The Queen of the Prey

Chapter 21

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Two men stand beside me, one holding an empty bucket, that I assume had cold water in it a second ago. Not going to lie its a gentle wake-up call from previous experiences but now I am cold, wet, and tired.

When we have the chance...can you hit him with a knife? Ulrica asks, and I breathe a sigh of relief

I believe the technical term is 'stab' and no. I deadpanned. I look at the two men calmly, and they continue to stare at the door in front of us. I look around, noticing I was chained to a wooden chair.

Amatures. Ulrica scoffs and I couldn't help but agree. These chains weren't silver, and the chair was starting to rot away from dried blood. Any wolf could break free with a simple jerk of the chain. They didn't even tie my legs down. I look at the room again for anything to help me. The prison cell was a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. But a drastic contrast to the one in my old pack, the walls and tiles were not cracked, there wasn't a single lightbulb fading in and out. But the same idea was here...in this prison, I could lose track of time, have no idea if it's night or day. It's disorientating by design. Given enough time a person could forget their own name in here. The isolation was total, and the stimulation was zero. No sound, fixed lighting that may have a timer, no furniture or cloth of any kind, even the walls were smooth.

Rica, what happened? Where were you? I asked closing my eyes, picturing her in my mind. I saw her turn away and bring her head in her paws.

I don't know Ana... One minute I was right there watching through your eyes trying to heal us and then...Everything was dark...I thought for a moment you passed out, but I was left awake. All senses left me altogether. I couldn't even form words in my head or say them to you...I heard you call out to me and I tried to fight...to get back to you but our connection kept on fading in and out... I tried to talk to you, to tell you to run but nothing came out until he was wounded. You were dying...Ana... I'm so sorry. Rica sobbed, and my body felt empty. So I was alone...somehow that man...Thanatos...he cut my connection with my own wolf.

How? How was he able to do that? To render my wolf and me completely defenseless. A small shiver of fear passed through me. All my life no matter what happened to me, no matter what situation I was in...I always had Rica, and I still had my strength. That man tossed me around like a rag doll...and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

What are you talking about? You blew up that irrumator praetor matrem suam! [Motherfucker] I feel my body grow hot when I think of that asshole. From the corner of my eyes, I see the guard shift a little, and I look down in surprise to see my hand beginning to smoke up.

I need to calm down...I can't keep using my powers when I know I can't control them. I tell myself, and I feel Rica's disagreement and want to argue that but I ignore it. I focus on my breathing, in and out...in and ou-My thoughts were distracted when I hear shouting outside the door. The guards beside me tense up, I sit back and get comfortable in my chair. The door creaks open, and I brace myself for anything. The older man walked in with a walking stick, he had a thin, high-cheeked face, with a vertical wrinkle between his eyes. He closes the door, his cold black eyes never leaving my own. I narrow my eyes a little, accepting his challenge. The man chuckles and shakes his head a little, breaking eye contact. He realizes his mistake and jerks his head up to stare back into my eyes. But its too late, I lift my chin a little higher. It's known that a werewolf demands respect...no matter their rank if you lower your eyes you submit. The man walks over to the guard.