Chapter 2: Northern Wolves

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        OUCH!  It  hurt  to  move  so  I  just  sat  there,  where  ever  I  was.  All  I  heard  was  dead  silence.  The  cold  of  the  room  sent  chills  up  my  spine,  and  it  had  an  eerie  feeling  like  someone  was  there  with  me.  My  sight  was  starting  to  come  back, sort  of.  It  would  come  and  go.  The  room  became  blured,  then  it  would  disappear  into  nothing  like  a  dream.  Then,  I  started  to  hear  whispers,  3  voices  of  which  I  didn't  know,  all  but  one...  Lexi.  You  would  think  that  she  would  be  screaming  for  help,  but  she  wasn't.  They  were  talking  as  if  they  were  friends.  One  of  the  voices  was  a  male, strong  yet  sensitive,  "Did  you  find  her?"  Lexi's  voice  anwsered  him  saying,  "Yes, she's  inside."  Why  me?  What  do  they  want  from  me?  I  asked  myself,  scared  out  of  my mind.  You  have  no  idea  how  much  it  hurt  me, when  I  was  betrayed  by  the  person  I  trusted  the  most.  A  pain  so  sharp,  grew  in  my  chest,  making  it  hard  to  breath.  That  bitch!  Soon,  my  pain  turned  to  anger.  How  could  she  do  this  to  me?  How...  "Can  I  see  her?"  I  heard  Lexi  ask,  in  the distance.  "Please,  she's  my  bestfriend?"  She  pleaded.  More  like  X-bestfriend,  I  thought  as  her  footsteps  came  closr  to  me.  A  door  opened,  squeaking,  almost  like  a  cell  door.  I  heard  Lexi  approach  me.  "Why  can't  I  see?"  I  yelled  at  the  air.  No  reply  was  given.  "I  just  want  to  talk."  She  exclaimed  as  I  tried  to  get  off  the  the  stupid  bench  I  was  sitting  on.  "Well,"  I  said  quietly,  "I  don't!"  I  raised  my  voice  hoping  she  could  see  how  pissed  off I  was.  She's  done  pretty  bad  things,  but  nothing  that  would  even  come  close  to  this.  A  sigh  full of  disappointment  came  from  Lexi.  Nothing  was  said  after  that,  until  she  finally  left  when  I  said  to  her,  "I  can  never  forgive  you.  I  hope  you  know  that."  After  I  calmed  down,  I  sat  back  down  on  the  hard  wooden  chair.  It  sent  a  ruch  of  pain  through  my  lower  back.  Still  could  barely  see  and  I  was  prretty  sure  that  I  lost  my  bestfriend  and  my  only  way  out  of  this  place.  To  get  an  idea  of  where  I  was,  I  felt  around.  All  I  felt  was  the  chair,  so I  stood  up  and  cauciously  walk  around.  The  silence  scared  me  and  made  my  hair  stand  on  end,  It  took  a  while  but  I  finally  found  the  cell  door.  I  shook  the  bars  and  called  for  help.  I  gave  up  after  no  one  came,  so  I  just  sat  against  the  door,  hoping  and  praying  still  blinded.  Believe  it  or  not,  the  floor  was  way  better  than  the splintering  chair.  I  must  have  dozed  off,  because  when  I  opened  my  eyes,  some  girl  was  shaking  me,  "Get  up!"  She  demanded.  My  eyes  finally  focused  and  I  could  see.  The  first  thing  I  saw  was  a  girl,  supposedly  the  same  age  as  me.  She  was  blonde  with  lovely,  flawless  skin,  wearing  a  black,  leather  jacket  over  a  cropped top  that  said,  'Full  Moon  Babe'  on  it.  Her  short  shorts  had  a  few  rips,  and  her  boots  passed  her  knees.  Then...  I  noticed  the  claw  marks  on  her  arm.  It  wrapped  around  her  wrist.  What  thing  could  have  done  that?  When  I  looked  back  up  at  her,  she  stared  at  me  with  impatience.  "Well?"  She  yelled,  "Get  up!"   She  sounded  as  if  I  did  something  to  her,  like  she  didn't  like  me.  "Someone  has  a  temper."  I  teased  her,  while  I  stood  up.  She  rolled  her  eyes  and  cuffed  my  hands  together.  Slightly,  she  shoved  me  forward.  I  could  take  a  hint:  WALK!  And  I  did.  The  girl  harshly  slammed  the  door  behind  us  and  pulled  me  through  long  and  twisted  hallways.  Soon,  we  came  up  to  a  volt.  I  heard  someone  inside.  In  disbelief  I  widened  my  eyes.  The  girl  knocked  on  the  metal  door  then  walked  inside,  still  pulling  me.  I  fought  my  hardest  to  stay  out  of  that  horrifying  place,  but  she  won  our  tug-of-war  and  I  ended  up  on  the  floor.  Next  thing  I  know,  the  door  suddenly  shuts,  and   the  room  got  even  darker.  The  only  light  was  a  small  lamp  on  a  desk,  in   the  center  of  the  room.  The  lights  were  turned on  shortly,  what  a  relief  so  I  thought.  The  sight  of  the  room  was  worst.  On  the  wall  were  a  bunch  of  chains  and  scratch  marks,  similar  to  the  ones  on  the  girls  wrist.  It  looked  like  a  cage,  for  some  sort  of  animal.  Something  was  in  the  darkest  corner  of  the  room...  or  someone.  At  first,  I  sware  I  saw  an  animal,  but  when  I  looked  closer,  I  saw  it  was  a  man.  "Thank  you,  Claire."  He  spoke  and  stood  with   confidence,  "Now,  leave  us."  I  looked  back  at  the  blonde  girl  and  she  nodded  at  the  tall  man,  just  before  she  left.  "Alison?  Is  that  really  you?"  Her  asked  me  as  he  took  a  step  out  of  the  darkness.  He  was  sweaty,  taking  in  deep  breaths,  hhis  eyes  were  a  light  blue-green  color.  Slowly  he  walked  closer  to  me,  but  every  step  he  took,  I  took  a  step  back  until  I  backed  into  the  wall.  I  know,  I  should  have  hated  him,  or  at  least  felt  scared  a  bit,  but  I  wasn't.  Everytime  I  gazed  into  his  eyes,  I   felt  myself   drawn  to  him.  I  felt  as  if  I  knew  him  even  though  I  didn't.  "Alison?"  His  voice  was  deep  but  calming.  He  came  closer  and  closer  until  we  were  nose  to  nose.  I  stuttered  unwillingly  then,  he  spoke,  "Alison?  My  name  is  Derick,  I  can't  believe  it's  you.."  I  was  hushed  for  a  short  while.  I  leaned  in  as  close  as  I  could,  then  I  simply...  slapped  him.  He  deserved  it.  And  I  could  tell  he  was  shocked.  Derick  reached  up  his  hand  to  feel  his  now,  sore  jaw.  I  raised  both  my  eyebrows  and  smiled.  To  my  suprise,  he  just  looked  at  me  and  chuckled.  "How  do  you know  my  name?"  That  was  my  only  question.  "I  know  you."  He  replied  after  a  brief  moment  in  silence.  I  didn't  buy  it.  There  is  something  he's  not  telling  me,  but  what?  He  took  a  step  back  and  smiled  again.  "I...  um,"  I  thought  about  my  next  words.  "I  hate  you!!!"  His  eyes  widened  and  his  smile  disappeared.  Derick  looked  a  way  from  me  for  a  while,  and  cleared  his  throat.  When  he  finally  looked  back  at  me  I  yelled  at  the  top  of  my  lungs,  "You!  You  conviced  my  bestfriend  to  trick  me  into  a  forest!  Then,  you  send  people   to  kidnap  and  blind  me,  literally!!  Now,  you  expect  me  to...  what  exactly?  To  like  you?  Because  trust  me,  I  don't  and  I  never  will!!!"  I  blurted  out,  stepping  closer  to  him.  "I  know  you,   because  I  know  everybody."  He  tried  to  explain.  "Who are you,  really  because   you're  diferent?"  I  asked  intriuged.  There  was  something  about  him,  something  odd.  Lexi  did  the  same  thing  to  me  earlier  and  I  was  bound  to  get  to  the  bottom  of  things.  "I  can't  tell  you."  He  said.  I  wasn't  about  to  let  this  go  either.  "Why  were  you  screaming  earlier?"  Derick  sighed  and  put  his  head  down.  "If  you  don't  tell  me  the  truth,  I  will..."  I  was  cut  off  by  Claire.  She  came  barging  in  saying,  "Alpha  we  need  you,  now!"  He  glanced  at  me  in   fear  and  told  her  to  wait.  "What  did  she  mean?"  I  questioned  him,  confused  and  getting  terrified.  What  did  I  get  myself  into?  "I'm  an  alpha.  You  heard  her  right.  Yes,  I  lead  The  Northern  Wolves.  I  know  it  sounds  wierd  and  you  probrably  don't  understand,  but  I  have  to  go.  Is  that  what  you  wanted  to  hear?"  His  voice  got  deeper   and  his  tone  had  a  slight  grow.  He  had  an  expression  on  his  face  that  was  frightening.  "Umm..."  Was  all   I  could  say.  What  does  he  mean  by  he's  the  alpha?

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