The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 5: Confusion

ELSA'S P.O.V

My head throbbed in pain and I tried so hard to open my eyes, but they weren't budging. What happened? All I remember was being with my team, training, walking with my sister, her telling me she is quitting hunting to get married, me yelling at her, both her and Shawn getting upset with me, me trying to shoot a bird and then... nothing. 

I felt everything spinning from the pain in my head, and I was still unconscious, or well half unconscious. I could hear voices around me and I felt myself moving. I think I was being carried.

I immediately went on high alert and put the pieces together. Someone obviously took me- NO! Something took me! It has to be a mutt! Weather it was a rogue or a member of a pack, I did not care. All I cared was, that I need to get out of here.

I will admit, whoever took me was real clever by sneaking behind me and not giving a second thought about hitting me, but whoever did this is in for a rude awakening. They have no idea who they are messing with... not only because of my advantage of being the Ripper, but my team is very protective when it comes to our own and if I can't take down whoever took me, they most certainly will.

The voices got louder and soon I could here what they were saying. By the sound of it, there were three of them, all male, and probably by the sound of there voices they were older. Around Melissa and Shawn's ages. But I knew by the way they were talking, neither one of them had I position, which means they are either rogues or just simple Delta's. This shouldn't be so hard... if I can just get my hands on my bow, I'm sure I can escape from them easily.

"Dude, are you sure she is important enough to please our Alpha?" One of them said. I knew by the sound of his voice that he must be my age, maybe a little older.

Alpha, huh? I guess I have to deal with a pack. But wait? Is this the Silver Moon pack or the Black Meadow pack. In a way, I hope it is the Silver Moon pack because I want to meet this legendary Alpha my father and I have been hunting for years. But in a way, I am kind of hoping it is the Black Meadow pack because according to my father and Chris, they are weak, whereas the Silver Moon pack is strong. Even if I am the Ripper, I don't have my bow and considering the empty space I feel in my back pocket, they took my gun and my knife as well, so if I have any chance of escaping, I'm going to have to fight my way out.

"Yes, I overheard that she is one of the leaders kids... that and she was the easiest to take," another voice said. His voice was more deeper but still sounded young to me.

That statement actually hurt. That I was easiest to take... I guess it's kind of true because after what happened with Melissa, I kind of let my guard down and was a little distracted. I guess that's why I said he was smart enough to hit me from behind.

I could feel myself fully coming out of consciousness, and I knew I could open my eyes, but I went against it. I knew if I opened my eyes, they would see it as a threat and react quickly... so I just remained motionless as they carried me.

The sound of a cage squeaking open irritated my ears and the foul smell of iron hit my nose. The smell was familiar and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Blood. Dried mixed with new. I know I should be scared, probably pissing my pants by now but I wasn't and I'm not. The smell does not bother me because just like these mutts, we have our own torture chambers... well that's what I like to call it.

I could feel the the rope holding my hands back was weak and I couldn't help but mentally grin in my head. Oh, this is child's play! Soon, I feel myself being lowered, roughly like they didn't care that I was a human being, and I felt myself sitting up on the floor, leaning against a wall. I heard footsteps move away and I peaked my one eye open, adjusting to the faint lite that was in this dark room to see only a glimpse of the three men standing by to doorway, talking amongst themselves. When I realized that they were not looking my way, I started moving my hands, remembering everything my father taught me on how to get out of a rope tie. Like I had said before, this was freaking child's play. It only took me about 30 seconds to get the rope off of me and by that time, one of the mutts turned back and made his way to me.