Forgotten

Chapter 7

THE DUNGEON

I awake in a cold dark cell my senses pick up a wet dog smell but unlike the mutts I met earlier today, this smell is coated with a hint of rot.

I could feel the throbbing pain at the back of my head from where wolfman hit me, I tried to sit up but as soon as I was able to, I felt like all the blood rush into my head.

If I had fed as I planned to do before getting captured, I would not feel this much pain, and I would most likely be healed of all the wounds inflicted on me.

I don't understand why he feels the need to cause me harm. his man was about to attack me for no reason, yet I am the one Man handled and locked away for defending myself.

At this point any initial attraction I had towards him is gone. "Why are you even thinking of how attractive he is. I don't even understand why you find a guy who turns into a mutt and let's not forget practically kindnaped you hot". My subconscious interrupts my mental rant with it's daily snark.

The smell around me is anything but pleasant, Plus with all the activities that have taken place in my life both in and out of the Coven I feel nousiouce and dizzy.

After a few minutes of taking deep breaths and trying to rid my head of the never ending swirl of pain that currently resides within my brain, I finally gain the strength to raise my head and let myself look around me.

After a quick look around I realize that I'm in a dark cell, surrounded by a sea of red eye locked away in thier own cells.

There are dried red stains on the brick wall behind me and after taking a small sniff I could tell it was dried blood,I also catch a whiff of this sickly sweet scent of fern and vervain.

Two very lovely flowers. However, when the extract is mixed together can weaken even the strongest vampires, and fearies. Mother once told me of such a potion existing, she called it "VAIREA".

After tracing the smell I realized that the silver bars of the cells are coated with it.

I took steps backwards to avoid it and found a dry spot to sit on since this musky dungeon seems to be blessed with damp floors and walls.

As if anoyed by my lack of attention or maybe fear, a resounding series of growls and hisses begins to surround me.

I look up in time to see a skinny red eyed wolf stalk me from within it's cell, as if looking for a way in which to attack but finding none. I continue to look at the wolf undisturbed by the growls around me, I blinked three time, let out a little yawn then I pull my knees towards my chest, I close my eyes and rest my head on my knees, not long after I am swept away into a land of dreams.

A/N

Until next time XOXO Vic😘