Fighting with Wolves (boyxboy)(RWW sequel)

1. Alone

Darkness. It consumed me. It covered every corner of the cell I'm locked in. I'm alone. Caged. Who am I? I don't know. Why am I here? I can't remember. All I remember is a face. A face in my dreams. He has icey blue eyes and black hair. His name? I can't remember. All I remember is a little girl in my arms and a man giving her a kiss on her forehead, the icey eyed black haired man.

The only thing that keeps me going is the thought that this boy, the boy I remember, will come to save me. He has to save me. He loves me. 'Don't worry he's coming.' A voice in my head said. I know this voice, but I forgot his name. He keeps telling me that 'He' is coming. I hope he means the guy in my dreams. The voice tells me he is my wolf, but I don't understand. He's never been there before. At least I don't think he has.

"How do you know?" I asked out loud, but nobody answered. This is my life. I don't know who I am, but I live in a jail cell holding onto lost memories.

Suddenly I heard keys. They were coming. My captors. They were two men with scruffy beards who really needed a bath.

"That Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack isn't coming for him. I doubt they can even find him, I mean we did cover our tracks pretty well. Let's just kill him. He already lost his memory." One said, "It's been three years."

It's been three years since I lost my memory? At least that's what they think happened. I think so too. I'm not myself. Or at least who the voice inside my head tells me I am.

"No. I have a better idea. Lets ditch him in the woods outside their estate and let them find him." The other man's voice said. He seemed more merciful.

"Now why would we do that? Then they get what they want and we don't."

"Because I said so dimwitt!" The merciful man yelled, "But first we hurt him and make him bloody. That way they try to hunt us down. It'll be fun, like a game of tag."

Then the doors opened and in stepped the taller one. He gave me a sharp kick in the stomach. Then one to the head. I thought I saw the image of a man. A man beating me. Calling me fag. Then I saw red.

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When I woke up I was laying on a forest floor. I couldn't move, but out of the corner of my eye I could see I was naked and bloody. In front of me was a mangled and destroyed corps, like one that had been attacked by an animal.

It looked as though the animal had ripped it's throat out. It's stomach was ripped out. You could see blood and guts strung across a three foot radius from the body and that's when I saw it, the man's face. The victim of this ferocious animal was one of my captors. The merciful one by the look of him. This made me feel bad. The tried to keep me alive, even if it was with the wrong intentions.

'He was hurting us. He had to die.' The voice with in me said solemnly. I frowned.

By this point I was able to move my body and I sat up, slowly careful not to become dizzy. This time I looked down at my body, to assess the damages. I had a few bruises, but nothing I couldn't handle, and small cuts. I was also caked in blood from head to toe, though none of the blood was mine.

Then I stood up and stubbled along, bashing into trees along the path I had found. The path was thin, but it lead out of the forest and up to a large gated community. I wasn't sure what to do, but I  turned around, to find a town that was open, that's when I heard the sound of someone calling a name.

Of course being in captivity has made me skiddish so obviously I flinched and started to run, only to be pulled by a hand on my shoulder and crushed into strong arms.

I wimpered, because a sharp pain shot through my arm.

"Mark! Thank the Goddess your okay!" He said putting me at arms length.

I pulled myself out of his arms. "Who are you?"