Snowred

❄ Chapter 3 ❄

"If I were to beg, where would I go if you granted me mercy?" I ask Snow.

My abductor, exiled warrior and hunter of female hearts, is stirring that broth while his ears flicker - his nostrils flaring to smell it... and he ponders the question I've asked.

"...who said you were going anywhere - ?" Snow starts to speak under his breath just as I'm continuing my inquiries, sucking in a breath to continue my panicked words.

" -back to a home I do not deserve? Did you kill that family? They didn't deserve to die -!"

Snow slams his wooden spoon into the flaming pot and he turns to look at me.

All humour, if any remained; gone.

"Yes, Ellie, I murdered them," Snow starts, "Why do you defend your abusers?"

I shut my mouth... but I have to respond, "...because no one deserves to be killed, like - like that, out of blood - b-blood lust," I whisper my fearful answer, trying to rationalise my thoughts.

Snow's cheeks flame red with furious blood, "Everyone dies and some deserve it, grow up!" Snow snarls it so loudly, the stirring naked wolf-men finally groan awake. Except their 'groans' are just annoyed huffs of air.

I look around from my fur cocoon and I see the six handsome warriors rise up, glaring at Snow but then quickly turning to stare at me with a stunned curiosity.

The one who ended up napping on my chest, hovers up and glances at me, before turning to Snow.

But - silence is all I really receive from the scarred pack.

"Wolves, meet our newest sacrifice," Snow drawls through gritted teeth, "She'll be dead soon. So will the arguing and this talk... I told you to beg, Ellie."

"I will not beg!" I make my decision and I make it firm.

"Then get ready to die," as Snow cuts his hand through the air, the light of dawn increases from the window and it flows over his perfect white curls, so innocent on a head of a monster. As Snow approaches, he looks over his pack, "Put on some breeches!" Snow snarls at the silent men who stand up and slowly jump around into pairs of leather pants, all lying within reach.

I can't move, but I glare with my eyes as Snow approaches then scoops up my bundle of furs, including me. 

I feel like it's my coffin.

I tremble from adrenaline, not the cold, as Snow turns and storms to the door, grabbing a dagger from the wall and kicking the wood plank aside.

"You're not serious about this," I whisper it, wondering how this wolf-warrior and his pack stay so warm, half naked all the time while living in the Ice Valley.

"I'm dead serious," Snow can't look me in the eye anymore. He lays me down just outside their den, I'm still wrapped on the ground, while the silent pack slowly come out of the den to see the sacrifice.

I could snap and beg for my life - but what good would it do for me?

Snow saved my life when I was a child and if he was going to take it now, for whatever fate he wished to skew - finding a mate or whatever - Snow deserved my life. I was only alive up until this very moment, 10 years later, because of him. All these hopeless thoughts in my mind, turn even darker and weirder, as I appreciate the fact there is nothing I can do. 

It's my time. This is my end.

"My cursed blood is poisoned," Snow grabs the dagger's sharp blade above me and slides it across his palm, cutting himself open, "One drop on your tongue and your heart will stop beating," he looks over his shoulders at his pack, "Stand close. She'll be a meaty breakfast after she's dead, won't she?" Snow is trying his best to scare me into breaking.