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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A burlap sack had been thrown over my head. Not that it made much difference, I didn't tell the men that though.
We walked in silence for what felt like forever. We walked until the chill of the night passed and the sun began to warm my body.
It was the little things I had missed the most.
The scent of honey suckle and something sweet wafted through the air, I lifted my nose in the air, trying to catch a better scent.
Distant chatter met my ears, the scent of fires, of people, of wolves.
I thrashed against their thick paws. "Please." I begged, I didn't know what it was about the thought of being taken back to the place where these beasts live, but something about it filled me with dread. "Please don't! Just let me go!"
"Silentium!" One of the men hissed, and something hard struck my head, I collapsed in their arms. If I couldn't fight them then I would at least make it more difficult for them. "Please! Where are you taking me!" I cried, trying to find some purchase on the hard ground as they dragged me.
"Where rogues like you belong." A gruff voice deadpanned.
"I'm not a rogue!" I was. I did the only think I could think of to defend myself, I lied. "I'm a healer! Please believe me!"
"You lie." The other man growled and something sharp dug into the base of my spine. "You lie!"
The burlap sack was pulled off my head, and I was spun around. "Don't lie to m- Quae est infuernum!"
"What's wrong lo-" another man began, footsteps could be heard coming towards me before he stopped mid sentence, shock evident in his quivering tone. "What the fuck happened to you."
A rough hand on my face, warm breath fanning my face. "Her eyes, Ozy look at her eyes!"
The man that was most likely Ozy hissed to the men. "Take her to Astoria. Don't tell the Alpha... at least, not yet."
***
We walked, we walked and we walked some more. The scent of winter fires and incense grew stronger until we stopped. There was a knock on wood, "Astoria!" One of the men shouted, "Out you witch!"
There was a creek of wood on wood, blowing with it the scent of the burning and the warmth that came with it. "What do you want." Astoria hissed. Hostile and unforgiving.
"We have a gift for you." I could hear the sickly sweet smirk in his voice. I was shoved forward, falling to my knees when my legs collided with wooden steps. I didn't cry out, I didn't make a sound.
