat,” Morgana said as she moved away from Analisa, who was no longer wearing the white dress that Divia had chosen for her but a black maxi dress with embellished waist paired with black heeled sandals.

Morgana’s sister Morgause watched the brunette curiously, it was clear that she wasn’t completely with them; Analisa was lost in her grief for Fernando and it was clear that this was the first time that she had allowed herself to openly grieve for her husband.

Morgana headed downstairs, the two sisters had decided that it was best until they could get Fernando here not to tell Analisa that he wasn’t dead; they knew that the brunette wouldn’t believe them until the Spaniard was standing in front of her.

The two priestesses’ had sent a message to Fernando through a reliable friend so that they knew that he would get the message that his wife was safe and was staying with them along with Sara, who they had also saved from the auction house.

Making Analisa some lunch, Morgana wondered if there had been any mental damage done to the brunette while she had been tortured; it was clear to her that the brunette upstairs wasn’t the same one that she had married to Fernando a couple of months ago.

The high priestess could only imagine the horrible things that Analisa had, had to endure while the human’s tortured her; she shivered as she traced the mark on her face bitterly, she could remember when they had done the same to her for loving her werewolf.

Shaking her head at the bitter thoughts, Morgana smiled softly at the thought of the child that Analisa was carrying; the priestess had ensure to check the brunette over physically when they had brought her to their home.

Analisa was carrying the unborn child of a werewolf and because of that fact, the child seemed to be perfectly healthy considering what the mother had been through.

Morgana sighed knowing that all of this was far from over, there was still a lot of work that she had to do before the werewolf world would be at rest.