All That Is You

Chapter 11

Unlike Levi, I could sense no warmth from the man who was peering at me. His disgust marred his scent like a stain, overpowering my senses. Darkness surrounded him, a plague that greatly contrasted his sickly pale skin. Despite the bulky muscle that most male werewolves had, this man looked gaunt yet he stood tall and confident. He looked like Death.

I was too afraid to move. His large form seemed to take up most of the room as he stood in the doorway and it didn't help that his power and anger was radiating from him in waves. I took in shaky breaths trying to calm myself as I cowered away from him, shifting my body so that I was pressed against the headboard. He stalked closer until he was at the foot of the bed, and I was sure he could smell my fear and hear the desperate thumping of my heart.

My eyes widened as his darkened. He began growling and all the birds seemed to quiet. The room dimmed, sapped of all its warmth but his fury burned bright. He bared his teeth at me and snarled, his claws extending. I didn't want to look away, not knowing when he would attack.

"What are you doing here, rogue," he spat, his body shaking in rage.

I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know why I was there in the first place. He seemed to take my silence as insolence and before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall by my throat. My feet dangling in the air as he squeezed my neck until I was gasping for air, clawing at his hands.

"Why are you in the Alpha's room?" he tried again, but I was unable to reply.

I continued struggling against his grip before darkness started clouding my eyesight. He swiftly let go and my body tumbled to the ground, heaving as I tried to take in oxygen. Instead, he shifted his hands towards my hair and began dragging me into the hallway and down the stairs.

The house looked to be empty other than the two of us, and I made no move to fight back while he pulled me down the stairs, bruises blossoming with every step. His grip never faltered as we moved around the house. My scalp was screaming and I winced but refused to make a sound.

He opened a door that led outside and continued tugging me along, the gravel biting at my skin leaving cuts that I knew would not heal. I saw the house we had come from slowly get smaller and smaller as we walked farther away from it before we stopped. He let go of my hair and I sagged in relief. He reached into his pocket and the jangling of keys could be heard. He unlocked the metal door of the large gray building that loomed over us and I knew I was going back where I belonged.

He threw me over his shoulder as though I weighed nothing, my ribs protesting in pain as we proceeded into the darkness. My fear had seeped away leaving nothing but the emptiness I was accustomed to. The warmth of the sunlight was now a mere memory, a reminder that I did not deserve good things.

We continued on our journey through the dark building and I could faintly hear the whispers of other prisoners. My body jostled as he went down a flight of stairs before he threw me against the wall, my bones cracking under the force of his strength. He snickered as he walked away, locking the cell door behind him and I slid to the ground, faced with a familiar sight. Empty cells and cement walls stained with blood and as always, I was alone.