LUKAS

SEVEN

Anastasia's POV

"Wake up, lovers!" I woke up to freezing cold water being thrown onto me. I gasped and sat up with my eyes squeezed shut, hoping none of the water got in my eyes. Before anything else crossed my mind, my hand shot up to my neck, wanting to scratch. But before my nail even grazed my neck, a rough hand grabbed onto mine. "No." I looked at Lukas to see that he was still sitting next to me.

"Well, hurry up! We don't have much time until boss will be looking for us!" Garrik, who was standing at the door of our cell now had his face covered in stitches and bandages. Unlike us werewolves, elves did not heal fast. "I bet your boss won't recognize you with those ugly scars on your face." I mocked. Lukas sent me a glare, telling me not to push it.

I stood up with my hand still in Lukas'. The itch got a bit easier to endure since last night. "Where are you taking us?" Lukas asks as we walk down the poorly lit halls with the elf. Garrik just scoffed. "What's it matter to you?" I rolled my eyes. If I had to spend another ten minutes in his presence, I'm sure I would burst.

As Garrik lead us down the hall, Lukas started to make weird signs with his hands. Did I look like I knew sign language? I stared at him with a confused face for a few more seconds before I finally understood.

Early in my training days with Beatrice- or Bella, she taught me a secret sign language only witches and warlocks knew. I was a little rusty in the language but I was able to use context clues to understand what he was trying to say. It was a smart move by Lukas to use this form of communication. Any other form would've rose suspicion.

'When we reach the neutral territory, we run.' He explains.

'I don't know where that is.' I struggled with the last part but he seemed to be able to make out what I was saying.

'Just follow me when I run' He finished just before Garrik turned around.

"Well hurry up!  We don't got long!" We both quickened our pace and followed the elf who kidnapped us.

Within minutes, we were in the back of a rusty old delivery van that I doubt would start up. There was a bunch of junk in here. Clothes from the seventies, old beers, cigarettes, women's underwear? "So why couldn't you use your magic?" I ask, cutting right to the chase, trying to ignore the odd selection of items.

"The elves had cut me with Ametrine as soon as they saw me," He lifted his shirt sleeve to show me three scars that were currently on his bicep. "Ametrine limits the powers of very powerful individuals, such as myself so they have been cutting me with it since then." He puts his sleeve back into place. Within that split second of silence, a rat crawled from under the piles of clothes and scurried to behind one of the six packs. I jumped because of a few things.

One, the rat was the size of a dog. Two, it's a rat! And three, I'm probably sitting on it's droppings. Lukas began laughing his head off. "It's only a rat." He manages to say through his laughter. "It's a rat! Do you hear what you're saying right now?" I ask in disbelief. He shook his head while running a hand over his beard. "So you are willing to kill another but you are afraid of a rat?" I crossed my arms.

"So you'd rather I leave you to die?" I question. He just smiles.

"No. What you did was quite heroic, and I appreciate it. But you didn't get to say mission accomplished might I add." I narrowed my eye at him.

"No, I didn't because the elf had a syringe with wolfs bane and if you have not noticed, I am a wolf." My eyes kept darting from him to the six pack, hoping the rat would stay there.

I snapped my fingers, trying grab the attention of Lukas. He lifts one eyebrow in question. I begin to form different signs with my hands, creating a sentence. 'About your plan, don't you think the door is locked?' I asked him. He seemed to ponder for a minute before answering. 'They seem dumb enough to leave it unlocked... Try the door and see.' He says. I walked over to the back of the van and pushed on both doors. 'Locked.' I said.