For Good {Incomplete}

13. Penny

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Chapter 13

Audrey’s POV

I was groggy when I finally came around. My blonde hair matted and stained with red. Then I realized I was being held up. It took a lot of energy that I didn’t have a whole lot of, but I managed to raise my head a couple inches.

If I could’ve, I would have gasped. But the lack of oxygen reaching my lungs prevented that. I was on some sort of campsite. Filled with surly looking, well built men. I doubt any of them had an ounce of fat on them. They had hard faces that lacked emotion. Filled with hatred and coldness. Their eyes like empty holes. I swear they must have lead to Tartarus.

The women didn’t look much better. They were almost as emotionless as the men. None of them looked very kind. If I were to pick out the kindest people here, I’d guess the elderly couple in the corner or the pregnant girl who looked to be about my age. What kind of nice girl like that gets pregnant so young? Rape would be the only sensible answer. But I don’t know. I won’t say I hope that was the reason because while it means she wouldn’t be a slut, it also was one of the most traumatic experiences imaginable for women.

Although, I guess I have no room to judge. I wasn’t a slut, but I wasn’t necessarily, um…good?

My eyes fell upon a boy who didn’t look a whole lot older than me. Maybe Jordan’s age, if that. He’s tall, but his face doesn’t seem very mature.

Wow, they must have hit me really hard. I think I’m seeing double. After a minute of trying to clear my vision it fell on me that there really were two of them. Huh. Must be twins. They conversed with each other for a while. They seemed to feel my gaze and simultaneously looked at me. Their eyes were so much different from the rest. Full of youth and life. Yet at the same time, sadness and longing.

They had identical dark hair and gray eyes. They were decent in muscle. Not beefy like some of these bozos around here, but could still take on a fight and win. They were probably about six foot two, six foot three. Somewhere around there.

I made eye contact with one of them for about a second before I was roughly pushed to the ground. My tangled hair sprawled out every which way and I might have heard a small pop come from my nose. I felt a small trickle of blood come drip out of it. But I refused to show these men my pain, my weakness.

I almost broke that vow and let out a squeal when I was pulled back up by my hair. Almost.

“Ah ha. So, we have a human on our hands.” I struggled against his grip but he only tightened his hold on my hair. I was tempted to snap his wrist, but something told me all these people would protect him. I think he’s their leader. Scratch that, I know he’s their leader. He has this certain aura about him, filled with power and authority. They must be werewolves since they referred to me as human.

I felt like fainting but I fought the drowsiness that wanted to consume me. I gritted my teeth to keep myself from crying out when he lifted me off the ground. Suspended a foot in the air by my hair. The crowd laughed heartlessly at me except for a few whose eyes held sympathy. The elderly couple showed the kindest reaction believe it or not. The old woman hid her face in her husband’s shoulder, sobs racking through her frail looking frame. The old man held her close and glared at the men up here with me. He made eye contact with me and gave me a sympathetic smile before returning his attention to comforting his wife. I don’t want their pity—but it was better than the cold glares burning holes though my back.